Faverland stood with his hands behind his back, and silently is recovering himself while observing Pollyanna in front of him.

Well ...... she is indeed belonged to a low rank, in that case, after my recovering, I can kill her in seconds ......

But I shall just wait for her to strike first as I promised.

Five minutes have passed -

Faverland has adjusted his breath well, he can already instantly crush the defenseless Pollyanna if he wants to, but he still stands with his hands behind his back like before.

This is called the temperament, the manner.

Speaking of which ...... this little girl seems to have not moved for a long time?

......

Twenty minutes have passed -

Faverland felt his back was a little sore and soft, but he still stood proudly ......

This is called elegance, poise, decent manners.

Ah ah, so tired ...... this little girl still doesn’t come out a plan now ...... just quickly surrender ......

An hour has passed- -

......

......

Although this is a battle that concerns the fate of the future, but this hour of inaction made people lost their interest, many vendors even began to hawk.

And Faverland's throat became increasingly dry under the sunlight.

Damn, so thirsty ......

There seems to be a vendor selling honey flower tea and the soldiers on his own side are buying it, so I’ll just buy it myself after the battle later.

......

......

Wait ......

Aren't we in a goddamn war! Aren't the people selling tea from the outer city! Shit! Aren't I fighting the enemy! You guys are just going over there to buy their stuff! At least give me some, asshole!

Faverland tossed his head and patted himself on the head, then kept staring at Pollyanna in front of him.

...... By the way, she's not asleep, is she?

Still upholding his gentlemanly manner, Faverland wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and spoke -

"Hey, little girl ......"

" ......"

Pollyanna didn't move a muscle.

"Hey, you're still awake, aren't you?"

"......"

"It won't do any good to keep going like this, the gap between us is insurmountable for you."

"......"

The unbearable Faverland drew his staff from his robe and pointed it at Pollyanna -

"I've said! A creep is a creep! Stop being delusional!"

Just at that time, he suddenly felt an icy chill behind him, and a creepy sensation rushed up his spine to his skull.

A teasing voice sounded behind him -

"~Yeah~?"

Faverland's body shivered violently.

A dozen meters in front of him, the figure of "Pollyanna" slowly dissipated and turned into a shadow.

Low-rank stage two-image residue.

Faverland looked behind him where Pollyanna is incredulously, she is holding a light dagger against his body, and looking at him with a smile.

"Wait, how ...... is that possible? Teleportation is clearly ......"

"Teleportation? I can't do that kind of stuff, it's just a low rank magic, Shadow Assault."

"!?"

Shadow Assault, low rank stage 3, which allows the user be able to sneak in the shadows, it sounds like very powerful, but not only your speed will be oddly slow, but also you yourself will be very easy recognized, as long as your opponent maintains his magic sense, you will be detected instantly, and you are disturbed when casting this spell, it will cause great damage to your own spirit.

All in all, it is a very useless trash magic.

"But Shadow Assault requires shadows! There is clearly ......"

before his words were finished, Faverland noticed a tiny strand of lacing under Pollyanna's feet.

It was ...... a strand from her dress......when she fell on the ground beside me ......

"You have planned this since that time ......”

"Well, I really stayed there in peace and quiet for half an hour, to just wait for you to let down your guard, yada yada yada, the elderly really can’t withstand the sun! Your mind is confused, right?"

"......"

She has planned as soon as she stepped on their field, her fall and her communication with Sicya is to let down my own guard to think that she is just a simple-minded for her beloved, and she is willing to risk the consequences of taking severe mental trauma to have the chance to get behind him, and restrained him in the moment when he could not hold back his angry. A low rank warrior has done all this by herself ......

The more Faverland thought about it, the more frightened he was, the dry knot in his throat moved up and down.

Looking at Pollyanna's mocking face, he finally lowered his head.

"...... I ...... am defeated."

"Hmph ~~~~"

Pollyanna touched her long, beautiful hair--

"☞Creep☜"

Elysis Vs Liberty Alliance

The Second Lieutenant battle, Ended。

The winner is the double low rank warrior of the Liberty Alliance, Pollyanna.

A complete and utter victory, based on her own wisdom.