Rosalia wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and said gently, "This young lady's stomach is empty. You all look… rather delicious."
"Who goes there?" The knights drew their swords in alarm.
"A… woman? Who are you!"
Felix's pupils contracted sharply. He was not dazzled by beauty. In a land ravaged by war, when a breathtaking woman strolled out smiling sweetly, it was never a good sign. More often than not, it meant she was a Divine Chosen.
"Ahem… blood sacrifice… ah, I forgot for a moment. Oh! Blood Sacrifice: Corruption. This young lady is going to chop you all to pieces."
Rosalia gave a sickly smile. The Greatsword of Gluttony flashed out from behind her, the demonic eye embedded in its blade flickering with a ferocious, terror-laced gleam.
"Run! It's a Divine Chosen!"
The knights felt their hearts leap into their throats.
"Damn it! Why is there an enemy Divine Chosen here!"
