Elizabeth opened my hand lightly and hard, showing a slight smirk.


    "You''re really not nervous at all?"


    "I said that this is just a simple exercise of digestion."


    I shrugged and walked towards the wide field.


    This is a square flat ground that is larger than a basketball court. On the opposite side, Anit, who stood tall and straight, summoned a giant scythe with great visual impact, waved it diagonally, causing a strong wind to sweep away the dust around it.


    "You came so late. Do you want to use this little trick to consume my energy?"


    "ha!"


    I smiled speechlessly, put my hands in my trouser pockets, and shook my head slightly.


    "You''re over-thinking, Arnit Mark Mirland, I''m just plagued by mundane things..."


    I raised my eyebrows, and I pretended to think and make a decision in an instant, stretched out my right hand and spread my five fingers.


    "But it is true that I was five minutes late - so, I decided to let you dodge five moves, not attack or defend, how about it?"


    "Hehe! Who wants you to give in!"


    Anit kicked his beautiful eyes, bit his silver teeth, and raised the sickle in his hand and pointed at me from a distance.


    "Lisabeth said, "What is your "Messiah", then I won''t be able to tie it even if I try hard, right?"


    "What''s this? How can a man say ''no''!"


    I couldn''t help laughing, stretched my right arm sideways, bent my five fingers slightly, and looked up at Anit, posing for an invitation to fight.


    "You can do your best, otherwise how can I convince you?"


    "Hmph, see when your big words can be said..."


    Anit leaned forward and his steps were staggered. He was about to exert force but he retracted his fighting posture.


    "Wait, I was almost surrounded by you - what is the purpose of this duel? There is always...well, bets, right?"


    "Hey? What do you want?"


    I felt like I was sleepy and touched the pillow. As expected, the supporting characters all had insufficient vision and caused their judgment to be abnormal, as if they were crying and shouting to give the protagonist equipment and experience to the harem...


    "It''s very simple. If I win, you have to let me beat you up!"


    "Oh, what if I win?"


    "What do you want?"


    Go, Anit is not a silly girl, don’t get into a trap—if you say, “I’ll let you deal with it like in popular online fantasy novels!”


    That''s amazing!


    "What do I want? I just need you to fulfill your promise or agreement."


    "Promise or agreement?"


    "Didn''t you say it yourself-because Elizabeth, I became my Pandora."