The pistol in his hand fell to the ground. Before he could even fire the bullet at Beatrice, his hand had already been hit by the sword that suddenly slid without any obstacle. Luckily, none of his fingers were severed by this white-gripped sword, and he recognized its owner. His eyes quickly scanned to find the owner of the sword, and when they met face to face, Eland laughed triumphantly.

"Ah, too bad. My sword missed your hand, you dog!" Another sword was already in his shoulder. Ready to ...