"Heurgh!"
Stab!
"Hrggh!"
Stab!
Marsha stabbed the Gloomy Wraith over and over again with the rusty pitchfork, but it barely harmed it—the weapon held no mana whatsoever, so it was not effective. Frustration burned through her veins as she dropped the pitchfork, gathered mana into her fist, and slammed it into the Gloomy Wraith.
Initially, Deklan thought that Marsha was an innocent cutie pie.
But the way she put her entire weight into the punch suggested otherwise.
Deklan couldn't help but wonder… Where did she learn how to punch like that?
For a good moment, Marsha kept punching it to the point that Deklan even started to feel sorry for it.
She was clearly angry, but Deklan didn't know why.
Did she become violent because of me?
Deklan recalled what the system said and felt a heavy weight pressing against his chest.
He didn't want to be the one responsible for shifting Marsha to the dark side.
Eventually, the Gloomy Wraith was banished.
