Khalif was certain of that. However, Yustia did not make a single movement.

Feeling an indescribable unease, Khalif raised his head. Yustia’s gaze, which had been directed towards Felix, was now fixed on him.

Khalif sensed an uncontrollable threat, but seizing that opportunity, he did not miss even the slightest gap. He swung his sword towards Yustia’s opposite leg, then swiftly leaped backward.

Maintaining a safe distance, Khalif observed Yustia’s reaction with sharp, narrowed eyes. In the meantime, from his sword, which had been aimed at the ground, unmistakably Yustia’s deep crimson blood dripped steadily.
The sensation of the sword digging into flesh remained vivid at Khalif’s fingertips. It was by no means a minor injury. It was undoubtedly a depth that could be fatal.

So, he should have sat down right away, but instead, Yustia, with a face filled with even more anger, was glaring at him.

“Hah, do I really have to cut off the ankles?”

Khalif muttered to himself with a heavy sigh. He had inflicted a deep wound, so it was surprising that she didn’t even blink.

Felix, who had approached Khalif’s head unnoticed, sighed heavily and spoke with a tone that did not suit the situation.

“It seems unnecessarily irritating.”

“That’s right. The wound must have been deep, but she doesn’t even flinch.”

“Are you sure you stabbed her properly?”

“Do you say that even after seeing blood on the blade from her?”

“It seems like you did attack, but isn’t the edge of your sword quite dull?”

Felix playfully threw a remark that could hurt Khalif’s pride. At another time, Khalif might have retorted, but at this moment, instead of feeling a blow to his pride, Felix’s words acted as a stimulus.

“True. I’ve been sitting elegantly in front of the table, chatting with my mouth, and my body seems a bit rusty in the meantime.”

“Well, is this an earnest response to saying that you might die at the hands of Yustia?”

“Of course not. It’s just that my body is gradually loosening up now. If you don’t want to die at the hands of that insignificant monster, you better come to your senses, huh?”

While glaring fiercely at Yustia, Khalif replied with a smirk. Then, he exchanged a brief glance with Felix.

The two men, having read each other’s intentions, simultaneously turned their gazes towards Yustia. Once again, Felix flew towards Yustia at a rapid pace.

The time that had been pinned to Khalif for a long time briefly turned towards Felix. Taking advantage of that gap, Khalif rushed forward with all his strength.

Closing the distance in the blink of an eye, he swung his sword without any hesitation, precisely targeting the spot where he had inflicted the previous wound.

With a slicing sound, the blade, which delved even deeper into the flesh, felt agile in his hands. Although not completely severed, the leg, with more than half slashed by the sword, wobbled as if it would break at any moment.

Now, he had rendered one leg powerless. Still, he took a moment to catch his breath and considered attacking the other leg.

However, before he could choose a breath, without a chance to evade, Khalif found his neck in Yustia’s grip.

“Kuh.”

Clearly, he had moved his body as if he were going to struggle, so he never imagined he would be caught by Yustia’s grasp.

As the strength gradually increased in the hand gripping his neck, his body floated into the air.
The suffocating pain swept over like a storm. Khalif, with a distorted expression, grabbed Yustia’s wrist, yet he did not release the grip on the hand holding the sword.

The strength that was gradually increasing seemed like it would cut off his breath at any moment, but he gritted his teeth and regained consciousness. Then, without attacking the other leg that he hadn’t targeted yet, he forcefully stabbed the sword into it.

Yustia’s gaze instantly shifted to the leg where the sword was embedded. Because of that, the grip around Khalif’s neck loosened slightly.

Not missing that moment, Khalif forcefully brought the sword down on the leg he had just stabbed. In an instant, two-thirds of Yustia’s thigh were cut off, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

“You, dare. Dare, to, me.”

Muttering to herself while looking at the severed leg, Yustia suddenly raised her head. And as their eyes met, Khalif felt an unprecedented fear creeping over him.

“You, dare, to, kill, me…”

Yustia’s voice was unnaturally interrupted, and simultaneously, her whole body grotesquely transformed to the point that it gave chills to Khalif. Her face melted away, joints in her limbs and even her waist and neck started to bend at unnatural angles.