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    “Del.. phine Yurdina……..”

    My weak murmur did not reach Senior Delphine’s ears as she nonchalantly approached Seria.

    Seria instinctively lowered her gaze and avoided eye contact as her body trembled ever-so-slightly.

    “Don’t worry, you’ve proven your usefulness. As long as I’m the head of the household, you won’t be stripped of the Yurdina name.”

    Senior Delphine acted as if Seria had hunted the beast on her behalf, but there was no way that was the case.

    More than anything else, Seria wanted to overcome the trauma of the day Delphine had stolen away her sword along with everything else she had ever treasured. Her swordsmanship was for herself, and the same went for the demonic wolf she had slain.

    And yet, Senior Delphine gave a relaxed smile as if Seria’s convictions were meaningless.

    For her, as long as it was within the confines of the rules, nothing was off the table for the sake of victory. Perhaps that was what it meant to be a Yurdina.

    Senior Delphine asked softly.

    “Are you going to fight?”

    Her attitude exuded confidence as if the results wouldn’t change no matter what Seria, whose eyes were trembling with fear, did.

    At some point, even Celine had dropped her sword following an anguished scream. She had been disarmed and was on the ground with a hatchet lodged into her shoulder.

    “…….Celine!”

    The moment that scene entered my sight, I started struggling fiercely to escape, but Senior Fermin’s frail but surprisingly strong body remained firm. Rather, he struck the back of my neck, causing my mind to go numb and my vision blurry.

    I refused to faint. Senior Fermin looked rather surprised at how tenaciously I was holding on.

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