Mephisto was forced to sing and dance.
He had come with murder in his heart, eager to cut Ceobe open and examine the color of her organs. Instead, he was taught a brutal lesson by the Hellhound's countless talents. Little Ceobe swept through his flock like a giant wolf through sheep, as effortlessly as a butter knife slicing through cheese.
Corpses and black weapons lay scattered across the ground.
"You're a Guard?"
"Rhodes Island assigned Little Ceobe to be a Caster."
Ceobe could not understand it either. She clearly only knew some rudimentary Originium Arts, firing little balls of light that went bang bang bang. She could not understand things like precise control or guided strikes at all, yet Ceobe could only work in the Caster Department.
Amiya said she did not want an idiot going onto the battlefield, because that would seem very inhumane, and Rhodes Island was a large corporation with humanitarian values.
Though she did not understand it, she would take it as a certain degree of concern for now.
That was what Little Ceobe thought.
"No, no, you're changing the subject!"
In an instant, Ceobe drew extremely close without warning. The breath of a giant beast struck Mephisto's face, scorching and faintly painful. Only then did he understand where Little Ceobe's mountain-like strength came from.
"I'm warning you, although I tied with Auntie Saria this morning, things are different now."
Ceobe said with utmost seriousness:
"Now, Little Ceobe's strength has increased. Auntie Saria definitely can't beat Little Ceobe, because Little Ceobe... ate her fill today!"
She had eaten an entire vegetable garden belonging to Bagpipe.
Sugar and dietary fiber had transformed into endless, surging power, fueling this giant beast's killing machine. Every inch of Ceobe's muscles roared. Forget Saria—even if every Rhodes Island Operator mobilized, they