“Urgh!”

‘She doesn’t seem to have much resistance against pain.’ 

Zich hadn’t expected her to be like him who could continue fighting half-dead, but she seemed a little too inexperienced with pain. It didn’t match up to her fighting prowess.

Even now, she was sweating like a waterfall from the wound Zich just inflicted on her, to the extent that it was hard for her to move. 

‘Should I try to force information out of her?’

To be frank, Zich was much more curious about the silver-haired woman than Ms. Bargot, who was already dead. On the other hand, Zich’s situation was too dangerous for him to force information out of his opponent like usual. 

‘If only I had my sword.’

It had been an unavoidable sacrifice; moreover, he was able to severely injure her by destroying his sword. On the other hand, Zich’s battle power was also clearly compromised. But he was not going to lose. 

“Sir Zich!” 

Zich suddenly sensed a group of people coming towards him, and a person called out to Zich. 

‘It’s Sir Brod.’

Brod had left Joachim in a safe place and was bringing a group of knights to him. Hans was with them.

“Are you alright!” Seeing Zich’s injury, Brod shouted out to him with concern. 

Zich waved his hands to show that he was alright. Brod and his soldiers were relieved that Zich’s injury was...