An Extra’s POV

"I'll have to apologize to Jet for not listening to his final words."

Noah sheathed his blade as he heaved a sigh, a bit of mist leaking out of his lips. He cast his gaze on Britta, who remained silent as she lay on the ground.

It would be a lie if he said he didn't feel bad for her.

Not only had she lost to him, but her entire resolve—the strength she painstakingly mustered so she could raise her blade—was rendered useless by him.

"You shouldn't feel too bad." Noah mumbled as he stared off into the distance.

Despite Britta bleeding, he didn't pay much attention to her. He already knew she wouldn't die or suffer permanent damage from her injury.

He also had some attention on her, so she wouldn't be able to catch him by surprise.

'Not that it would happen, though…' One look at Britta was enough to tell Noah that her will to fight was gone.

He had utterly broken her fighting spirit.

"I don't need your pity." She whispered in response.

Noah sighed and shook his head the moment he heard this. "That's not why I said it, though."

He raised his hand and pointed his finger in a particular direction that was a short distance from where they were.

The battle between Jet and Sebas was reaching an explosive climax, and as Noah saw the brilliant display of destruction, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"They make our fight look like child's play." He commented, now turning back to see Britta.

"I know you must have your reasons for suspecting Jet and Lux, and I don't think you're being irrational in your stance."

He heaved a heavy sigh and shrugged.

just… I also have

away from Britta, his sights set on the

then?" Britta's voice suddenly echoed, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. "When I

smile broadened and he shook

same, but in all

the chance that their group didn't encounter as many Undead

nodded at Noah, and then—for the first time ever—she offered Noah

you've gotten really strong,

her that he wasn't even in top form thanks to the whole marathon within the Dungeon, and how most of his

her feel bad…' And so,

completely leaving Britta's presence, though, he uttered words that came

neither was his tone

the way he turned his head back and gazed at Britta

going to get much stronger. You just

Noah Sherlock returned

had one more

Jet… whatever happens, I will not forget my promise.' Clenching fist with

'I will protect everyone!'

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[Meanwhile…]

"Huff… huff…"

he stared at the man

They both looked extremely exhausted, way

getting a bit difficult.' Adonis narrowed his gaze as he

the moment, I have to restrict myself to a particular set so I

so he

he still able to

notorious for having the same capabilities, Adonis found it increasingly strange that Jet wasn't showing any signs of recovery, yet he was still fighting on a somewhat even ground

is incredible, and his combat