The Coffee Mug
— February of Year 513 - Front Line of the War between the Broteforge Empire and Melki Empire. —
'Huh... huh... I can't rest, I have to keep going.'
A woman with glorious red hair and a pair of majestic horns was kneeling in the middle of the battlefield.
She was holding a sword with gold and crimson details nailed to the ground, and she was breathing breathlessly. Beside her feet were hundreds of monster bodies of the most varied species within a radius of at least two hundred meters, but in front of her yet another horde of monsters walking towards her.
Her body was already extremely fatigued, her joints ached as if she had gone back to training as she had during her entire adolescence, and her mind was a little dizzy because it had been many hours since she had been fighting.