“Sister!”

Sylvia, advancing toward the Emperor, was clearly visible to everyone present.

Though the battlefield was full of enemies too formidable to cut down recklessly, and the steam billowing from the equipment she wore obscured the view, there was no doubt she was the centerpiece of the confrontation. Not only was Sylvia the Emperor’s target, but she was also the only one with a complete grasp of the situation. After all, the entire group had come this far with the singular purpose of supporting her.

Even the Emperor had tacitly acknowledged it. Though he hadn’t said it outright, it was evident that Sylvia possessed some power connected to the “goddess.”

Claire, too, had intended to rush to Sylvia’s aid—

“—Ugh!”

—but she was forced to retreat abruptly, swinging her sword in a sharp arc.

A whoosh cut through the air—a sound more akin to a whip crack than the swing of a sword. In truth, the motion of the blade was so unnatural that it didn’t resemble a sword at all.@@novelbin@@

“I saw it last time, but I still can’t figure out how you move that sword like that.”

“Oh?”

The tip of Claire’s blade, as she retreated, was laced with a blue energy that writhed unnaturally. Unlike the straight lines of conventional sword auras, hers bent and curled like a whip or a snake. This wasn’t the sword acting on its own—it was Claire exercising precise control over her sword energy.

“Strange to hear that from you,” Claire said, her tone tinged with irony.

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