Slash!
Slash!
The head of an A-rank orc rolled across the ground as its body dropped with a loud thud.
Nieves flung her blade back and forth, shaking off the green blood before returning it to its sheath.
Around her, Skye and Lukene had finished up with the remaining of the horde. Eilette laid on a smooth, cozy bed she had made and slept all the way through.
Unlike the nobles' team, Nieves and her mates had been slaughtering monsters as soon as they stepped into the dungeon.
Wave after wave, they progressed without any issue.
Chiara returned from surveying the path ahead of them. "Good work, everyone... From here on out to the boss room is clear—no monsters."
"Finally!" Skye pulled out his katana from the heart of a huge goblin. "It was starting to get boring with these weaklings."
"You always look bored..." Lukene said.
"I guess it's because I am always surrounded by weaklings... Sighs."
