"Keheok…" Kathryn groaned. She glanced around the now bloody campsite, then looked at the woman who had just closed her mage's robe lightly.

The Grand Duchess was undoubtedly a high-ranking warrior, her strength comparable to that of Reina, the Sword Saint. This became evident when she defeated a Frost Wyrm Bone Dragon despite its aerial advantages.

However, the woman had employed an attack so swift that Kathryn couldn't even react to it. It didn’t seem like magic, yet it was also somehow different from the typically condensed aura of knights.

Instinctively, Kathryn wrapped herself around the princess to protect her. Slowly rising from her position, she noticed Aeria's eyes wide with fear and her body trembling fiercely. The entire campsite had transformed into a field of corpses.

Crack, crack, crack…

Kathryn clenched her palms into fists, feeling her bones protest from the force of her grip. She glared at the woman standing freely among the corpses, seemingly unaffected by the blood splattered on her face. The woman's vertical pupils alone made Kathryn...