"Well, turns out you can talk after all!"
Seeing the Hero respond, the Arcane Marksman, who had been pushed aside by the Foreign Soul Messenger, remarked in surprise.
"When I saw you writing on the carriage, I thought you were some sort of Arcane Automaton!"
Although the Hero knew that the other's words were unfiltered and not malicious, she could only reply with an embarrassed smile, unsure of how to respond.
"Yes, yes, that kind of flawless quality, just like the ones Nobles often buy to use in bed—"
"Take this idiot away," sighed the Foreign Soul Messenger.
"Got it," the Shadow Assassin tossed a scroll of parchment with one hand, using the other to grab the Arcane Marksman's collar and throw her aside.
"Sorry, although she's reliable in battle, normally... she's got some issues."
Catching the spoils recovered from the Goblin Priest, the Foreign Soul Messenger pointed to her head.
"Anyway, don't mind her."
