Her long blade, having collided with her own sword, now bore a notch and was trembling weakly.
However, the Martial Princess paid no mind to the damage sustained by the weapon, which was equal to her own half.
Instead, she raised her head and looked straight at the girl amidst the fading light.
"... Prove to me, that you will return."
Her voice was indifferent, yet her gaze stubbornly fixed on herself.
Even this seemingly emotionless Martial Princess, as cold as the long blade in her hand, knew all too well the danger of what she had to do.
Past battles had not been without their hardships, but this time it was even greater.
Despite the endpoint being far away, she had already faced countless life-and-death crises along the way.
She did not wish to die, though she often encountered painful experiences and inevitable separations,
yet she still had beloved people and things she wanted to protect.
