The small, expressionless wizard still stood silently in place, bow in hand.

In her clear sapphire-like pupils, Salica's figure is reflected... Her eyes were blank when the arrow was pointed at her chest, and her chest and shoulders rose and fell violently, as if she had not yet woken up from the "dream" she had just had.

Under the sunset that stained the earth red, everyone's eyes widened, and they watched this scene with their most shocked, incredulous expressions.

In an instant, there were even a few exclamations from the crowd, and they could never have imagined that this would be the end of the battle before the battle began.

Finale... Loren's gaze was solemn, and his hand holding the hilt of his sword still didn't let go.

It's not over yet, and Salika still has a chance to turn defeat into victory, but Ain ...... The pitch-black pupils slowly moved towards the petite figure, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

Having fought alongside elves, he knew better than anyone how physically challenging the dancers' stride and form-based skills were—something no alchemist could handle.

That was Ain's last outburst... She had no more energy left to fight.

But if Salika wants to fight back, she also needs to take risks;

Within three steps, it only took a thousandth of a second for a charged arrow to pierce her chest, and in an instant... She wanted to dodge the little wizard's third arrow, and she only had a chance of a thousandth of a second.

thousandths of a second......

The two win or lose, win or lose, and even life and death... It will all be decided in the next moment!

The black-haired wizard stared at the every move of the two in front of him, and the palm of his sword grip kept sweating, but he still refused to let go.

The atmosphere of tranquility is solemn and oppressive.

However, in the next second, Salika, who was confronting the little wizard, suddenly grinned and made a move that no one expected.

She put the spear in her hand... Thrown away.

"Bell ——!"

With exclamations from inside the camp, the last weapon in Salika's hand fell to the ground, and it was still five paces away from her.

The little wizard's eyes widened suddenly, and his expression flashed in a trance, and the bow and arrow in his hand almost escaped his hand.

Stunned, she even forgot that she was still fighting, staring at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

Salika, who had thrown away her weapon, smiled and spread her arms and pressed her chest, which was only dressed in a single suit, against the tip of her arrow!

What's going on? What the hell is she—what the hell is she trying to do?!

Not only the little wizard, but almost everyone around the entire camp, from the lords to every soldier and knight who came to watch, all had a stunned expression, staring at this "earth-shattering reversal" with wide eyes!

Salika Jonah, who was silent, only grinned, two delicate tiger teeth showing the corners of her mouth, and tilted her head to the side, laughing at the little wizard's somewhat "flustered" appearance.

"Y-What are you doing here?!"

The unexpected situation made Ai Yin lose his cool immediately, and even instinctively dodged backwards, and his words were hurried: "I, we are in a duel! I'm serious!"

"That's right, I'm serious too... H.E. Ain Rand. ”

Her flaxen hair was disheveled, and Salika smiled and puffed up her chest, her freckled cheeks flushed with a hint of redness, and her eyes blinked:

"I've now thrown away my weapons and have no defense... Isn't it time for you to shoot through my heart, cutie?"

"Little, little cutie?!"

"Hmm... You don't like it?" a sly smile suddenly appeared on Salika's face, and she leaned forward again, "That 'dear'... How?"

"Dear?!"

Helpless, Ain desperately wanted to retreat, and her red face was completely messy in the wind, almost to the point that she couldn't even speak.

"Then what do you say you like?" Salika's expression became more and more excited, and she pressed step by step: "Love, little Ain, man, or... Ah, do you want me to call you 'master'? worthy of a wizard... It's bad, but I like it. ”

"I, I, I, I, I ......"

The frightened little wizard reacted exaggeratedly, looking like he was about to cry.

So such a "wonderful" scene was staged in the center of the much-anticipated "dueling arena": Salika, who was bare-handed, pressed forward step by step with a "wicked smile", while Ain, who was holding a weapon, retreated again and again.

What the?

Loren, who was stunned, thought hard to no avail, and looked confused.

Did you miss a long period of the plot, this in front of you... I can't connect with it at all!

"Stop, stop!" the little wizard gritted her teeth, her face flushed, and she was completely incoherent: "You—you're admitting defeat, aren't you?"

"That's right, I lost!"

Salika replied with great joy, and shouted excitedly, "I have completely lost to Ain Rand of Lothair, our incomparable wizard lord!"

There was an uproar around the arena, and there was the sound of jaws dropping to the ground everywhere.

"Then, then you should keep the agreement. Aine timidly put away the war bow in his hand, took out the last trace of composure and said calmly: "According to our agreement, you will hand over your and the army of the Jonah family to Loren......

"Oh... To hell with that guts duke!"

Finally, Salika, who was impatient, pushed away the war bow and hugged Ain's neck in exclamation, revealing an expression like a hungry wolf seeing its prey:

"I only want you this time, I can give you whatever you want for that duke - there are thousands of warriors in the Great Green Sea, none of them can compare to you!"

Ain was completely frozen.

In the next second, Salika raised her eyebrows and pressed forward step by step, gently handing her red lips to the ......

"Poof!"

Feeling the sudden touch at the corner of his mouth, the little wizard who was stunned for a second woke up suddenly.

"Ahhh......hhh You, you, you, you... Do you—Do you know what you're doing——!"

"Of course I know - what I did was the right decision of my life!" Salika laughed heartily, licking the corners of her mouth greedily:

"Blonde, handsome face, so smart, so brave, and a little shy—my dear Ain Rand, you are truly an angel given to me by the Holy Cross. ”

"No, you are my Holy Cross, the only Holy Cross... For your sake, I am willing to sacrifice the position of Grand Duke!"

The frightened little wizard froze completely, looking at the madwoman in front of him in disbelief.

She's completely messy.

Salika, who laughed loudly, put Ain in place, stepped aside and picked up her saber, and then heroically raised the shiny blade into the sky:

"Warriors of Boi, let us go with the brethren of Byrne to rescue the City of a Thousand Hordes——!" At this moment, Salika laughed:

"In the name of my Boi successor, for the sake of Ain Rand——!"

"For Ain Rand ————————————!!!!"

A tidal wave of shouts resounded throughout the camp, and all the Byrnes looked at the excited Brother Boi opposite, dancing and cheering.

What's going on?

What is this?

Loren shook his head violently, throwing all sorts of jumbled thoughts out of his head... In any case, the purpose of himself and Ain has been achieved, and that is enough.

"How do you feel, Lord Duke?"

Harlem Van Ashamai, who had a smile on his lips, walked from a distance, his pupils flashing with a sharp light: "I reminded you that our Excellency Ain Rand will give you a 'surprise'. ”

The black-haired wizard took a deep breath, then sighed heavily.

Surprise... That's right, this is really an unexpected, big "surprise"!

"You expected that, didn't you, Master Ashamai?" Loren suddenly turned his head, his gaze meaningful, "I want the wolves of the steppe to treat you as a friend... You've got to beat it with your left hand and hug it with your right hand – that's your cue, right?"

"Expected? no... I'm not a prophet, I'm a true alchemist, I only tell the truth. Master Ashamai said seriously, but then the conversation changed:

"But a well-informed old man like me has long been familiar with the things of this world, and you are still too young and too simple, Duke!"

"......" Loren Turin.