A Promise Before the Battle
"Sister Selena is fine, but if Sister Rias doesn't do her best and loses, wouldn't we be embarrassed?"
Harry Taylor continued complaining loudly, clearly unable to suppress his irritation.
The moment the words left his mouth—
Smack.
A sharp slap landed squarely on the back of his head.
Harry's vision spun.
Rias stood beside him with her arms folded, her red eyes narrowed dangerously.
"You're the one who'll lose."
"If you can't speak properly, then shut up."
Harry rubbed the back of his head miserably.
"Am I that bad…?"
Rias was clearly annoyed now.
Her red robe fluttered slightly as she shifted her stance, the gold sash around her waist catching the sunlight. Her full chest rose and fell with a quiet breath as she glared at him.
Although her cultivation was not as high as Selena's—
She was still a first-star Astral Realm expert.
During the past month, she had continuously absorbed the power of the precious bone Leon had given her.
