"Alas, you can't beat me, Miss Marta. I possess powerful combat techniques, while you actually have nothing at all. It seems the battle skill you used just now was something you 'invented' yourself, wasn't it? Perhaps such a flawed battle skill was enough to help you deal with a foolish lesser lord, but you could never achieve victory in a battle against me..."
Feeling the torrent of energy exploding continuously around him without ever showing the slightest sign of breaking through the Legendary Armor, Ganatica watched the girl's furious gaze, resolute and blazing like fire. His expression grew ever more conflicted and bitter as he prepared to attack in earnest without holding back, while voicing the sorrow and anguish in his heart.
Yes, despite holding an overwhelming advantage through the absolute superiority of his combat methods, the youthful avenger felt no joy at how easy this battle was. On the contrary, Justice Maiden's futile attacks, launched again and again without any willingness to give up, only made him increasingly irritated, pained, and even grief-stricken.
Because the more he watched Ibefil, who persisted in justice and charged at her enemy time after time, refusing to give up or flee even though every attack was futile, the more Ganatica's wavering heart thought of himself—his original self.
Long, long ago, hadn't that youth who aspired to sweep away evil and save innocent poor people from misery, who would not hesitate to climb mountains of blades or plunge into seas of fire even at the cost of his life, been just as steadfast and persistent as this girl was now, never giving up? Yet while the girl before him, so utterly identical to his former self, still clung to that rather absurd, even laughable dream of kindness and struggled for it, where had that