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Elahan, who was closest to the two, reacted first. In a flash of holy light, her body shot forward, reaching Edgar in the blink of an eye.
“What is this?!” she shouted as she drew the Holy Iron Breaker.
The Holy Weapon that had been handed down through three centuries of Saintesses descended without the slightest trace of mercy. With a thunderous crash, shards of stone burst in every direction. Elahan pulled back her weapon, missing her target by mere fractions of a second, and glared toward Nekator’s side.
It was just as she expected. It was common knowledge—even to those who weren’t warriors or mages—that in close combat, a martial artist always held the advantage. That was why mages had devised means to escape at close range, one of which was Blink.
“Hehehe… Terrifying. As expected of the Holy Church’s heretic butcher.”
Standing beside Nekator, Edgar grinned darkly and sneered, “Are you sure it’s fine to leave Master Grania like that? More than half his entrails are gone. Wait too long, and even a Grand Mage like him will die.”
He’d had the chance to kill Grania outright. A blow to the head or heart would have ended it instantly. Yet he’d deliberately stopped at a gut wound to create a wounded liability and drag down Leon’s party’s overall strength one step further.
Leon’s group immediately grasped the intent, their faces hardening....
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