"Stupid Amastan." Alaric watched anxiously as Alaric's reckless attempt at defeating Darryl began to fail miserably.

"Brother, I have your back," a sweet voice shouted as a valiant woman leaped into the air toward Darryl. The woman, Natalie Celtic, wore crimson armor that hugged the curves of her athletic figure, which oozed fierceness as she approached them. Darryl brandished the Heavenly Halberd calmly to counter his new opponent as she closed into him. The moment he saw her face, he paused in shock for a split second. 'Her?'

Then, Darryl realized that the Raksasa woman he had encountered was the Raksasa King's daughter and Alaric and Amastan's sister.

"So, you are Darryl Darby. You liar! You told me that your name was Darren Derby," she accused through gritted teeth. Once she was near him, she shifted her hands into a slashing motion with a pair of bone-forged scimitars toward Darryl. The man had subdued her in her own bed, and she had been in awe of his strength; she had fallen