บท 387: THE THREE-WAY BATTLE (3)

"I'M APPALLED that two grown-ass men are willing to work together just to take down a pretty, charismatic, and witty almost-ten-year-old girl boss. William, Delwyn, both of you are at least a century older than me, right?" Neoma said while laughing in disbelief. "I guess I'm a threat, so I'll take it as a compliment. But you know what?"

She opened her right hand and summoned Skewer, aka the Death's Scythe. As soon as the scythe materialized in the air, she grabbed the pink staff tight. Now that she wasn't in the Holy Land, and Jeno was here to conceal her movements, she was free to go on a rampage using her full strength.

At the end of the day, despite having her mother's Roseheart Blood and her father's Moonglow, she was still more comfortable in fighting using her so-called demonic power.