Chapitre 1127: Beating Up A Dead Horse

"Okay, so to keep things fair, we'll all be allowed to have one strike each." Serah said, her arms folded as the fading embers of her crimson strike drifted through the air.

"Nothing more, nothing less."

Currently, all three women were discussing something super important. It was their strategy—if it could even be called that—for attack.

To make things 'fair', Serah proposed that they all give the monster one hit respectively until it perished.

"Haa… count me out. Just ensure that there's a sample left for me to study later. This one piques my interest a little." Ana sighed, immediately backing out of the agreement.

As such, only Serah and Maria were left.

"Well, what do you say?" Serah grinned at the girl.

Maria didn't know how to respond to this question. Serah Crimson was her master, both in Magic and in Love.