As for Selma and Fini, they also instantly prepared for battle. The two white cat ears on Selma's head stood erect; her body bent, and her hands took the shape of sharp claws, her fingernails at the tips sharper than blades, quickly extending.
On the other side, Fini's expression was somber, her eyes squinting into a slit, with strange blue-green flames rapidly fluttering around her.
While Fini and Selma's strength was not comparable to that of Milo, they could also be considered skilled, roughly on par with the Holy Son Oniens and Angelica who had not yet broken through the realm of the Great Sage.
The next instant, right before the three women, the silhouette of a graceful figure slowly emerged amidst the light.
A tall body, with curves that were just perfect.
Her silver-white hair, like a cascading waterfall, fluttered in the surging magic power, eventually scattering behind the lady.
