If someone had asked me a day ago, even half a day, whether I would fight against the Grand Lord here in this forest, I would say yes without hesitation, but now I did not plan to.
I love to kill this bastard, but the place I am in is extremely dangerous; if I were to fight it, there is a very high chance that I might get beguiled a mid-way, and it will give my enemy to finish me off an instant, and I don't want to die yet.
Hun!
I shook my head and flew away from the Grimm with a very unwilling heart, but two seconds after I made my decision, a wave of source sense released from Grimm, and with a distance between it and covered me in an instant, letting the Grimm of my place.
"Shit!" I cursed, seeing the Grimm turning toward me before disappearing.
