"If you don't need to use it, it's best not to." Just after her arrival, Michaela, who faced the crisis of her reincarnated body being destroyed, observed her surroundings, the droplet of source power in her hand gently revolving on its own.
This source power was given to her by her grandfather and her husband respectively, ah, adding up to only so much, and its purpose was to prevent situations like the present one. The source power in her hand was not much, merely one-fifth of the standard unit, but it was more than enough to alleviate her current crisis.
"I didn't expect to encounter this." Watching the battle scene before her, Michaela was not panic-stricken in the slightest, instead looking on with a trace of interest, as this was a very novel experience for her.
Having lived for a thousand years, she had never known what it felt like to be assassinated. Unexpectedly, in such a world, she experienced the taste of assassination.
