“Are you saying you assumed there was some other method at play?”

“It felt like… you already knew how to fight,” Mia replied.

Her observational skills were sharper than I’d given her credit for.

Come to think of it, it wasn’t all that surprising. Mia might not possess extraordinary physical abilities or be particularly active, preferring instead to stay holed up in her room. But from a young age, she’d been subjected to near-brainwashing education by her mother. Even up until the moment we first met, her sole life goal had been to kill me.

“But isn’t it strange? The idea of foresight or precognition existing in reality? Shooting accurately at enemies even when your line of sight is blocked, giving me expensive Maramaros rounds as if you knew they’d be needed, and achieving those kinds of results even against multiple skilled opponents…”

Mia began recounting each instance of my actions near her in vivid detail.@@novelbin@@

“And… I’ve never been on a battlefield myself, but if the training I received from Jennifer is weaker than actual warfare, then… is it even possible to go into a place like that alone and come out alive? Surely it’s the kind of situation where even multiple lives wouldn’t be enough to survive?”

“…”

“To know everything about the underground labyrinth, including what would be waiting at its core… To adjust strategies on the spot as if you had already planned for it. To take out trained knights single-handedly. That kind of thing isn’t achievable with just physical ability. Anyone present in those moments would have realized something was unusual.”

Mia’s voice, which had sounded nervous earlier, grew calmer as she spoke.

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