Chapter 60: The Exiled Marquise and Sister Shara 1
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When I turned back to face the masked figure, it abruptly stopped its Soliloquy.
What was the content of its Soliloquy? Was it complaining about the world, or about its own circumstances? I understood the meaning, but it was uttered in a voice decisively lacking something—a curse repeated mechanically. I’d long since tuned it out, so I don’t even remember.
No, there’s no need to remember.
Because it will stop talking very soon.
Just as I thought that, I sensed it move beneath the Robe enveloping its entire body.
It had mentioned a last resort. I’d been attacked by one of their kind once before; anyone could guess what might happen the second time.
Don’t think you can do it.
This time, I’ll take your head off before you can even change.
To be honest, the moment I stepped forward, I thought I had won.
It was that perfect a step forward; I could feel all the power circulating through my body.
There was enough distance to nearly cross the crater, but I felt I could end everything before the opponent did anything, whatever they tried.
I thought so quite naturally.
So, well, when my thoughts caught up to the fact that my body had stopped halfway across the crater, I was surprised, and at the same time, I cursed involuntarily because I was fed up with my own carelessness.
What had that masked one said?
Didn’t it say, “How many allies do you think have died?”
In that case, isn’t it obvious there would be more?
Isn’t it obvious there would