32.1 Disaster

LISE

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Everything was going to hell and back right now.

Lise hadn't meant to shun Rouge's correspondence earlier, having been too busy with her own part of defending herself when he called for her. Each agonizing second of not responding to him only increased the anxiety in her heart as his tone became more and more tired and defeated with each message.

It only made things worse when the Primzahl she was trying to fight off taunted her with his know-it-all attitude and annoying calculations.

"That's what you get!" she shouted at her opponent as she stabbed her Entshcluss straight through the fvcker's abdomen, the blood and guts oozing out of the prick giving her a sense of sick satisfaction as she drove her sword even further in. "Leave us alone!"

"A-as expected. You think... I didn't plan for this?" the white-haired Primzahl smirked despite the sword sticking out of his stomach. "You're right where I want you."

"What?!"