After getting Belfast's assistance, the three Corpse Commanders with their four corpse puppets immediately attacked.
Instantly, axes, illusions, devouring jaws, and frozen Netherflames all struck simultaneously.
'BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!'
The Dread Duchess, despite her suppressed perception and law sense, remained calm, but those attacks were simply too many and too precise, as even her defenses couldn't handle them.
At that moment, for the first time, blood appeared as a crimson line slowly formed across the Dread Duchess's shoulder.
The mist-filled battlefield froze.
"...She bled..."
"We wounded her!"
Even the First Commander couldn't believe it when Belfast's ecstatic voice sounded.
Even the Dread Duchess seemed slightly astounded as she slowly looked down, and her fingertip brushed the wound.
When she saw the drop of dark crimson blood, she stared at it quietly. But instead of fear or panic, she couldn't help but mutter.
"...Interesting."
