The battlefield was chaotic, to say the least. It was to a level where an important figure like Ruyue couldn't leave her position unless she wished to cause the deaths of countless allies.
But she was still able to do so without any qualms. This was because she had absolute trust in the person holding the fort while she was gone.
And this person wasn't disappointing her trust at all. She stood at the forefront of the battlefield, her muted pink hair waving in the wind and giving her the valiant air of a hero.
With every swipe of her hand, attacks that were sure to kill many would vanish into thin air. Hundreds of enemy soldiers would burst into cries of pain without being attacked at all. From the position of these common 3rd class soldiers, her actions were like those of a god.
Seeing their reverence, Rose didn't feel anything. Instead, the pride welling up in her chest came from Ruyue's efforts alone.
