The other party’s Mage moved slightly forward and tightened his grip on his staff. He looked as if he wanted to take the last hit to get experience.
However, a beautiful shadow fluttered down beside the Mage. It was the pretty and beautiful Swordswoman, Matcha. With her hand resting on her sword hilt, she said: “Don’t move, otherwise I won’t be so courteous to you…”
Her sword peeked out from its hilt by 10 centimeters, showing off her readiness to strike. Golden Hexagons peeked out: It was the prelude to a [Combo]!
Stunned, the Mage gritted his teeth and stood there quietly.