Lynch frowned.
He beckoned with his right hand, retrieving a Magic Wand from the Space Ring to prepare for battle.
However, just then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed Frey over there, staring at him intently, without blinking.
'Is she trying to gather intel on me?'
Normally, considering Lynch's Spell reserves, exposing a couple wouldn't be a big deal for him, but seeing how desperately she wanted to know, Lynch decided not to reveal anything. Let her figure it out on her own.
So Lynch simply gripped the Great Sword and quickly retreated, leaving the battlefield to Grant.
However, no sooner had he moved back than Frey pointed at him and shouted, "Brothers! Take him down for me! Whoever cuts off his head, tonight I'll be your plaything in bed!"
Oh, so that's how you want to play?
Lynch decided to stitch Frey's mouth shut later, and maybe even do some modifications—like sewing her together with this group of bandits.
