Her age should have been about the same as hers...
Her height was close to hers as well...
Her looks were no worse than hers...
But her strength and bust seemed overwhelmingly superior. As she looked at her, there was no longer any contempt or mockery in her eyes—only pity.
Was she pitying her weakness and poverty?
It seemed so...
After all, the softness on her chest would not lie.
Neither would the outcome of her defeat.
It was as though something had shattered.
All color had vanished from Silver Wolf's eyes, turning them into a hollow, deathly gray.
This was probably what it meant for one's heart to turn to ashes.
The suffocating gloom made Russell's face unconsciously reveal a trace of undisguised sympathy and pity.
Silver Wolf looked a little too much like Bronya.
Seeing the light leave her eyes gave him the illusion that Bronya had met with some misfortune.
That feeling hurt far too much.
Overcome by that awkward emotion, Russell turned around and admired Kafka's face and figure instead.
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Big sisters really were pretty.jpg.
Come to think of it...
Had he not seen a certain Stellaron?
Where had he—or she—gone?
Had they gone to cosplay as a trash can and engage in a contest of strength against the King of Trash Cans to determine who the true king was?
Or had that guy finally decided to return to Australia and become a raccoon?
Completely refusing to look at Silver Wolf's pitiful state, Russell's thoughts leaped farther than ever as he began imagining what had happened to the Stellaron Hunter he had failed to see.
However, this state clearly did not last long.
"Elio, this newcomer looks like she has a great deal of combat experience?"
The Demon Hunter, who