Alice Kuonji bit down on her lower lip, her slender, pale hands slowly clenching.
Although the Bridge Giant had been killed in an instant, she could summon it again as long as the ploy at its core remained. But the outcome of this war was already decided.
The Goddess of Venus, who seemed quite familiar with Roland, was enough to turn the tide, not to mention that Roland had yet to act at all.
The witch quietly sighed inwardly.
She had not exhausted her options yet, whether it was the robin that could die in her place or her other Familiars. But against an opponent from the Divine Era, she could see no chance of victory, however she thought about it.
Alice Kuonji was a rational, intelligent mage who could always make the most correct decision. Her Workshop had been breached, and her trump card had been countered. Although she wanted to curse him, this was clearly not the time.
Finding a solution was the right course. Whether he was a mage or not, the fact that Roland got along with Touko already revealed a great deal.
Mages were cold, ruthless egoists who could commit all manner of deranged acts that utterly defied ordinary people's values in pursuit of the truth.
Alice Kuonji was certain that he had gone to such lengths for some deeper goal.
Although Roland had said something about looking forward to what her witch bloodline would produce when he greeted her, Alice Kuonji did not believe that was his true purpose. To her, those words seemed more like a provocation.
After all, the witches' curse should have been no secret to him.
Roland paused at the witch's question.
What he wanted most from Alice Kuonji was, of course, Alice herself.
From her soul to her body,