"Eh?"
Professor Turci, usually composed and serious, let out a voice like an adorable young girl.
She looked at the Demon Clan feasting on Edgar, and for a moment her mind was filled with nothing but the word "Eh."
Eh, how did you die?
It's hard to understand, these Demons should have been tightly confined, how did they escape?
Moreover, given Edgar's strength, he shouldn't have died at the hands of just a few Demons.
Besides, these Demons were physically weak due to long-term imprisonment, even a few old farmers could have made them all kneel.
But at this moment, time did not permit Turci to continue standing there seemingly in a daze yet actually brainstorming, because those Demons were rushing towards her.
Back then, to participate in the Battle Festival and improve her survival skills, Turci engaged in combat training herself for quite a long time, and her speed had increased dramatically.
