Arwin looked down at the wound across her stomach for a moment. Then— "Something like that cannot injure me, human." She took a step back as she looked down at Linmel, whose face was filled with bewilderment.
A strange sight unfolded. There was definitely a wound in the pit of her stomach, yet no blood flowed. Instead, the injured area mended on its own, and even the torn clothing was restored.
"Huh, what?"
"Harming a preserved state is meaningless as long as the original body remains. To explain it on your level, what you attacked was merely a shadow."
"Then what should I..."
"With physical methods, it is impossible."
Linmel, who had been staring blankly at Arwin, suddenly cried out in indignation.
"That's cheating!"
"This is not a match, so there are no rules. However, since it is not a duel, there is no victory or defeat either. Have you forgotten? This was a test."
Arwin looked down at Linmel and let out a sigh.
"And I find myself troubled. I do not know how to judge you."
"...?"