Chapter 113: Stella talks the most...
A bizarre battle had been happening at the high altitude for some time now.
"Can't heal… yet…" Stella spoke as she hovered her eyes on Schnee's body.
Her cat sister was covered in blood from top to bottom. Her HP was still in a safe zone since Stella was floating behind her.
That blood also worked in Schnee's favor. The more blood spilled on her face, the more horrifying Schnee's feral instincts became.
Everyone noticed that the cat was becoming more and more restless as time went on. That blood on her face combined with golden feral eyes had created enough of an image to scare off weak-minded opponents.
The cold beauty wasn't really affected by Schnee's wildness, though.
She silently rode her battle horse, ordering her battle horses' army like a perfect commander. They circled and disturbed Schnee enough to the point where she let out furious kitty noises.
That battle was weird… because Stella had been the one talking the most…
Stella had been trying to use her wind element to wound the blond lady or stop the battle horses army.
All her attempts had been rendered useless, though.
Stella narrowed her eyes. On her left hand, she gathered a small tornado. It whirled dangerously fast, seemingly uncontrollable.
Soon, the second tornado popped above her palm, as if Stella had duplicated it!
She threw these two tornadoes at her enemies.
Those tornadoes promptly grew in size, revealing the might of the wind mana. Their gargantuan forms howled, disturbing not only one's vision but also hearing. And within those, one could only pray to the winged goddess to survive!
Within that tornado, the black-dressed woman disappeared. Then another tornado landed in the black horse army, swallowing them whole.
Their forms disappeared for roughly five seconds.
Stella was only strong enough to stop the blond woman for five seconds. After that time, the long lance cut through the tornado as if through paper.
All wind elements in the vicinity crumbled.
[????? Lv. 55 HP: ??? MP: ???]
Her name and her stats were hidden behind the system. It was due to the level gap and the difference in skills. Of course, everyone could tell that this lady was one of the princesses, so the name mattered not.
Her strength was what bothered Stella.
And since Schnee was on her feral side, not even using her tricky abilities but just relying on pure strength, Stella had been forced to think more than she ever wished for.
'She's not attacking us. From the start, she has been stopping cat and me with her presence and horses,' Stella inferred, 'If she uses her mist…'
That was when Stella's heart skipped a beat.
Sara had often said that dullahan's worked the best within their mists. They could hide their heads and horses.
The royalties could wrap their powerful armies and silently trample down enemies from an unexpected angle.
The mist was their defense and cover, but it also could become a sharp weapon.
Stella had seen Sara using that mist in the offensive. That power drilled through the bosses with ease!
'She's not using her mist at all… Her raw strength and horses are enough… If she were to use the mist, we probably would've been dead already…' Stella realized her situation.
That woman's objective was just to secure Celia and make Sara work for them. She wasn't interested in killing others.
Stella dropped her wind magic and solely relied on her supportive abilities, "Heal. Mana. Stamina. Defenses. Holy Shield."
All of those rose on Schnee's curves.
Another clash between her and the blond woman erupted.
'I can only believe in others,' Stella whispered within herself, but for some reason, that kind of a thought displeased her more than it should.
Sara and Henred exchanged a few moves already.
Their battle looked like a medieval battle with knights on horses. They had been rushing against each other, then striking each other once.
Then, they would turn and repeat the rush.
Henred shouted, "Just comply with the third prince's demands! Return the sword to our kingdom, and we can return to being a family once again! Three of us!"
"You horse shit! What's on your mind now?!" Sara replied with unconcealable disgust, "I don't even want to hear the word 'family' from your mouth!"
Henred contorted his face, "Don't you miss me?! Don't you miss your life where you didn't have to worry about anything?! You had it all! You had a high status, wealth, and the daughter you had been dreaming of!"
Sara bit her lips, "I wanted a daughter because I felt too lonely! My mother was too busy, my father was too fickle, and you were engrossed in your duties! I thought you'd really change... What do you really want, you horse shit?!
That sleeping power within Celia?!" Sara roared so loud she was surprised by her voice too.
Henred didn't reply to her inquiry.
Instead, he smiled, "I want to atone for my sins. I want to get my family back… That's all, Sara. We can return to our former life and change it for the better! Yes! I want to feel the family's warmth!"
"You are disgusting… Too disgusting! I can see through your lies… I can so easily see through them. It disgusts me more," Sara whispered before clenching her spear.
The mist she and Henred had been exuding slowly started vibrating around her spear.
Henred caught his own mist around his weapon, too, "So you want to end it in one move, don't you, Sara?"
Sara didn't reply, but her decisive eyes told enough.
Henred sighed, "I just need Celia anyway. If I can't use you, I will think of something different."
Sara's heart drummed louder. Her anger and disgust took reign within her body. She promptly let her head go as if trying to escape from those memories.
Becoming headless, Sara's whole strength surged.
Henred naturally did the same.
Their headless bodies in Ultimate Skills let out a wave of abundant power. Mana, soul, and their physical strength blended as much as possible.
And then… their horses howled, running into each other.
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