Frederica coughed out.

“That was but one circumstance.”

Afterwards, Frederica jumped off the handrailing of the veranda, and at the same time, the glass window broke. Beyond the broken curtains was a stern face, yet one whose nose had been crushed, it was the face of Pukin, whose expression was distorted with anger. Just as Frederica calculated. Pukin’s position in the room, her distance, her thrusting speed, timing, she read everything, and avoided it. When she lopped off the two gas mask girls’ heads back in prison, her frank movements, filled with killing intent, were also rough. Despite her power and speed exceeding hers, she was easily readable.

Magical Girl Raising Project: Limited, Chapter 10