"It looks like your mental state is doing quite well right now."
A deep and slightly bantering voice rang out from behind her. Almost simultaneously, a fierce gust of wind from a sword tore through the air, directly targeting Theresia's neck.
Without turning back, she merely tilted her head slightly. The blade grazed past her hair, slicing off a few strands of silver-white locks that drifted away in the setting sun like shattered snow.
Chapter 389