Having swept every enemy from the city, they had finally reached the moment of facing the final boss.
"General Daraba."
Katima tightened her grip on the black sword in her hand as she looked at the tall old man before her, clad in black armor and wielding a greatsword.
"The time has finally come."
"Ah, I had been waiting for you too, Katima Antias."
A cruel smile appeared on the old general's face, while Katima's expression did not change in the slightest. She merely stared coldly at the old man before her.
"As long as I kill you, I can avenge my clan. As long as I defeat you, this country can regain its peace!"
"Revenge?"
Hearing Katima's words, the old general snorted.
"You really have the nerve to say that. Wasn't it your Antias royal family that first cut off the bloodline of our clan?!"
"..."
"Even if you defeat me and take the throne of this country, so what? Aren't you doing exactly the same thing I did? You are merely repeating the past."
"I understand that very well."
At the old general's accusation, a trace of melancholy surfaced in Katima's eyes. But she soon raised her head again and looked at the old man before her.
"Indeed, perhaps what I am doing now is not so different from what you did. But... I have already made my decision. Even if I use the same methods as you, that does not mean the result will be the same! I chose this path! Therefore, no matter what the outcome may be, I will bear it all myself!"
"Well said."
The old man laughed heartily and raised his greatsword.
"Then there is nothing more to say. The only thing that can decide our fate is the divine sword in our