Chapter 180.3
Scheherazade screamed in vindictiveness.
I understand the desire to avenge her friends, and I understand the desire to put everything on the line for this battle. But I also have a reason why I could not lose… a reason to return.
So you must die here.
The true value of Combat Skill [Iron Rose] was not its immense power or speed.
The essence of this skill was the violence of its power, which boosted the combat power itself by doubling the magical power, physical strength, and all statuses that had been steadily trained up to this point.
Scheherazade’s head, exposed to the barrage of violence, bursts open, spurting black blood backward, and I stab Scheherazade’s heart, which completely shattered her core with my blade, to finish her off.
With overworked and trembling muscles, I shook Scheherazade’s hand from around my neck, stood up, and turned my eyes toward the darkness of the passageway, looking for “that girl” who had disappeared after suddenly putting interfering in the fight.
“Where did she go to…?”
Thinking of that girl’s smile that I didn’t know what she was thinking, I walked deeper into the dungeon with my wounded body.
[Aria (Alicia)] [Race: Human Female] [Rank 4]