"This, these wretched...! Wretched humans!"

Minelle, pinned down on Dylan's bed, wiped the sweat off her mouth with her forearm.

Her breathing was rough, and her skin, slick with sweat, showed through her disheveled clothes.

Ranken rolled over and nudged the collapsed Viretta with his foot.

"How do you lose in a 2v1?"

"Well, with Dylan and me, it's quite natural," Viretta replied.

"What are you boasting about?"

With a smug expression, Viretta grabbed Ranken and Iola’s hands and stood up, brushing off her skirt.

After being knocked down so pathetically in a 2v1 fight against a woman, it was puzzling what there was to be proud of.

Ironically, not only Viretta, but even Dylan, who was underneath Minelle, was wearing a look of accomplishment.@@novelbin@@

"See? I beat Viretta and me," Dylan grinned.

"Yeah, I already knew Dylan wasn’t strong," Iola said.

"Come on. You’re not seeing things clearly. If it were just Viretta alone, maybe. But no ordinary woman can overpower the two of us. She’s a man," Ranken continued confidently.

The eyes of Ranken, Iola, and Viretta all shifted toward Sepia.

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