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Aisi Bonaparte South Los, who claimed to stand 145 centimeters tall, was unhappy.
Her dangling feet had stopped swinging.
Her little face was drawn tight.
And her fists?
Naturally, they were clenched.
Arthur had not only refused to tell her what he planned next, but had also cut off her Communication Stone call. The latter, in particular, made the Countess breathe harder.
"Aixi, calm down."
Mrs. Susan walked over.
She held a bowl of soup that Granny Kulin had spent all night simmering.
"Mm.
Give me a moment!"
With those words, the Countess of South Los went into the room next to the study-a small training hall. Aside from the necessary equipment, the entire room was empty.
A two-meter-tall punching bag stood out conspicuously inside.
The Countess of South Los took out paper, a pen, and ink, then lay on the floor to write.
Dipping her pen in ink, she wrote down Arthur Credos's name, jumped up, and stuck the sheet to the top of the punching bag.
Then she jumped again and punched the bag-
Bam!
The punching bag went flying.
Before it could hit the ground, the Countess of South Los flashed above it, raised her right foot high, and brought it crashing down.
Bam!
Another muffled impact rang out.
The punching bag was driven into the floor.
The training hall's floor and walls were specially made to withstand cannon fire.
But at that moment, even that was useless.
Not only had the punching bag been driven into the floor, but cracks were spreading in every direction.
And as time passed, they continued to widen.
Because-
The Countess of South Los had landed beside the bag, which was sewn from the hide of a legendary fierce beast, and was stomping on it over and over.
As she