A streak of blinding red seeped from Aleister's pale neck, and a wave of unprecedented bewilderment filled her pupils.
"Why are you able to break through the Power of the Holy Spirit? This power has already surpassed the limits of the Holy Rank?"
She murmured to herself, somewhat lost.
"Stop fixating on the limits. Until you become the foremost person in this land of the Holy Kingdom, how can you be sure you've reached the limits of your strength? When the day comes, then consider the question."
Ethan Smith sneered as he retracted the massive scythe into his body.
Aleister stood silently all along, her golden hair covering her delicate face, lost in thought.
Dagger Master, let me borrow your strength to show off.
Aleister had just helped him, so he didn't mind returning the favor once.
At Aleister's level, her mind was as steadfast as ice.
Unless something beyond her knowledge occurred, she wouldn't easily experience inner turmoil.
