Catherine was a shrewd person.
She could always calculate her gains and losses down to the last detail--
Her innate beauty had always earned her hefty profits.
So she cherished her face.
But she didn't think beauty was worth more than life.
Besides, Tang Qi and Gravel had insisted on staying by her side to honor the last wish of her bastard of a father.
She was already deeply grateful.
So she absolutely couldn't become a burden to them and let them get hurt because of her.
If ruining her looks could prevent trouble and resolve this ridiculous conflict, she had no reason to cling to her pretty face.
Unfortunately, she was a girl from a farming family.
She had plenty of decisiveness, but didn't understand this world well enough.
And she understood Spellcasters even less.
The "Skeleton" had indeed been surprised for a moment by her bravery.
But only for a moment.
He didn't regret losing a collectible.
In fact, he sounded somewhat impressed as he said:
"Admirable courage.
But the advent of [Restoration Gel] had long since solved the problem of having to rely on Sixth Ring [Healing Spell] to repair scars—though it was still expensive.
Since I was going to reattach severed limbs, how could I not bring a couple of extra bottles?"
Why did a Spellcaster inherently represent the sublime?
Because they could do almost anything.
"Gravel!"
The moment Tang Qi realized Catherine's actions hadn't dissuaded the "Skeleton," he snatched Snake Kiss and shouted.
Gravel, who had already closed in to charging distance and been waiting for the moment, rushed forward with his shield and slammed viciously into the "Skeleton's" shoulder.
"[Shield Charge]!"
This was the combat technique that had never failed him. Its force had once knocked a northern Giant off his feet, forcing him