"I could tell that she was strong. Just not that strong." I utter looking at Dawn's status window. That insane status window. And you're telling me Peyton is undoubtedly stronger than that…?
Then again, what would I expect? There is a chance that she's arguably the strongest A-Rank in the world, after all. The only A-Rank with a SSS-Rank Skill.
Not to mention her friend and supposedly her only rival among the A-Ranks of Niger, who casually dismantled my arm from the rest of my body like it was just a typical Tuesday for her. All with one swing of that humongous longsword.
"Yeah, I knew she was a shebeast."
"Master, that's not very nice."
"Be quiet. You're a shebeast, too." Dawn just looks at me with a disagreeable expression and pouts as I say that through our Soul Bond neural link.
