King Jarfa’s Plan

An arrow that had been released from a bow could never be called back. Likewise, the flame of war Arias ignited could never be extinguished. Blue eyes glared at the enemies with anger. His body was surrounded by the aura of bloodlust. One sword that struck meant at least one life that perished. Thunder magic wreaked havoc everywhere as if wanting to quieten people’s breathing altogether.

Behind the young man were two beautiful women who fought as if they had no fear of death. Wood magic was like an indestructible iron fortress. Fire magic was like hellfire that burned down people’s souls. Despite them being women, the two’s eyes betrayed no trace of fear. One pair of eyes looked at Arias with absolute trust. The other one also glanced at him frequently but focused mainly on the surrounding enemies as if she was having fun fighting. Unbeknownst to even Farcia herself, the smell of blood in the wind had triggered the part of her instinct that was thirsty for battles.