Thinking of this, she immediately withdrew her gaze from Lancelot, lifted her head, and glanced across.
One look nearly scared Flillian to death.
Because she saw a huge, ferocious face, like a grinding disc, flying towards her.
Khorne Demon?!
Flillian was so frightened she nearly fell from mid-air. Although she had the bad habit of getting distracted on the battlefield, how could a Great Demon sneak up to her without her noticing?
Just when Flillian felt her little life was in jeopardy, a gust of fierce wind reached her face before the Great Demon, instantly blowing her shiny, beautiful hair into a complete mess.
"Damn!"
Upon seeing the terrifying tornado, Flillian finally realized why she had not sensed the Great Demon's murderous aura: the creature was not coming at her of its own accord. The realization allowed her to sigh in relief and swear simultaneously.
"Eh, you're that... what's it... Fulena?"
