Shooting a Hundred Heads

"Misunderstanding? Did I say anything wrong?" Aya looked at her coldly. "You really are empty..."

"Empty? There's no one capable of defeating me. That really is quite empty..."

"That's not what I mean." Aya cut her off. "I mean your essence as a person. You're hollow. You're boring."

Truly boring—so boring that she wanted to look away. It was less interesting than taking a bath and having a spa day with Opeiran and Angelina.

Aya opened her inventory and put away the azure longbow.

"So you can use this kind of spatial magic too." The girl swept a hand through the air, and a gemstone appeared in her palm.

"Don't be so quick to put your bow away. I can pay you, as long as you let me experience your power—shoot me once."

"No need." Aya said, "I'll grant your wish."

"Oh?" The girl's expression brightened. "If so, that would be wonderful."

"Actually, I lied just now too," Aya said.

"You lied?"

"When I said I might kill you, that was a lie." Aya said, "I won't kill you, because I'll definitely show mercy."

She deliberately emphasized the words "show mercy."

"Hehe." The girl merely chuckled and said nothing more.

Since the other party had agreed to her request, there was no need for her to nitpick any further.

The formal duel could wait until they reached the Holy City.

"So, as long as I shoot you with one arrow, you'll be satisfied, right?"

"That's right. One shot will be enough." The girl held her cross war scythe horizontally. "I'll block it. Let me see your power."

"By the way, you can call me Certain Death." Certain Death narrowed her mismatched eyes and gave an alluring smile.

Shoot Down a Hundred Heads

"Certain Death... that sounds more like a title