Watching Falan on the quiet, soundless grass
The others all nodded in unison, impressed by Falan's strength.
After all, you needed considerable strength to walk so quickly without making a sound.
"You're really strong. I'm already looking forward to savoring this battle."
"..." How terrifying. I'm probably about to be targeted again. "Enough talk. Come on."
Esdeath rushed up to him and threw a straight punch, just as she had when she was suppressing the Eagle-Faced Teigu User.
But Falan reacted quickly. In the past, even one moment of carelessness would have meant death.
During his years as an adventurer, Falan had long since developed reflexive reactions to danger.
Especially after watching Esdeath fight the Eagle-Faced Teigu User just now, he had already picked up on five or six tenths of her movements.
Don't underestimate knowing five or six tenths of someone's movements. In battles between strong opponents, the difference often came down to how much each side knew about the other.
Esdeath seemed to be suppressing her opponent the whole time, just as before, yet there was also an inexplicable feeling of pressure.
Eagle-Faced Teigu User: "How strange. General Budo, Minister Honest, did you two feel it?"
Mikael: "Although Isaac has been dodging the whole time, something feels odd. He's confident."
Budo: "Yes. Isaac has been evading her the whole time, but that's precisely what shows his strength is no less than Esdeath's."
Honest: "Didn't he just call Esdeath a monster? But when it comes to being a monster, he's one too."
As the two fought through more and more exchanges, Falan remained calm, while Esdeath began to grow impatient.
It was the difference in experience. Falan was a renowned adventurer who had explored the Dungeon for decades, while Esdeath was from a branch of the Northern Barbarians, a