It had always been like this.
Most low-level villains underestimated her.
They looked at her appearance, her age, and the fact that she was a student, then decided she couldn't possibly be much of a threat.
Leona hated that kind of arrogance.
It wasn't confidence born from actual strength.
It was the shallow superiority of people who had spent too long bullying those weaker than themselves.
And unfortunately, most of the villains in this battle were exactly that type.
Leona tightened her grip around the hilt of her sword.
Her snow-white blade slid smoothly from its scabbard.
Mana flowed through her body and gathered along the blade.
Then—
Flash Draw.
The sword flashed.
The villain at the front of the group didn't even have time to react.
A deep gash appeared across his torso, and he collapsed to the ground.
Leona didn't spare him another glance.
As expected, he had been the strongest among them.
The moment he fell, the rest of the villains lost their nerve.
