Their confrontation began with a brief silence. Eugene couldn’t hear any more grinding noises coming from Hemoria’s mouth. Instead, she glared at Eugene with narrowed eyes, then unclenched her fist and showed her hand to him.

Was she using sign language again?

Soon, Eugene smirked wryly. He had correctly guessed that Hemoria had held her hand up to convey some sign language. However, this time, Lovellian’s help wasn’t needed to translate what she was trying to tell him.

That was how explicit and easy to understand Hemoria’s current use of sign language was. Hemoria had just lifted up her index finger and then crooked it at him a few times. Eugene nodded in understanding as he stepped forward.

“It might be because an Inquisitor is still a priest, in the end, but it seems she’s quite merciful,” Eugene muttered to himself.

Thoughts such as desiring to check the skills of the new master of the Holy Sword, who had finally appeared after hundreds of years… were understandable. And as an Inquisitor, she must be confident in her battle skill.

But could Hemoria really be thinking that she could win this fight?

‘There’s no way that could be the case,’ Eugene thought dismissively.

If Hemoria really did have such a thought, then there must be something wrong with her head. From the looks of it, her pride and stubbornness seemed quite strong, but it appeared that she had probably talked herself into a fight because she didn’t like the look of Eugene and couldn’t accept that he was the master of the Holy Sword.

Of course, Eugene had no problems with accepting such a fight. Because he felt the exact same dislike that Hemoria, no, that both the Inquisitors did. From openly praising him as the master of the Holy Sword to trying to find fault where there wasn’t any to be found.

“Careful of your face,” Eugene said suddenly.

Then he moved without caring whether or not Hemoria had managed to process these words.

He took a large stride forward, but it wasn’t just a simple step. A burst of mana pushed Eugene’s body forward. This allowed Eugene to cover that considerable distance with just one step.

After that, he swung at his target just like he had warned.

Swish!

Hemoria’s short hair fluttered in the wind as she dodged, barely managing to avoid direct contact as Eugene’s foot passed right in front of Hemoria’s noise.

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