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.

I also have my reasons

from Britta, his sights set on the white

him to stop

broadened and he shook

up considerably during this Conquest. I expected you to have done the same, but in all likelihood, your group must

the chance that their group didn't encounter as many Undead as Noah and Jet's

then—for the first time ever—she offered Noah a

you've gotten

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

bad…' And so, keeping

leaving Britta's presence, though, he uttered words that came raw from his

neither was

his head back and gazed at Britta while saying them

going to get much stronger. You just watch

Sherlock returned

he had one

not forget my promise.' Clenching fist with resolve, he burned the rest of

'I will protect everyone!'

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[Meanwhile…]

"Huff… huff…"

was breathing heavily as he stared

both looked extremely exhausted, way past their limits. However, this was only how it appeared

Adonis narrowed

Sword, and while I'm utilizing most of my Skills at the moment, I have

his Stats, so he should have still been much

he still able to keep up

also notorious for having the same capabilities, Adonis found it increasingly strange that Jet wasn't showing any signs

sheer skill he has with the blade is