The general suddenly spun around, instinct telling him to defend himself.
Just in time.
A white-glowing arrow streaked toward him, deadly and precise. He swung one of his massive black swords upward, barely catching the arrow in mid-air.
A loud clang rang out.
Then, from the side, a hammer strike came, blinding white.
He twisted desperately, raising his other sword just in time.
Another heavy impact hit him.
The shockwave shook painfully through both his arms. He staggered back, feeling numbness spreading into his limbs. Pain shot through every muscle.
His breath caught in his throat.
Unbelievable—!
He stared at the two figures now clearly visible after their exchange:
Two maids.
Not even battle commanders or elite knights. Just… maids.
But their strength....was incredible.
Impossible! According to our intelligence… these two weren't even part of Armand's Special Elite Battle Maid Corps!
He knew the hierarchy well.
