At the last battlefield prepared for the subordinates of the queens to fight, a tall girl with light brown hair and blue eyes, excitedly waited for the barrier to fade, who could be but Loren.
She who was left for the end, had her fighting spirit increased with each announcement of victory that had echoed through the sky so far.
'Finally, it's my turn', thought the light brown-haired girl.
In contrast, her opponent a bulky guy with dark brown hair, had a clearly angered expression, unlike the previous nethereals that felt indignation over the fact that their companions lost, thus staining the reputation of the special corps and even more accurately the glory of the Balax army, this guy seemed… gloomy?
'The enemy won so Meina must be dead… fucking bastards!!!', in inwardly swore in his heart.
