"White Crow Strike!"
The great scissors in Bubu's hands moved swift as the wind, swooping at the princess's double-door-built guard, Quido, from a tricky angle like a ghostly white crow.
Facing Bubu's attack, Quido calmly used his little dagger to block it.
Though he appeared fairly composed, Quido was deeply astonished inside.
Compared to not long ago, Bubu's skill had improved at a terrifying pace.
It had somehow learned this strange and peculiar swordsmanship, and was using it with impressive form.
Its rate of improvement could be called genius-level.
In just over two months, it had reached a level comparable to a military swordsman with around two years of service.
Given enough practice, Bubu might truly become a Sword Saint of its generation.
A powerful Undead whose strength rivaled that of a Sword Saint sounded fairly normal.
But this Bubu was supposed to be a spellcaster!
Its magic was strong, and it had talent for swordsmanship too. Why? Had the God of Fate taken a liking to it and bestowed upon it a fate where it was amazing at everything?
That was far too unreasonable.
Then, while he could still beat it in swordsmanship, he would have to let it feel a little more of a senior's "warmth."
Quido's little dagger parried, knocking aside Severance, the great scissors. Then his trajectory shifted, and with a thrust, he seized the moment when Bubu could not dodge in time and lightly tapped its throat—or, more accurately, the point where its head connected to its body.
Bubu did not seem to have a neck, much less a throat. Strangely enough, having no neck seemed to be a shared trait among many cute-looking figures.
But when that trait was placed on a person, it became hard to associate with cuteness.
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