These Demons Do it for Free

Wow, really damn tough.

I couldn’t help but admire Lana Gromadin inwardly after the strike I thought would secure my victory.

She was pushed back, but neither of her hands loosened. Her lance and shield were still firmly gripped in her hands.

She didn’t even lose her stance, immediately recovering her posture and standing firm on both legs.

After a direct hit from Matán with a full-powered strike, and two stacks of exhaustion.

The Matán-Strong Hit combo I just fired had twice the amount of mana as the first shot. Even the Sentinel I sent to its grave with a single blow took less damage than this.

Pure aura armor is tougher than even a Sentinel. It might be the effect of some artifact I don’t know about, but even considering that, it’s terrifying.

What is this, a tank?

It feels like facing a rhino after taking a slug shot point-blank and still not budging.

So this is what an expert explorer is like. It makes me feel a bit guilty, to be honest, but maybe I was underestimating the two expert combos from Frontier more than I should have.

Still, there’s no sense of defeat.

I hit twice.

I'm not sure how many more stacks of exhaustion I can handle, but I know the moment they will fall will come.

"Shall we continue?"

Even now, Lana Gromadin was silently oozing wariness towards me as she slowly lowered her weapon.

"No. That’s enough. To ask for more would be forcing it."

They say even a dog will recite poetry after three years of study. Now, it’s so familiar that I don’t even need to guess what she’s thinking.

She probably thought it would be rude to keep going with the training since every use of magic for a demon warlock is exhausting.

I could do this all day, though. I have my guardian demons looking out for me.

[Contractor, why didn’t you watch opera, yet you’re fine watching movies?]