The ground suddenly split open, and the Mimic collapsed in an instant. A figure crashed straight into the earth, plowing out a terrifying trench.
Gamma spat out blood mixed with bits of flesh and climbed to her feet with an exceedingly grim expression.
She had not underestimated her opponent. In fact, she had never intended to hold back from the very beginning. The gaze of that arrogant woman inexplicably infuriated Gamma.
Even so, despite giving it everything she had, she had actually...
Been defeated by a single blow.
"It's practically... like we're from different dimensions..." Gamma's vision was already growing blurry.
Through her blurred vision, the arrogant woman's figure had already approached. The unopened War Banner pointed straight at her. "Miss Gamma, is this all you're capable of?"
What did she mean, "this is all she's capable of"...? She was the Chief Mage of Early Spring, for goodness' sake!
Gamma took a deep breath, spat out another mouthful of blood, and sneered. "It seems you're quite fond of mocking me... Although I don't know why, I can imagine that I must have done something to offend you."
Maid Miss said calmly, "Actually, I don't dislike you."
"Your standards for 'not disliking someone' are pretty high." Gamma struggled to stand... One hand covered her ribs. At least three of them were broken.
Maid Miss continued as if she had not heard her. "I don't dislike you because, in you, there is a possibility infinitely close to zero... Whether it's you or someone else, as long as they can make my master feel a little more attached to this world, that's always a good thing."
Miss Gamma could not help frowning. She suddenly could not understand a word... Was this terrifyingly powerful woman's brain defective?
"So, even if it's only a possibility