Rosalyn was absorbing mana from an endless number of magic stones.
All of the mages were thinking that she would soon be swallowed by the red mana and die. They could see her entire body shaking. Her eyes had been dyed red as well.

Becrock shouted the word that mages used for such a situation.

�Mana explosion!�

Was she trying to defeat him even if it forced her to go into mana explosion?

Why?

Why would someone who lived an easy life as a princess do such a thing? Why was she going so far?

He could not understand at all.

He could see Rosalyn opening her mouth at that moment.
The owner of the red hand that had turned the ripped wing into dust looked directly at him as she started to speak.

�I will win. No matter what.�

Becrock got chills after her say these words with a crazed expression on her face.

�This crazy person��!�

Self-destruct.

Rosalyn�s face made him think of that word.

�She looks like she�s saying �let�s both die!� She plans on killing both of us with her mana explosion!�

He could not die.

Becrock did not want to die. He lived too hard of a life to simply die here! He was already in pain after losing a hand and having one of his ankles poisoned. But to die?
Putting his life on the line?

His hand pointed to the grey Dragon.

�Block her! Rip her to shreds!�

A grey shield then appeared in his hand.

Rooooooooooar!

The large Dragon charged toward Rosalyn again.

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