The Death of Carody

Rhode was quick in his movements. Ever since he detected Carody trailing him, he had been waiting for him to take the bait. Now that he finally attained this chance, how could he let it go?

The ice-cold Crimson Blade arrived at Carody's throat, and just a tiny inch more would be enough to make him bleed.

However, Carody dodged and Rhode wasn't surprised by his nimble reflexes. In fact, he was prepared.

"Celia! Celestina!"

A glaring radiance of white and black erupted along with his summons. The Battle Angel flapped her graceful wings and descended from above with a silver, white sword in hand that was erupting with holy radiance. The darkness in the room instantly shrunk like the tide and exposed Carody entirely, and he desperately lifted his head and revealed a terrified expression.

Battle Angel?!