"Il, your methods of training your subordinates seem lacking," Ronald's sister said confidently after her strike.
She immediately began taunting her own sister as she delivered a punch.
"..."
Then, a very obvious scene unfolded.
Il, not far away, was still expressionless, looking at her with the same expression as before—an expression as if nothing had changed.
"..."
Seeing Il's unwavering expression.
Thorns suddenly realized something.
Her fist had not smashed into the ground as she had anticipated. Instead, before it could, something more solid than the earth had stopped her movement.
Clang—
Just then, a pitch-black sword light flashed from the ground.
Thorns Giant tried to move her arm away, but Saint Catherine's sword had already severed the arm at the wrist. Ronald, who had initially blocked the attack below, then kicked the severed arm fiercely.
"Humans—!"
An angry roar erupted from Thorns Giant.
