Or at least it felt that way.
Swoosh.
It was a sensation where I clearly felt my neck being sliced by Olea's sword.
An energy burst with pure killing intent rushed from her.
It was enough to raise the room temperature, and since she was within the range of my domain, I could visibly see how the intensity of her killing intent had just caused me to reflexively react by even thinking for a moment to kill her.
Forcing me to compose myself first.
It was natural for Olea to show such killing intent after hearing that the name of the place I told her to go was exactly where her parents had died.
But all I could think presently was that place which probably held more importance to her than killing me.