On the bee-type magic beast's neck, a hideous handprint can be seen. It has the same outline as the pink fog that strangled her earlier
The magic beast touched her bleeding neck with cold sweat on her back. She knew that if she was even just a second late, she would have died back then with her head separated from the rest of her body
Even if she didn't die, her injury was still painful and she glared hatefully at the human that managed to injure her
"You bitch! I will kill you!" The bee-type magic beast said angrily as she controlled her stinger and had it pierce the ground
In no time at all, the ground cracked and from the cracks, honey erupted like spring in the direction of Elder Priss
In return, Elder Priss hit the ground with the bottom part of her long scepter and wind carrying pink fog flew in all directions around her
The honey that was trying to stick to her was blown away and the bee-type magic beast cried out in pain
