Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Like light, the glowing sword of Master Calcirast brought the wicked man to his knees.

"Guru... have you overconfident? But there's so much to sweep and throw away."

"Where do you use it? If you say so, I will grant you an amnesty."

"Whoa, whoa, hey. Even a prince of a country."

"I mean, we need to talk?

"Whatever. I'm sorry to hear that. Bye..."

Darkness leaked from the gap between what the evil man was wearing and at the end only the pastries and clothes fell into cobblestones.

He was a troublesome opponent, but is there still something else?

I wouldn't be enemies with all this stuff.

The neighborhood was filled with the groans of collapsed buildings and wounded soldiers.

The city was unexpectedly devastated. The West Side had collapsed a few times, and the East Side was few.

There were more than a dozen wounded soldiers and two ordinary people lightly injured.