บท 87: THAT'S WHY I'M THE EMPRESS

As the battle reached its peak, Agnes saw her opportunity. With a swift and decisive strike, she aimed for Throk's exposed flank, her sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.

Throk staggered back, a pained grunt escaping his lips. The corrupted aura around him flickered, the negative mana weakening under Agnes's assault.

Realizing the tide had turned, Throk let out a furious roar, his muscles bulging as he unleashed a final, desperate attack. But Agnes was ready.

"Bring it...fucking old man!" Agnes could be heard screaming as she clasped her sword tighter.

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"Agh!"

Empress Agnes grunted as she felt herself being slammed into the ground. She gasped for breath as she looked up, staring into the eyes of her assailant, her own reflection staring back

Their memories together back then was still freshed and could be remembered vividly though each had their own perspective.