"Girl... where are you... why are you hiding! You damn wretched bitch!" At first, the voice was silent, very delicate, almost touching on the voice of an angel; it was soft and delicate, like that of a beautiful princess. However, the more she spoke, the more her voice began to distort. "Using me as a toy…" her voice held sadness... "Let me touch you a little, I only want a few moments… let me… just… A FEW MOMENTS!" Her voice was full of desperation and resentment...
On the other hand, Beatrice found herself in complete silence, regulating her breathing to make as little noise as possible. Her eyes were wide open, and she kept her mana circulation to a minimum. "It's harder than I thought…" Beatrice thought to herself. Never in her wildest dreams… she shook her head slowly. She hadn't expected that they'd make her fight a large demon—a tank, in other words. After all, these types of enemies were an assassin's worst nightmare, but against all her expectations...