In the blink of an eye, the killing situation was apparent.
Losa was someone who dreaded trouble; there's no sense in being on guard against a thief for a thousand days.
He was well aware of the enormous trouble a powerful Caster with a vendetta against him would cause.
So, since this Vampire Duke had laid down a harsh warning, intending to trouble them in the future, it was best to seal his fate with finality, nailing him beneath the coffin board!
"Indeed, quite formidable."
The man reached out and grasped the Holy Spear that had pierced through his body. White smoke billowed, and the holy light burned his palm, yet he remained firmly clutching the spear's shaft, pulling it out inch by inch.
The moment the Holy Spear was withdrawn, it transformed into golden brilliance, returning to Jeanne's hand.
"This is no Holy Spear."
