Lancelot figured out three things.
The opponent did not use magic;
The high-speed swing of the blade created an instant vacuum, slicing through the giant pillar, dividing the Seine River into two parts;
The opponent missed on purpose;
Conclusion: Salome is an incredibly strong bastard.
Now, the incredibly powerful witch was looking down on Lancelot with a smirk as she fell.
"There should be a limit to practical jokes!!!"
With a furious yell, she shattered a rock, leapt into the air, her hands ready for the perfect counterattack. The golden storm engulfed where the witch stood.
"Oh dear~"
As shards of rocks still flew upward, and dust had merely begun to spread, scorn came from behind her.
"Calling it a prank is a bit much, it's merely a joke."
