"Swoosh!" The sound of metal weapon tearing through flesh and bones echoed, light gold blood sprayed out.
Muria, somewhat startled, watched the scene unfold before him. Remilia, petite and dressed in a princess dress, with a soft and adorable appearance, held a scarlet lance, piercing Yingdila who was even smaller than her.
The dominating and fierce spearhead protruded from Yingdila's back, light gold blood dripped off the triangular spearhead. The striking contrast between the robust spearhead and Yingdila's seemingly delicate, small body carried an aesthetic of the brutal destruction of beauty.
Unfortunately, what would be an instantly fatal wound for mortals did not cause any expression of pain on Yingdila's face. She merely furrowed her eyebrows slightly and restored her composed face and then looked at Muria, "She attacked me! I can strike back, right?"
