Menontius unraveled his smile there, transforming it greatly into a brutal face.
"I'm not free either... I can't stay with you much longer."
Then suddenly Menontius' body emitted a beautiful green light like jade.
Its brilliance gradually intensified its glow and at the same time began to wind around to see what physical impact it had.
The wind gradually gained strength and gradually began to push out the dove that was at the end of his eyes and nose, covering Menontius as he rolled up the soil on the ground.
Dove stepped on his feet to endure but the momentum of the wind intensified further, and Dove's body lagged behind as he slipped on the ground.
And in the meantime, Dove retreated by about thirty meters.
"... cum! … then…"
Dove pulled out a dagger that was pushed by the wind but desperately strapped to his waist, and threw it with Menontius' aim in mind.
But the dagger lost the momentum of the wind and did not reach Menontius' body, and it flipped and hit him with tremendous momentum in the face of the dove.
"... can't you!? ……
Dove understood his own destiny and looked to heaven.
Then the fury of a tall woman rang from Dove's back.
"What are you doing! Dove!"
and at the same time a tremendous blast of thunder struck the dagger as lightning approached through Dove's shoulder mouth.
The dagger clashed with lightning or scattered with explosions, and in a flash disappeared without a trace.
Dove looked back slowly, pushed by the wind, and called his own master's name.