"What… is she doing?"
Even Rosalia, whose existence itself defied reason, was startled enough to take half a step back. Covering her mouth with a slender hand, she said, "Is she… treating her own injuries?"
Phield was equally dumbfounded. His pupils trembled as he coughed awkwardly.
"This woman is actually performing her own defeat animation!"
Unfortunately, there was nothing alluring about it.
It was simply horrifying.
"I'm negotiating with you, Phield. Let me go, and I can bring you substantial rewards."
Then came a scene so absurd that it shattered all common sense.
She actually pulled out a crystal vial the length of a palm from a seemingly impossible location.
"Wait. No, seriously. Where exactly were you hiding that thing? Hold on, you've been carrying that in your chest this whole time and still fighting normally?"
Phield felt an overwhelming urge to gouge out his own eyes.
Countless complaints filled his mind, but after thinking about it, he swallowed them back.
