Chapter 47
Crack, Crack
The bonfire is cracking. The ember shone and flew in the dark sky like stardusts, and in the midst of this darkness, Monica leaped through the air towards the monster.
She approaches him head-on like a reckless kitten. The man swings down his huge arm. Like a large tree trunk that was about to fall upon her. Although the swing didn't have that much strength in it, its mass alone would crush the slender girl.
But.
Monica laughed.
A fifteen-year-old girl with a lovely face and figure.
Shhh
She bared her fangs like a beast.
The evil mage couldn't believe it. So did the maddened bandit who swung his arm down. No matter how insane she is, a dainty kitten is still a kitten, It can easily be crushed by the rule of nature. Even if he goes insane, he still understands that much.