In Ghislain’s previous life, the Seven Strongest of the Continent rarely got along. They were all too exceptional, and with nothing to fear, it was only natural.

Parniel cracked her neck from side to side, while Ereneth clenched and unclenched her fingers.

The growing tension was palpable, and those nearby didn’t dare approach, unsure of what might happen.

Everyone except one person.

“Ah! Are you two planning to fight again? What now? What’s bothering you this time? Come on, let’s sort this out and focus on rescuing the Count!”

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Piote, who had grown more perceptive since living in …