Queen Orc struck him, sending his small body hurtling several meters backward.
"Didn't I tell you to endure?! Why are you trying to attack instead?!" she shouted at Allen, whose frail body trembled from the impact.
Allen had cried countless times because of their daily training, but Queen Orc always believed it was necessary—especially after he had nearly died in the dungeon when he foolishly tried to leave that room.
"Are you just going to sit there? You still have stamina left, aren't you?"
Even as Allen cried, even as his body ached, the Queen Orc pushed him forward.
Because that was far better than seeing him killed.
"If you keep this up, you'll never be able to defeat me! Stand up!"
...
Allen opened his eyes, gazing at the monster standing before him. Ashmireth—her appearance, her hair, her abilities—everything about her resembled his mother. Yet, there was one thing that set them apart.
Her eyes…