Even when attacks occasionally broke through this system, they couldn't inflict fatal wounds.
After all, the clothes wrapped around her body were top-tier defensive magical devices that the master of House Berk had invested two whole months to create.
After fighting for a while, Meisa burned the undead to death and drove a bolt of lightning into the Undead King's head.
Just as even powerful wizards are merely human without magical power, strong necromancers are mere dark elves without undead.
Only the silver crown remained on the charred corpse.
'Ah...'
The moment she confirmed victory after the long battle, familiar dizziness swept through her head.
A signal from her body weakening from malnutrition.
Just then, someone grabbed and supported Meisa's stumbling wrist.
"Are you alright?"
Realizing her supporter was Turan, the youth with gray hair and eyes, Meisa let out a sigh of relief.
