Night quickly fell once again.
But this night was destined to be far from tranquil.
High above the Taiger Forest, far higher than the clouds, two figures appeared without warning.
"Here we go again."
Danass gazed downward as if he could see the Elf Country hidden within the barrier, wearing a contemplative expression.
"This isn't like you." The Princess stood beside Danass, looking at his contemplative face with an expressionless demeanor, and spoke, "It's just an Elf Country, unrelated to you, so why be so contemplative?"
In the Princess's view, Danass's statement felt somewhat pretentious.
However, Danass merely smiled faintly.
"After all, the last time I came here was my debut battle; this time, I face the most formidable opponent yet."
That was Danass's explanation.
"I won't accompany you." The Princess shook her head decisively, saying, "The Holy Sword restrains me far more seriously than you Demons. Facing that Hero, I fear I won't last long before defeat."
