It was unnatural.
Azaria couldn't sense anything from this person.
Not the use of his mana, not the use of an artifact or an armament, not even the use of any special skill whatsoever.
And yet he was able to take on all her strikes and come out completely unscathed?
It felt almost like he was toying with her.
And even though she was starting to see just how dangerous this person is, she still has that burning longing to wipe that annoying grin off his weirdly handsome face.
Seeing that he had no intention of answering her question, and only scrutinizing her with that annoying look of his, which only serves to piss Azaria off even more.
But she was already out of mana….
There was just one other option. She was going to use her trump card.
"Seeing as you have no intention to speak…" Azaria said, standing up straight, still breathing hard as her sword disappeared from her hand into her storage bracelet.
