"Wait—Let's talk!"

Those were the last words Frieren heard before blowing off the head of the demon, Draht, who had come to kill her to prevent interference with Aura's plans.

"Stronger than me, huh?"

She remarked from her position in a monotone voice, her gaze cold, standing up as if she hadn’t just been suspended in the air by a thread of mana. The only thing Frieren did was glance at you, seeing you inside your cell.

"Demons these days really don’t know anything about combat..."

With a wave of her hand, she opened the cell door, making it clear you could have escaped at any moment since you were locked up.

"Let’s get out of here."