The sword light is staggered, the sword blade rubs out sparks, and each other's swordsmanship skills are as smooth as a flowing water dance, seeing that Anya, an ordinary aristocratic girl, has such skilled swordsmanship.

Ilona was surprised at first, but soon gritted her teeth and became serious, swinging her sword with precision and swiftness, launching a deadly offensive like a bird of prey in control of air supremacy.

With a crisp sound of "click", Anya took advantage of the situation to freeze the two blades together, comparing each other's brute strength.

Slowly, Ilona, who has more combat experience, gained the upper hand.

"You've had enough trouble, my noble lady, right?" Ilona said as she stared viciously into Anya's eyes.

But Anya was the response of a nonchalant hippie smile. "If you have the opportunity to go to St. Calliu and hear my story, you will see that this is just the warm-up stage."

"Are you challenging my patience?" Looking at Anya's confident smile, Ilona couldn't help but sneer. "Speaking of which, I'll admit you're beautiful, and it's no wonder Cesare would let you follow him, you don't have to hurt your cute face.

Ilona leaned forward and pressed her weight against her sword, pressing Anya backwards step by step.

"Really?" Anya blew lightly into Ilona's face, gently blowing the silver hair that covered her left eye, revealing the black hole underneath that had lost her eyeballs. "You mean, an injury like yours?"

"You, you're looking for death, aren't you?" Feeling insulted, Ilona suddenly became angry, and at the moment when she used more strength, Anya deflected her edge and deflected Ilona's strength along the smooth blade with more dexterous skill.

At the same time as the blades separated, the two girls also pulled away again.

"I'll say it one last time, give Cesare back to me!"

"Hmm......" Anya asked with her free hand as she tapped her cheek lightly with her fingers, deliberately making a thoughtful look. Are you going to kill him? ”

"What does this have to do with you!" Ilona stared at Anya in a very unpleasant tone.

Anya, on the other hand, stuck out her tongue mischievously and responded with a smile. "Then I can't give him to you, Cesare is not only an excellent adventure partner for me......"

Anya said, her cheeks flushed a little involuntarily. "All in all, as long as I'm standing here alive, it's impossible to watch him die first."

Ilona was surprised in disbelief after hearing Anya's words, and then her eyes were puzzling for a short time, anger, jealousy, disappointment, sadness and other complex emotions flashed over, and finally shook her head before thinking about it again.

Instead, he cautiously adjusted his position, his eyes keenly observing any possible flaws in the opponent, and raised the sharp blade to aim at Anya's throat.

"Whatever you want, Cesare's infection is extremely dangerous anyway, so be careful to bite your neck when he gets up again!" Ilona gritted her teeth and threatened Anya, her voice seemed even more hostile than before.

Anya turned her face slightly to look at Cesare, who was tormented by the infection, and watched as the mycelium spread along his body and made him look terrible again...... The girl sighed in relief.

"It doesn't matter, I never wanted to leave this forest alive." Anya's tone was soft, as if she was ready to be buried here with Cesare.

"What a crazy ......"

That was Ilona's final assessment of her opponent, swerving her silver blade and lunging at Anya again, her swordsmanship strong and powerful that relied not only on rude brute force.

Like a gust of wind fierce and swift, like the claws of a bird of prey mercilessly grasping at its prey.

And Anya also made contact with her sword again at the first moment, her swordsmanship was tactful and agile, the soft wind hid a deadly aura, and the sword moves were varied, both offensive and defensive, so that the crisp sound of the sword body colliding resounded in the room one after another.

The two of them did not have any superfluous movements, the duel moves of swordsmanship were fierce and fast, and any mistake would lead to defeat on the spot, the blade of the sword cut through the air and tore the air, and the elegant sword shadow flew up and down without leaving room for it.

Just as he was getting more and more anxious, there was a knock and Mr. Ander's voice outside the door.

"Ilona? Are you in there? Has the Earl returned? ”

Although it was just an innocuous sentence, it made Anya, who was preoccupied, distracted for a while, and it was just a moment of negligence.

Ilona grabbed the gap and turned her body sideways, and then a vigorous side kick kicked Anya on the waist accurately, Anya let out a painful "whimper", and her body almost fell, but fortunately found her center of gravity in time.

When she thought that Ilona's sword would fall and make a counterattack, Ilona broke away from the fight with Anya and rushed towards the unsuspecting Cesare with her sword instead.

Cesare's body was now completely dehumanized, not unlike the monster he had been when he had killed Claudius, the circus director, at night before.

His mouth was torn open by mycelium, his teeth became sharp and sharp, and his body was wrapped in a thick layer of mycelium as new skin, choking in pain, subconsciously wanting to struggle but unable to do so.

The distorted hand turned into the claws of the beast, and Ilona's arms twitched a few times as if she had regained consciousness as she stood in front of him.

Cesare slowly opened his eyes, but the surface of the eyeballs was as dull as a corpse, except for the mycelium that was full of mycelium wriggling.

Ilona raised her sword and aimed it at Cesare's heart, just as she had been on the night she had joined the crows...... is going to kill the "relatives" who have made a promise to her again......

The originally resolute eyes couldn't help but become hesitant and sad, Ilona had warned herself countless times that if she wanted to fight monsters, she had to make herself cold-blooded, but she still couldn't help but hesitate to kill the important person again.

Anya wanted to rush over and stop it as fast as she could. "Wait! No! She shouted, but was always one step slower.

Knowing that mycelium could not be cured, Ilona closed her eyes, and the blade still fell.

But what was Cesare thinking at this time? Cesare looked numbly at Anya, who was running towards him, but he couldn't see her face at all, and everything around her lost its original color in his eyes and became inexplicably incomprehensible......

He was just missing the thoughts in his heart in his blurred consciousness.

Faintly, Cesare saw his only relative crouching in front of his eyes and smiling at him, Clostia ...... The sister he misses the most, how good it would have been if she hadn't followed him on the day she was attacked by monsters......

"Sister...... I miss you......"

The sword hovered over Cesare's chest, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

Ilona's expression froze, the corners of her slightly open mouth twitching, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

She remembered her home, she remembered her brother, she remembered her countless cries of despair.

And now, she waited for a response, but this was it...... It doesn't belong to her.