Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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Death barely passed through her ears, but there was no time to reflect on that.

To survive the threat in front of her, Deborah instinctively cast divine magic without ceasing.

Her opponents, unlike her, were assassins skilled in reading signals. The desperation that if she stopped attacking, a weapon could pierce through her and pierce her brain, pushed her to the limit.

Meanwhile, the scholars who ventured into the wasteland with Princess Deborah opened their eyes to her incredible abilities.

Albert, who was watching the constant burst of light, also felt an unsettling fear.

"You've been hiding that kind of power well all this time."

An overwhelming power that instantly annihilated half of the well-trained elite troops.

It was said that when darkness falls over this land, a savior appears.

"It's more like a war goddess than a Saint..."

As befitting her reputation as a savior, she created endless halos of divine light, and Albert, whose eyes were distorted by the dazzling light, brought his thumb to his lips and bit it hard.

"I must kill that woman here today, no matter what."

Black blood dripped like ink.

He pulled out a red spider with a skull pattern from his long sleeve, wrote something on a small piece of paper, and began murmuring a long spell.

The left side of Albert's face gradually turned black, then cracked like dry earth.

His left arm and shoulder, which had broken like a sandcastle without strength, finally turned into a swarm of spiders and dispersed rapidly.

The swarm of spiders quickly sneaked into the cracks of the building and between the stone floors.

And the spider, which had the most deadly poison among monsters, slowly approached the princess.

He couldn't give Deborah Seymour the opportunity to heal.

The spider precisely aimed at her nape so that the poison could paralyze her brain in an instant.

—Ugh!

Then, suddenly, the nerve connected to the tarantula was cut, and Albert let out a groan of pain.

The magic that connected the body and mind with the monster was excellent, but it had the disadvantage of not being able to completely secure the field of vision and the risk of returning great pain when the monster was attacked.

Albert, with his eyes closed, gasped as black blood spurted from his mouth and then looked down with bloodshot eyes.

"How did she block it this time...?"

—Grrrrrr.....

It was thanks to the divine spirit, which she always carried with her, that the princess could detect the approaching monster in advance.

She didn't go to the racetrack to get the egg of a divine spirit for nothing.

From the moment Albert deployed his dark magic, she could sense that something larger was nearby thanks to the vigilant divine spirit.

"Spider."

Deborah gritted her teeth as she looked at the corpse of a spider that Purple had stepped on.

"After all, the tarantula swarms that appeared at the Crown Prince's charity event and harmed people were monsters."

It also meant that there was a strong wizard capable of dealing with monsters, and someone with that special ability was targeting her in this area.