My Destiny To Be Loved By The Villains[part 2 ]

Chapter 121: Seal (1)

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Being suddenly caught up in a battle was not a common occurrence for Eleanor.

In the first place, it was the first time her room exploded out of nowhere while she was just in her pajamas and also the first time she was suddenly attacked by a person wielding a sword in such a situation.

To think that it was an indiscriminate assassination attempt without any signs or reasons. As the Lady of the Tristan Duchy, she had faced many tough situations, but this was the first time she encountered such a sudden battle.

Of course, even considering that, the 'disadvantage' she was currently experiencing was definitely far from the norm.

After becoming an adult...

Had there ever been a time when she was pushed back in combat to this extent?

"...You said there was someone you wanted to introduce to me, Chief Priest Tatiana."

Eleanor breathed heavily, glaring at the people in front of her.

"They definitely are not ordinary people. They indeed have the capability to so confidently confront me."

Two people were standing far back with their arms crossed.

One was Tatiana and the other was a frivolous-looking man, bedecked with ornaments all over his body.

And, standing right in front...

Was a 'masked' woman who spoke in a nonchalant tone.

She was the person who had appeared out of nowhere and attacked Eleanor with a sword after the massive explosion.

"How about you end it here and give up? You know you can't win, right?"

Eleanor frowned deeply at the relaxed voice that flowed out.

The tone was half-mocking her, just listening to it made her feel irritated.

"...Well, I don't know. I'm not the type to run from a fight that was picked on me first."

The masked woman let out a light chuckle.

"You really haven't changed. As stubborn as always. I have seen you so many times, yet you've never shown a different response. Not even once."

"...I have never met a suspicious person like you, though."

She was telling the truth.

There was no way that Eleanor wouldn't remember such an unpleasant person as this masked woman, even if she only ever met her once.

"No."

However...

The masked woman retorted in a low voice.

"We have met many times. An excruciatingly tiresome number of times."

"..."

She couldn't understand what in the world she was saying at all.

Eleanor sighed and got up. Rather than paying attention to such an incomprehensible talk, she thought it better to focus on trying to escape.

Her eyes narrowed, fixing onto her opponent.

"..."

The face of Eleanor, watching the masked woman casually swing her sword around, hardened.

At a glance, it was obvious that there was a vast difference between their capabilities.

Forget being trained to her own level of extreme refinement; The masked woman barely possessed a body that had reached an average level.

Originally, such a person should have fallen helplessly under her barrage of attacks.