Part 253 # Ending

The tip of the dagger was bent. No one would have expected that a sharp dagger could change its shape like that.

"No-no!" the servant cried out. She was very confused. How could Arren's stomach, which should have been stained with blood, bend the dagger without any effort?

In a decisive moment, the dagger had undergone plastic deformation, like a metal dance changing its shape without being able to return to its original state.

"W-what's happening?" The servant wondered with trembling hands. Arren just smiled triumphantly. Her opponent had been thoroughly defeated without calculation.

"I anticipated this, Lesel," Arren said with a proud face.

Yes. Lesel. It turned out she was Esme's henchman who was so eager to take her life.

"H-how did you know?"

Arren immediately tore the tulle fabric covering her stomach. There was a shiny accessory there. A steel belt.

"W-what?"

At first, the rumble and vibration were indeed felt by Lesel. She didn't expect that the collision between the dagger and