‘Does she really have to pull her pocket watch from her inner pocket, hold her arm sideways… and say those lines? Alastor Form? What does that even mean? If she really has to go through all that process, that weapon has zero practicality in combat, doesn’t it?’ Eugene grumbled in his mind.

Even though he thought that way, he could see that wasn’t actually the case. The previous day, Carmen had shown Eugene her Heaven Genocide’s Destiny Form for the first time. Eugene had been able to follow the transformation process with his eyes at the time, but Carmen’s speed right now was incomparable to her speed from yesterday.

When she had muttered ‘Alastor Form’ under her breath, her right hand was already covered in a silver gauntlet. In other words, she had slowed down her Destiny Form’s transformation the previous day to show it to Eugene.

‘Amazing….’ Eugene marveled as he looked at Carmen’s right hand.

Destiny Form had previously turned her fingers into blade-like claws. Alastor Form was Heaven Genocide’s gauntlet form. The knuckle guard looked rough and tough, clearly designed for smashing her opponents to pieces.

Iris had been casually deflecting attacks with a twisted smile pasted on her face, but Carmen’s Alastor Form was enough to make her stop smiling. Her eyes were now wide open. She blinked as she looked at Carmen’s right hand.

“…What the…?” Iris muttered.

‘What was that ridiculous name she had just mumbled? What’s up with that fist?’

All kinds of thoughts jumbled in Iris’ head. This centuries-old dark elf looked wild and free, and her manner of speaking did not belie that impression. However, that didn’t mean she could understand Carmen’s peculiar preference.

Carmen didn’t care much about Iris’ approval, either.

Her left foot soundlessly tapped the ground, and Carmen moved forward as if somebody had pushed her from behind. Keeping her left fist on...