Proud

"This," she said in surprise, but hope had also appeared in her eyes as she looked at things with trepidation that she unconsciously gripped my hands tightly.

The thing had begun glowing again, which meant the people would come in a second; whether this will be the last batch of people or others has yet to be known, but what it is will change everything.

If it is the last batch, then the final battle will begin immediately, and if they are not the final badge, there will be a bloody battle where both humans and Grimms will die.

I wish I could be there, but I cannot; I am weak. If I entered the battlefield, even the weakest Grand Lord would be able to kill me without significant effort.

Finally, the second passed, and the first to appear was a Grimm, and immediately, I knew it was Grand Lord; the second person was also a Grimm and Grand Lord, and the third was also a Grimm and Grand Lord.