Marilyn was surprised—no, she was astounded. If it wasn’t for the stone statue, Windur would have split her into two instantly. Furthermore, she was shocked that Zich had expected her betrayal, but what surprised her the most was the word Zich had spat out: Witch. It was the title that other people were supposed to call her in the far future when she became Zich’s subordinate. It wasn’t a word that was supposed to appear now, especially from Zich’s mouth.

“Hmph!” Zich gripped his sword harder and pushed the stone sword away. Marilyn quickly gathered her senses, backed away, and gathered the shadows in front of her.

Baam!

“Kyaaah!” As the mana coming out of Windur flew across her, Marilyn screamed and covered her face with her arms. Fortunately, the shadows acted as an effective shield for her, and she didn’t receive any damage; only the rough winds created by the sword’s swing struck her face. But he kept going, and Marilyn backed away even when she couldn’t see everything in front of her clearly. Statues and shadows replaced her previous location.

Bam! Bam! Baaaaam!

She heard more collisions. Zich was crushing everything in his path.

Cruuuunch!

Ice pillars shot...