But perhaps the assassins forgot, Brand was never alone.
The Light Door has already opened.
Snow-white slender hands grabbed his sword blade. The Magic Longsword emitted a heart-wrenching wail as if it were being sucked into metal. Medphis's eyes gleamed, flickering with a warlike radiance, "Your opponent is me, refrain from being rude to the master." Only in front of Brand does the Vampire Lady show a gentle side, while his wildness flows like rushing blood.
The assassin's face changed. He realized that his sword had turned into a pile of scrap iron fragments in the delicate pale hands of the other.
What incredible strength...
