The last hunt.
Silvette sighed softly to herself, following Ralph southward.
The priests in the wine cellar, this was the final revelation given to her by the Blood Angel in her dream, the last fragment of the cursed sword was there.
Silvette quickened her pace, only by doing so could she keep up with those two long legs, increasingly feeling dissatisfied with her petite frame. She jogged a few steps to catch up with Ralph and looked at his swaying large hand. The alchemical fire gun was held in the other hand, as an excuse to avoid the female sheriff's flirtations. Silvette chuckled lightly; this peculiar pair was truly entertaining.
Truly entertaining indeed.
Ralph would definitely handle the last monster with ease, being the Kingslayer and now armed with Sage's Stone bullets provided by the legendary Alchemist, even the powerful priests in the wine cellar wouldn't stand a chance against this despicable man.
The death of the priests was foreseeable, as was her own end.
