"Ah? Ah!" The hands of 'Battlefield Lightning' restlessly lowered from the weapons, looking regretfully at those fortunate ones who successfully intercepted enemy ships thanks to a certain female priest's immense power, "She's the Old Age Striking King, here we're talking about the strongest warrior!"
Don't look at me, although she's a priest, she indeed counts as a battle professional.
Didn't you see she's not holding a magic wand or hammer, but rather the fist fighter's gloves?
When calculating combat power, it's counted with us knights, not the priests with her."
"No, what I want to know isn't this... I know about battle priests." Ditte asked very seriously, "The strongest you mentioned, is she the strongest among women, or the strongest among everyone?"
"Does fighting and killing distinguish between genders?" 'Battlefield Lightning' said frankly, "Who can fight the most, who kills the most is the strongest!
Unless when we battle we have to go easy because she's a woman?
