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On the Battlefield

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

On the city wall of St Servant.

Saintess Ace stole a glance at Monn. She felt that Monn was different today.

She observed Monn with her hazel eyes.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She saw a magnificent silver one-handed sword hanging on Monn's waist.

Ace looked at Monn and asked curiously, "Monn, when did you get a sword?"

She asked Monn with doubt.

Monn continued to look at the werewolf army in the distance. He said casually, "A friend of mine gave it to me last night."

Ace seemed to notice something fishy. Her hair stood on end.

"Friend?"

Ace shouted, shocking the human soldiers who were in a state of tension.

They all thought that something had happened and could not help but shout, "What's wrong! What's Wrong!"

The entire city instantly became lively.

As the main culprit, Ace could not help but lower her head guiltily, feeling embarrassed.

Monn looked at Ace strangely.