Prove Yourself With All Your Existing Abilities

"General Garlan, I understand! Even in this filthy world, there are still those who yearn for peace. It's true that peace must be achieved with bloodied hands! Only those who truly desire it will be ready to do it..."

The soldiers observed Rosa's significantly different demeanor; she was more aggressive than before. Leading them, she charged at the enemy troops.

With relentless strikes, she showed no signs of fatigue until they had reached the designated stopping point.

The white-clothed man glared at them with resentment.

"I didn't expect to encounter a disturbance here, but she's a woman, and she's already wounded facing that slave! She can't possibly be stronger than me!"

Confidently, he drew his gleaming sword, and the sunlight made it look even more magnificent.

However, it didn't mean much, as Rosa had experienced before. The wielder of a weapon mattered more, no matter how splendid the weapon appeared. If she regarded her opponent as much stronger, the sword was appropriate fo