Damn...
This guy was planning to strip the Path power from himself by sucking it out?
Russell's expression showed a hint of surprise.
That was kind of fascinating.
It was his first time seeing someone draw Path power in such a way.
Thinking that, he began to mobilize his Path power, gathering it at his fingertips. As the motion was completed, the Winged Race girl's gaze became even more hazy and alluring.
"Are you sharing your power with me? May I take this as courtship? Do you want me to become your slave, vanguard, blade, Death Warrior, or even your wife?"
She murmured. Shiro could not help but look up, then had to feel a little astonished.
—The woman smiled, her smile so bewitchingly soft it was almost unbelievable. Her sleeveless top and flowing ribbons clung tightly to her slender, graceful figure. Her cascading hair reflected light like a prism, making it seem like a rainbow.
An almost dreamlike atmosphere filled the air.
It was hard to imagine such cringe-worthy words coming from the mouth of a beauty like her.
But, thinking about it carefully...
Perhaps it was precisely because she was such a beauty that she could say such things so naturally without worrying about being disliked.
However—
Not everyone fell for that.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Move aside!!!"
March 7th rushed over fiercely. Her eyes now carried something of a lioness's ferocity as she swung an icy, blade-like longsword that had appeared in her hand. She looked nothing like March 7th!!
But could such an attack really work?
In that split second, dazzling magical light suddenly blossomed behind the Winged Race girl, brilliant and radiant. Her wings miraculously regenerated. With a light flap of those fantastical wings, poor March 7th was once again violently sent flying