A FEW MINUTES LATER.
"Hm, I can feel that Alex's control over his portion of the Legacy Weapon is still here. Does that mean that he's still alive?" Delia, whose body was currently wedged between two massive sofas, muttered these words to herself as she grabbed her Key tightly.
Her hair appeared to be disheveled at this point, which is unnatural given her ability to always keep her hair proper.
Aside from this, there was also a pale pallor present on her face, as if she had her power drained out of her body. This was made more obvious by the fact that the vitality that she exuded was weaker compared to earlier.
These traits made it look like Delia was weakened, something that the woman seemed to know.
But even with this 'weakness', Delia did not let herself look weak at all. Instead, she maintained a lively and exuberant façade in front of her Companions.
