Brendel observed the place where Veronica was pointing to.
[Rather than say that it’s a path, it’s a series of boulders jutting out from the cliffs where we can jump onto. I can’t imagine if these are formed like the by some twisted accident of nature or an epic work created by human hands. Even without the violent winds, creating such a path down to the gorge is a miracle. In any case, it’s time for plan B, since Andesha is near enough.]
“Lady Veronica, give me the Lionheart! I’ll head down while you bring Scarlett and Faena to the other direction and escape!” Brendel spoke aloud.
Veronica and Andesha’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The former saw that the youth was pointing at her sword, and she stared at him with disbelief when she understood what he was trying to do.
Anyone could see that it was a lie.
The female sword saint was hesitant, but she eventually tossed her sword over to Brendel, who caught it with an outstretched hand.
“My lord!” Scarlett spoke in confusion, taking a few steps towards the youth.
“Stop right there!” Veronica caught Scarlett’s arm.
“Let go of me!”
Veronica raised an eyebrow when the red-haired girl bared her teeth and glared back like a wolf pup, looking like she was going to bite her hand. The former merely laughed out loud despite the tension.
“My, my, just how fond are you of your lord?”
Scarlett stuttered with a denial and even forgot to resist, but she got pushed away by Veronica.
Andesha suddenly attempted to use her whip to grab Scarlett. He would most likely not leave his companion behind if she was caught.
The youth immediately saw what Andesha was up to.
Unfortunately, the dunce Faena was straying around the area and was much nearer to him compared to Veronica. If he failed to protect her, the same situation where Veronica threatened him with his companion would happen yet again.
He immediately rushed over and grabbed the girl like a sack of potatoes and leaped into the air, jumping straight onto the cliff’s protruding rocks, making his way down quickly.
Mocking laughter and insults echoed from the cliffs.
Catch me if you can, plant woman.
I thought you wanted the Lionheart?
Just how old are you anyway? Three hundred? Five hundred? Hahaha~~~
Andesha stared at Veronica for a moment. That sword was definitely not Lionheart.
But she was finding it impossible to read Brendel. What if Veronica somehow switched her blade to the real Lionheart sword and threw it to the youth?
In addition, she also used the highest quality Blood of Gods on him.
But most importantly, there was no way she could let this humiliation pass.
The Mistress of Withering Decay jumped onto the boulders, disappearing into the white fog.
Faena was so frightened that her teeth were chattering.
“W-w-w-why did you take me with you—”
Her voice was almost pushed back by the wind forcing
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