Lilia's absolute defense.
This was no exaggeration. Her Swan Lake and arms moved in a frenzy, faster than arrows, leaving behind only flickering shadows. The leaping greatsword even stirred the air, and roaring winds echoed through the ship as though invisible rivers were rushing past.
"She can cut bullets. At that speed, she can definitely cut bullets, right?"
Someone stared at Lilia in astonishment, then at the arrow fragments scattered across the floor. No matter how many arrows came at her, each was perfectly split in two, cleaved lengthwise down the middle.
Someone who could cut bullets with a blade was terrifying, but not terrifying to that extent.
But Lilia's speed limit was completely invisible. It seemed that no matter how many people fired at once, the result would be the same.
What if... the attack had been Justice's treasured revolver, with a firing rate nearing ten thousand rounds?
They did not dare imagine it.
Just as people could not imagine someone capable of cutting stars apart, the revolver's bullets spewed half-meter-long flames, its barrage like a swarm of meteors flying against the current, capable of leveling a mountain in an instant.
If such a barrage were split in two before a single person and a single blade, it would be utterly jaw-dropping.
Of course, the visual effect would be unparalleled too.
Under the current circumstances, it was clearly impossible to perform that stunt before the Laterano people. His Holiness the Pope was acting like an absolute sycophant, and from the looks of it, there was no possibility of them becoming enemies.
She could only satisfy herself by cutting apart incoming arrows.
Lilia did not press her advantage. She simply stood where she was, snoring softly. She looked less like she was fighting and more like she was enjoying a