Snow coughed blood as he watched Jon split from his summon. Jon glanced at Lucy, who was at the end of the street, then looked at Snow coldly.
"I gave an order to bring down the members of the Shadow Club, but you ignored one and went ahead to fight a Wandering Lord-tier. You expect to beat a Lord-tier with a mid-level High-tier summon? Have you forgotten your strength?!"
Snow frowned. "That's the word, know your strength, the same thing I tried to shove in Godfrey's head repeatedly but failed."
Jon narrowed his eyes. "You're a disappointment. You were supposed to be the next King."
The moment he said that, the White Dearth Weasel lunged toward Lucy. In the blink of an eye, it had traversed the space that once stood between them.
Lucy's Crimson Dreadclaw lifted its huge claws, swinging them at the weasel as it unleashed great heat five meters around it. But the weasel, which was before the crab, suddenly appeared beside it, cutting through its thick exoskeleton.
