"Blegh—!"
Freud spat a mouthful of blood into the flower bed, took out a bottle of spray, shook it, and sprayed it over the gash at the front of her neck.
The fatal wound rapidly healed, and her previously ragged breathing soon became smooth again.
Her icy face was splattered with blood. A streak of spray from the corner of her eye happened to connect three small moles in a line, making her look even more ferocious than usual.
"The fourth-ranked one really is impressive. Your potential has never been properly assessed. When I get back, I can add an S to your file."
Freud looked at Fang Qing, who stood opposite her, completely unharmed—one might even say "spotless."
Leaning on her cane, Fang Qing looked at the mountain of broken parts and chunks of corpses piled up at Freud's feet and sighed.
"Why did we have to make such a mess? Couldn't you have taken a step back and given up on killing this middle schooler?"
"What's her potential rating? Is it really worth coming here to kill her personally?"
Fang Qing countered.
Freud shook her head. "I don't know. It should be either A or A+, I suppose?"
Fang Qing tapped her cane. "A-Class potential? Is that really necessary? Besides, you haven't even figured out what her potential actually is. Was it worth taking action personally?"
"Don't you still have other business to handle here later? You've expended so much strength fighting me. How are you planning to deal with reinforcements from 'Order'?"
"Indeed, it wasn't necessary." Freud pulled a pack of wet wipes from her pocket and wiped the blood from her face and hands. "But... the fact that your 'Freedom Alliance' is protecting her so fiercely proves that this little girl must have something unusual about