It took her no more than a few seconds to reach the door, albeit with no clothes on. She was just about to turn the knob and open it when, looking down, she became aware of that embarrassing fact.
“I’ll be with you in a moment, Sister Leandra!” she called back.
Blushing strongly, Cydonia dashed back to her bedside and quickly put on her bikini armor. Even if she had no shame dashing against a foe dressed in such a manner, when it came to greeting her Sisters of the Sword from the order of the Seraphim, she had to show some respect. Nonetheless, before opening the door, she made sure to put on her metal winged armor and pick up her trusty sword.
I hope this isn’t about that incident with the drunkard at the inn… I believe I already apologized for breaking his nose. she thought as she turned the knob and pulled.
“I’m here, Sister Leandra. What is the matter?” Cydonia asked with a gentle smile on her lips.
“Al Taro, Sword Sister! We beseech your assistance!” she said with a desperate look in her eyes.
“Calm down, Sister! Tell me what’s wrong!”
Sister Leandra’s voice and urgency made it clear for Cydonia that this was something much more serious than her little bout at the inn.
“Robbers! Heinous thieves! Scoundrels! They landed on the riverbanks to the north of here! Please, stop them before they lay waste to the Bellevue Temple and kidnap our novice sisters!”
“Fear not, I’ll vanquish those foes!” Cydonia claimed with a strong confident tone of voice.
This would not be the first time she crossed swords with the lot, and neither did the Sisters here, but until now, they never dared act so boldly. Clenching her sword, the Seraphim headed for the riverbanks.