Rage flared through Beatrice as her aura erupted.
"What is the meaning of this, Mergo?!"
She shouted.
Mergo casually stuck a finger into his ear, unbothered.
"No need to shout, Lady Beatrice. I can hear you just fine."
The old man smiled, his gaze sharp and lethal.
"Don't look at me like that. You and I have hated each other for a long time now, after all."
Mergo was deadly serious.
In response, Beatrice unleashed her full power.
"Do you really think you and that worthless servant of yours can stop me?!"
She knocked Mergo's blade aside and leapt backward.
Seeing this, Mergo scratched his head and sighed.
"I'm quite confident I could defeat you… but I don't need to."
As he spoke, a horrifying pressure descended from nowhere, crushing everything in its wake.
Beatrice's expression darkened completely.
Mergo, however, smiled broadly.
"My part is already done. Your true opponent has arrived."
