"Hey, hey, hey, Miss! I told you, our organization operates on principles! Once we accept a mission, we have to finish it before we can take another.
Don't think bribing us like this will work!"
Flora Bloom wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and regenerated the hand that Giselle, the flight attendant, had destroyed.
Her Life Force was being constantly drained, and the pain had become a dull numbness. Although the spiritual water still had an effect on her, her recovery speed was getting slower and slower.
She gave a bitter laugh. Despite her ghastly pallor, she was still so breathtakingly beautiful that the hearts of the two War God Level experts skipped a beat.
People are strange. They can't help but feel a sense of curiosity, a desire to draw closer and investigate things that are new and beautiful.
