Ramiel stood in the middle of a perfectly cut scolopendra corpse with the tip of his sword pointing toward the ground. One simple sweep was enough to end the endlessly dragging skirmish. Such a small move gave so much happiness.
However, the former hunter wasn't happy. He tilted his head back, holding back the grimace of annoyance that pressed against his lips. He remained like this for a few seconds, then looked at the blood-soaked twin blades with contempt and remorse.
" Really, a whore? Just now? Really?!?!? " - Ramiel howled through clenched teeth. Rarely could anything bring his blood to a boil. He usually tried to stay composed and keep emotions in check. After all, someone once wisely said that emotions are a warrior's greatest enemy on the battlefield.
But the twin blades came very close to driving the former hunter off balance. All because of the blissful feeling of mana particles flowing into his body.
