However, just as he had said those words. Clover puffed out an amount full of blood, he held his stomach, while he knelt to the ground with blood dripping out of his mouth. He used the rapier sword as a support prevented him from losing his consciousness, he wiped the blood of his lips and chin with his arm.
He looked to the majestic crow, which gazed at him with fierce expression filled with killing intent. Before, the majestic crow only wanted to gauge the whole prowess of Clover, now he had battled him with the desire to kill. Clover felt goosebumps from the thick killing intent he received.
However, he could not do anything besides raising his head with chin held high, and gladly fought the battle to the fullest. However, how could he? When he was at his last breath?
