Forsythe also had a look of admiration, looking at Heather with a slight smile. "Your strength is extraordinary, as one would expect from the princess of the Sea Mackie Clan. I was not sure if I could win against you a month ago.

"However, your spells no longer threaten me."

Forsythe's eyes flashed coldly as he spoke, and his figure rose to the sky. He was holding a blood-red knife.

The blade appeared strange. The handle was 40 or 50 centimeters long, and it looked very intimidating when held