Translator: Barnnn Proofreader: Xemul Bathym raised its hands and swung them down like a hammer, which Asley guarded against with his arms.
Translator: Barnnn Proofreader: Xemul A Devil… So this is one of those so-called Apostles of Despair, huh?
Translator: Barnnn Editor: Anna Proofreader: Xemul Asley and Pochi kept screaming, the former holding his ears and the latter holding her eyes… and all the while, the monsters were still too scared to move.
Translator: Barnnn Editor: Anna Proofreader: Xemul [Whew, Pochi’s finally gotten used to the fight. Oh, and looks like the buffs are about to run out.]
Translator: Barnnn Editor: Anna Proofreader: Xemul The air echoed with each splitting of the earth.
Translator: Barnnn Editor: Anna Proofreader: Xemul “Well well, there you are, my man Poer!”
Translator: Barnnn Editor: Anna Proofreader: Xemul So… why did Lylia even participate in the Familiar Chalice in the first place? She’d never seemed to be the kind of person who would do that, and would rather show off her own power instead. Like, isn’t she supposed to be fighting on the front-front lines at Sodom? So why was she here? Considering how far Sodom is from here, Regalia isn’t a place she could just…
Translator: Barnnn Editor: Anna Proofreader: Xemul In the arena, Lylia was standing on the side opposite to Asley, her arms crossed and her eyes closed.
