The manticore smirked as she noted how a man was approaching her little dwelling in this neck of the woods. First of all, it was strange, considering no one ever came here, but she wouldn’t complain. After all, she needed to find a husband at some point or another, and this man looked like he would make a good fit. She remained hidden around the corner of the tree for a moment, waiting for him to be close to her before she pounced and knocked him to the ground with a malicious grin.

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“Hello my dear~” A warm smile graces Medb’s face as she sat upon her desk and welcomed the young man standing before her. “Have a seat, have a seat. You’re not in any trouble I only wish to have a word or two.” 

“M-ma’am?” The white-haired woman hesitated in grabbing the attention of the nearby magus, but let out a sigh of false relief upon seeing she had gotten the attention she sought. “Are you... Are you here because of Rika-san?” Red eyes looked at the unfamiliar woman, filled with both hope and desperation as she reached out to grab onto the girl’s sleeve.

Send “Mating Season” to catch my muse in a lustful state.

Ragged and heavy breaths left the girl’s throat with each passing moment, almost as if she might be in pain due to some unseen injury. Sitting with her back against a tree, the Executor held one hand to her forehead and kept her other hand resting on top of her right thigh.

Though the pain created by her body had almost entirely vanished the moment her exorcism was complete, some of the other affects brought on by her unusual condition… didn’t fade away quite so quickly.

She had already buried the victim’s body and distanced herself from the site, but even so her body stayed hot as it yearned for even more warmth, and for intimacy with another human being. She tightly curled her right hand into a ball and began to recite a prayer under her breath, until a sudden noise drew her attention away from herself and to the man standing not too far away from her.

How did I not notice him sooner? She mentally scolded herself before giving a shake of her head and offering up a bitter smile. “Ah, it’s you…”

Caren lifted herself up to her feet before looking at the boy once more, with a surprising amount of composure. She did not aim to hide her current state, but rather it was instinctive for her to face others with at least some grace.

“Judging by your blade, you would be none other than the infamous Boy of Bones, Calum ▮▮▮▮▮▮, correct?” The strange woman guesses at his identity with but a single glance and then speaks it without any emotion in either her body or her voice.

Dull golden eyes remain trained on his face as if neither the sword nor the gun he holds is of any threat to her, despite her own lack of any visible weapons. Her robes are reminiscent of those worn by the Church’s Executors, yet at the same time, one cannot help but notice several glaring differences in its design.

“This is not the place for you. Despite what you may believe, you lack the necessary willpower and skills for the battlefield you seek, and if you approach it, you will be of little help at best.”

A cold evaluation, but one that is based off of both knowledge and experience. In essence, that evaluation is most likely the simple truth - the magus she was speaking to held little experience with the spiritual arts needed to exorcise a demon, and while he would likely be able to get through the ordeal with his mind in tact... he would almost certainly suffer some psychological damage from what was to come.