บท 1481: Breach

"What a lucky son of a bitch,"

In an expanse of space illuminated by soft white light, Zahara withdrew from her offensive stance and bit her lip with a dissatisfied expression.

"Looks like you can't even beat a rank 7." Miss Calamity snorted with disdain.

Zahara took a deep breath and glared at the haughty veiled woman. "Standing against the Princess, you're playing with fire."

"Am I?" Miss Calamity covered her mouth and let out an elegant chuckle commonly found among noble ladies. "Or maybe your Princess should stop being such a doormat. My senior sister whipped her clone when she wasn't even a pseudo divine."

"…you're welcome to say that in front of the Princess." Zahara replied.

Miss Calamity narrowed her eyes.

The messages from her clone who went inside the strange world were limited. It seemed like there was a 'censor' stopping any sensitive information.

But one thing was obvious.