The monsters kept coming—wave after wave. But neither Liana nor Gloria slowed down.
Each movement was practiced and perfect.
But inside, behind Liana's calm face, her heart was racing.
She let loose another arrow, hitting three targets lined up perfectly in a row.
Her lips tightened.
Two… was already enough.
She and Gloria.
That should be all he ever needed.
So why…
Liana's brows knit slightly as she fired again—this time with more force than necessary. The arrow pierced into a beast's chest, exploded in mana, and turned it into dust.
They had already faced Mimi and Delya.
The beastkin princess and the demon king's younger sister.
Yes, they were pretty.
But not on the same level.
Not like her.
Not like Gloria.
Mimi was still too young—cute and cheeky, but not truly a woman yet.
Delya had grace, yes—but lacked the strength and conviction.
They weren't real threats. Not really.
But now, there was a new name...
Felicia.
Silver hair. Golden eyes.
