The blades drawn from the backs of the Fear Reverse Crosses were pointed at Lamias's throat. There were six of them in total, each held by one of the six Battle Nuns.
Aside from innate individual differences, these six Battle Nuns had undergone the same training as she had... Lamias found it difficult to process this in an instant.
Betrayal?
"Lady Grant, was this really Lady Catarina's order?" Lamias frowned... She could not allow herself to be afraid. Fear would only create hesitation. She needed more information before she could determine her true situation.
Grant, who was a full two heads taller than Lamias, said coldly, "First, you give up resisting, and we arrest you. Second, you refuse to give up resisting, and we beat you until you are crippled, then arrest you."
Lamias had no choice but to meet Grant's gaze.
It had been more than ten years. She had trained under Grant for over a decade... Lamias knew the personality of this woman, whose body was stronger than a man's, better than anyone.
"Looks like this isn't a joke about reuniting after a long separation... Lady Grant." Lamias slowly exhaled, then said calmly, "But, Lady Grant, have you forgotten something... The God Slaying Armor is still on me. Do you really think these inferior Fear Reverse Crosses, developed using the God Slaying Armor as a sample, can capture me?"
As she spoke, she could clearly sense a trace of hesitation from the Battle Nuns surrounding her.
"Perfect. I was planning to see for myself how formidable one of the Black Order's greatest creations, the God Slaying Armor, is." Sister Grant drew her absurdly enormous greatsword and drove it straight into the ground. "Don't interfere. Just set up the containment barrier nearby... It has been three years, Lamias. Let