Chapter 110: Bullseye... Not

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The random gibberish being spouted by Eleanor just moments ago was still fresh in Lyra's mind, so after hearing her other lady's request, she immediately calmed down, this means that Eleanor's mind is not clouded by her anger due to her friend's demise anymore, after all, she judged that she is way inferior in speed to catch up to a speedster who escaped more than a kilometer away before she even realized it, at the same time, this request made her happy as that means Lyra can showcase her improvement to her two masters.

Even though she had Philo already and had moved on from the heartbreak of Sophia choosing another woman, she still wanted to brag about her development. With a smile plastered on her face, Lyra replied to the request.

"Don't worry my lady, I will take care of it."

Eleanor smiled and then saw Lyra law down in the direction that she had just pointed and then saw the undead's eyes glow, no actually, a slight aurora was iminating in them, like burning fire, Eleanor let her be as she figured out that she wanted to brag about her power to Sophia, she started to float towards the palace, the floating speed is not so fast, after all, for her, this is a newfound power that she has no idea how to fully utilize.

_I have to ask Sophia how to handle unique skills._

Eleanor, as the one recognized to be the weakest out of Urduja's adult children, knew her limits in this department.

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Lyra was not aware when her other lady disappeared nor did she care when Eleanor vanished, actually the moment her eyes glowed, all of her surroundings became boxes of useless eyesores as she focused on the man that is currently dashing away kilometers from her current location, if not for her evolved skill [Sniper], then she would not be able to see the man, this skill made it so that targets within 10 km radius with her as the center will be hit 100% of the time, her vision and accuracy as well as power will wane when the target pass through this threshold, this made the passive skill [Range] [Homing] more significant if the opponent is above what she can see.

She can hit her opponent with a non-lethal strike and with [Sprint] she can inch a little to adjust the radius into her acceptable range, better even, injecting the arrow with a curse so it can be lethal. Or at least that is what the battle style that she has devised, as someone who doesn't have a unique skill but doesn't have the expertise of Kabuto.

As Lyra's focus reached its peak, she finally saw the vampire stop shifting around as he felt that the distance was already safe, Lyra's expression remained that of calmness, no jeering, no bragging, no nothing, she just loaded her crossbow with an arrow infused with the "Death Curse" as she continued to stare at the head of her target several kilometers away from her, if not for Eleanor annihilating the whole force of Hebi Tsukaiza, she would have already been disturbed. Lyra's eyes continued to stare at the man and only after another minute did she pull the trigger and let the arrow loose, the arrow got enveloped in a white light that went straight towards its target as if it was a shooting star that was about to kiss its beloved, though the said beloved is the head of the unfortunate vampire that was treated as a shooting range.

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Ben Rover, a vampire from Valentine is currently running with all her might away from Heimdall and away from the accursed land of Gjallarhorn to somewhere that doesn't have a crazy lady that makes people explode while she was smiling, he did not know he was a coward, no actually, Ben is not a coward in the first place, if he is, then he would not be able to have the courage to be an assassin under the direct command of Loki, the other monarch of the Vampire and Devil Kingdom who is known for having a very competitive assassin/spy force because of Hebi Tsukaiza.

But when Ben remembered the cries of his comrades when they tried to fight the crazy lady as they bloated and exploded until they finally realized that they were no match and started to flee, he shuddered, cursing his courage and blaming it as the reason for his misfortune and his cause to become a rouge.

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