Corrupted Priest

Irmell.

I crushed another enemy, but there was no scream.

The enemies were clearly men who had been trained systematically.

"Kill!"

According to my mother, each of them was at least worth two fingers.

I leaned my body slightly backward. A sharp blade grazed past my chest.

I could have let that attack hit me slightly and then cut off the enemy's head — attacks without any divinity didn't really hurt me — but since Carmen didn't know my true nature, revealing the oddities of my body would've been a foolish move.

I stepped forward and counterattacked with an upward slash.

The fight resembled the one against that bandit leader who fought so skillfully before, but there was a clear difference this time:

Vrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Now, I had the upper hand in terms of equipment.