""This lady, now belongs to me, who agrees, who objects?!""
"Damn Undead Bone Dragon!! Kill them all!!"
Bimong, toppled by the Bone Dragon, let out a massive roar, his claws as sharp as lances forged tens of thousands of times by a smith, their swing flickering with the chill of the forest.
Lide looked at the girl lying on the ground, who even in the face of impending death, still held her chin up with pride, the corner of his lips curving into an inexplicable smile, his gaze constantly fixed on that scarlet hue.
After confirming without doubt, he slightly turned his head to meet the owner of the cloak with four eyes, while the girl's silvery eyes harbored indescribable, complex emotions.
Having seen this, Lide's heart trembled, dammit, what's with the girls of Glory always looking at me with that expression?
So terrifying...
And at that moment, the Beastmen who had reacted were unleashing their ferocious roars at the Bone Dragon set in the middle of the battlefield.
