The mage turned towards Buchanan and Ikaris and slashed through the air. The lines carved on the silver blade flashed, and at the same time, two crescent-shaped rays of light rushed to cut the demons that were attacking Fonde’s shield. The mindless demons continued to charge foolishly only to be annihilated by the silver sword. Blood from the demons’ wounds splashed onto the pale yellow dress, eroding it in places. It was now so dilapidated that no one would have thought it was one of the dresses Atlas Dicaprio had worked so hard to prepare for Claire. The drops of black blood clinging to Claire’s twin swords flew out with the momentum of swinging the sword, falling to the ground with “Shh... Sigh...” Claire and Lowel have defeated a lot of demons, but they still appear from nowhere and rush. Unlike Claire, an S-rank mage with more experience and combat prowess, Lowel had almost reached her limit. He staggered b

   Porco patiently smiled.    "Your right hand...it can't be used right? Are you sure you can fight? Otherwise you can go home"    As soon as Porco finished speaking, he immediately received a sharp glare from Silver.    Can't you say a kinder word?    Porco's style of asking questions with Paru sprinkled with Paru could not make Paru want to look at him even once, not even a frown. Silver coughed a few times to answer on behalf of Paru:    "She's left-handed"    Paru was grateful that Silver spoke for him. He always helps her when she is in trouble and frees her up. That's right, she's left