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Rousse’s pupils trembled as he watched the two bodies fall down the cliff.

He should’ve attacked the man sooner!

He lunged forward, reaching out to catch the girl, but that bastard held on to her until his very last breath.

He wouldn’t let her go, not even at the end.

Rousse knew the only way to save her was by taking a risk.

“Get out of my body now, Meridiana!” he shouted at his female.

“No, don’t do it, Rousse!” She knew exactly what he was about to do.

“Damn it, I’m gonna give you a proper beating later!”

Rousse roared and threw himself into the void, chasing after the witch’s limp body.

“Rousse!” Meridiana covered her mouth with her hands.

The wind howled violently, shadows swallowed him, and the bottom… couldn’t even be seen.

The general managed to grab the woman, and his gaze locked on a branch sticking out of the cliffside.

It wouldn’t hold his weight, but it might serve as leverage.

Twisting in midair, he secured the girl against his chest and positioned himself.

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