Out of concern and worry for her brother's health, Belle decided to stick around and aid him after they cleared off the horde of monsters.
Seriously, why is it always Brandon who's always at risk of dying?
Belle was tired of it. She didn't want to see her brother suffer anymore. Yet for some reason, it's as if suffering seemed to follow Brandon wherever he went.
Or more like, Brandon himself reveled in the suffering.
Belle couldn't do a single thing about it. She had reprimanded him numerous times in the past. Yet it always ended up the same way.
'Please, stop hurting yourself.'
But she kept it in her thoughts. There was no use scolding her brother for it now. Especially knowing what was happening to him now.
Belle had noticed it too.
The fluctuating influx of his mana core.
The signs of an S ranker.
It was absurd.
To think her brother had caught up to her, even surpassing her soon after.
But Belle didn't feel a least bit of envy. On the contrary, she was happy and truly felt proud of him.
She too needed to catch up. It felt as if Brandon and Amelia were leaving her behind.
In any case, she fixed her attention on Brandon.
His complexions and overall state looked better now compared to a week ago. Especially so when Belle helped him groom himself just so he could look presentable.
After all, Brandon looked like he hadn't showered in a year.
"Thanks, Sis."
Brandon had just finished the meal Belle had prepared for him.
"How are you feeling?"
Belle asked.
Brandon flexed his muscles.
"Better than ever."
Noticing sauce smeared on the side of his lips, Belle let out a deep sigh and neared him, wiping the sauce off with her handkerchief.
"Ah."
Brandon looked as if the realization washed over him, and Belle just shook her head dismissively.
No matter how strong Brandon gets, he will always be her younger brother. And as his older sister, she couldn't help but look out for him, supporting him in every step towards his success.
That much was certain.
As the two siblings continued conversing with one another, it was then.
One of the leaders shouted, his voice cutting through the tension.
Raven's brows furrowed. Scanning the wyvern's scales, Raven looked at his dagger soon after.
He pondered whether his dagger would actually be able to cut through the wyvern.
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While the previous wyvern posed only moderate difficulty, this wyvern on the other hand was on another level.
"This is insane...."
Raven had surmised this was all according to the Imperial Army's plan.
But do they really think the cadets would be able to defeat the wyvern? Much more so, when it took a while to slay the first one?
In any case, they had no choice.
Magic attacks pierced through the air, heading directly for the wyvern. However, the wyvern, as if unbothered, took the full brunt of the attacks.
Soon after, it retaliated.
—Hwoooooar!
A deep guttural scream reverberated throughout the entire forest. Raven felt like his eardrums were being ruptured as he covered his ears.
A gust of wind sent out as the wyvern flapped its wings. Cadets', who were laxed in their defense, were sent flying away.
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
Arrows of flames and frost rippled from somewhere, aiming to pierce right through the wyvern. However, it dissipated upon impact.
The wyvern's defense was no joke. While scorched marks etched on its scales after taking flames and lightning attacks, it stood unbothered and continued to retaliate.
Its movements were slow, its large claws aimed to decapitate the cadets. However, the close combatants were quick in their feet, swiftly dodging the sharp claws.
A group of duelists landed on the wyvern's figure. Their weapons traced on the wyvern's scales as they rushed forward with a battle cry.
Raven seized the opportunity, entering one of the cadet's shadows, instantly teleporting, standing on the wyvern's large figure.
Raven's eyes narrowed as he precisely cut through the wyvern. However, the wyvern's wings flapped once again, throwing off everyone's balance as they fell from its back.
At that moment, a gust of wind brushed past them to support their landing, recalling them back to safety.
The cadets all worked in unison, supporting one another.
The cadets braced themselves against the wyvern's relentless attacks, the battlefield echoing with the clash of steel, magic, and the deafening roars of the massive beast.
With each flap of its wings, powerful gusts of wind sent the less experienced cadets tumbling across the clearing, their defenses barely holding against the sheer force.
But no matter how much time passed, it felt as if they were wasting their time.
The wyvern.
—Hwoooooooar!
It was as if it suffered no damage at all.