Marilyn thought she was quite outstanding. She wasn’t being arrogant. Objectively, she was an extremely outstanding individual, and there was a reason why the organization chose her to be a spy under Zich. No matter how much their personalities matched, it would’ve been impossible for her to become a subordinate whom Zich trusted without skills. As a result, Marilyn had great confidence in herself. Even if she was weak in face-to-face battles as a curse caster, she thought she could beat most opponents in her age range. She supposed that her abilities would continue to progress in the future until there weren’t many who could rival her. Considering how she was one of Zich Moore’s key subordinates and top comrades among the Demon People, Marilyn’s evaluation of herself was valid. Yet, right now, she felt that this confidence in herself was completely useless.

An ear-splitting noise rang inside the tomb due to Zich swinging Windur as he had done many times in this battle. A sword slash filled with mana that felt like it could stop her heart in an instant passed by her. There was nothing that...