Acting Isn't My Talent

When she was hearing my words, Jeanne finally stopped beating Duster. In a clenched position, her hands stopped in the air. Her face looked at me with her head slightly tilted.

The look in her eyes was full of hatred.

Suddenly she got up while still looking into my eyes.

Her lips suddenly bled when she was biting her lip so steadily.

"Wha-?"

!!

When she wanted to say something to me, she had to stop halfway. Her words were cut off and she failed to say them. The reason was because something had hit the back of her head.

She must have let down her guard against other things around her so that she was easily hit on the back of her head.

What had hit the back of her head was a magic staff.

The magic staff belonged to Duster. Then of course the person who slammed the magic staff into the back of Jeanne's head was him.

When he had the chance, I saw that he had suddenly risen like an undead.