Stolen Crown Princess (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 129

Caliph’s gaze toward Eustia was fierce. His rapidly crossing legs were incomparably faster than just moments before.

He had wondered what kind of extraordinary ability Ibelia possessed that could impress even Felix—but after experiencing it firsthand, he thought he finally understood why Felix had been so obsessed with her.

If he could keep receiving Ibelia’s aid like this, he felt he could fight endlessly until Eustia was subdued.

Closing the distance in a single breath, Caliph leapt abruptly into the air and poured strength into his firmly gripped blade.

The sword, suddenly emitting a brilliant light, descended toward Eustia’s head. As it plummeted at great speed, their eyes met.

Not the slightest tremor could be found in her eyes, now transformed like a monster’s. She looked at Caliph’s full-power strike with utter disdain.

He swung his sword boldly, clearly aiming for Eustia’s vital point. Just as the blade was about to touch her neck, a violet aura burst from her body and effortlessly deflected his sword.

With an immense force surging through his fingertips, Caliph’s body was helplessly thrown backward. Simultaneously, sharp, thorn-like violet energy, honed to a razor edge, shot toward him at terrifying speed.

Thanks to instantly twisting his body, Eustia’s attack missed him. Though he’d dodged it through split-second reflexes, it was another stark reminder of the terrifying power of the malevolent force that had consumed Eustia.

It was beyond description—truly overwhelming. Only now did he fully grasp why Felix had been so deeply worried.

But he couldn’t retreat like this. Now that things had come to this, he had to destroy the monster before him, no matter what.

Caliph steeled his resolve once more and charged toward Eustia with fierce momentum. Though the violet aura erupting each time kept him from even brushing a single hair on her, he refused to stop attacking.

When even his all-out, decisive strike bounced off without leaving so much as a scratch, Caliph bent slightly at the waist and caught his breath.

“You told me to just hold my ground and protect you properly—and you’re already worn out?”

Felix, who had been vigilantly watching Caliph’s every move while radiating protective energy, asked in a teasing tone.

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