NOVEL WEB Chapter 342: Ending...
"How do you feel?" I casually asked, glancing at Nadia who moved to stand just a step behind me.
Considering the true functions of the pills I had given the woman, I had expected some telling reaction from her body as it digested them.
The seamlessness with which the pill had gone into the woman's system had me internally surprised and thinking.
"Well... I've never had anything like this before," the woman looked at her arms.
"My body feels lighter. It's like I've been carrying a heavy burden for the past years, and it's finally been taken off."
"That's good."
I turned back to the battle, not wanting to give Nadia any reason to suspect the pills I had given her were something more than I described but she continued.
"My mind... God, that thing is addictive. My head is light, but at the same time, I'm grounded.
Where did you get those pills?"
"It's an exclusive product, above your pay grade."
"I could do with a few," Nadia stylishly asked.
"No. I don't need my PA becoming a junkie."
Nadia frowned at my words but said nothing more. She joined me in watching the battle at the front, and while the exchange between the three individuals was taking an unfavourable turn, my mind didn't hesitate to sidetrack.
Aside from wondering if there were still troublesome signs to come from the anxiety pills, another thing that concerned me was her stats.
[Daddy Knows Best – 4000 PSDP]
[Name: Nadia Krowsky
Type: Female (PA)
Trust: 7
Affection: 10
Fear: 100
Loyalty: 100
Horniness: 16
Comment: Knowledge/power over Marcus Lawson]
Aside from Nadia's horniness, which had suddenly popped up touching 100 and then dropped back down to 16—the system's comment on the woman's "needs" gave me a lot of possibilities to think about.
My decision to hand the baby pills to Nadia stemmed from one of the most likely possibilities.
"What's the plan? The two of them will soon be fully defeated." Nadia asked her tone calm even after seeing our defeat as the outcome.
When it came to power, in no way was Valera inferior to her mother, Martha, or the fallen knight.
Effortlessly, she was throwing out punches and kicks that blasted apart the air and let out drumming sounds. Each of her steps shattered the earth below her, and most importantly, her eyes followed the actions of each individual like they were just taking a casual walk.
Most likely, by just virtue of her birth, the young lady had a strength that others toiled and scraped to even get a fraction of.
"And someone will say I'm privileged."
Unfortunately, despite the incredibleness from Valera, she was being played around by her mother.
She had the strength, but she had neither technique nor experience.
With ease, Martha weaved out of her daughter's punches and kicks, redirecting them effortlessly and sometimes even turning her attacks against the knight.
Valera rapidly adapted to the battle, learning from her mistakes and getting better each second. But unfortunately, these few minutes could not bring her anywhere close to proficiency in the ongoing battle.
The fallen knight carried the bulk of the burden, while Valera served as a constant annoyance to her mother, a cockroach Martha slapped down but who always got back up.
The comparison might sound harsh, but it was the truth.
That wasn't to say I was embarrassed by Valera, on the contrary, I loved her determination. And what pleased me most was the fire I could see raging in her eyes.
Valera did not hate her mother, she simply disagreed with the woman, and at the moment, wanted to conquer her.
"Let Martha blow off her steam," I replied to Nadia.
"She'll win before that happens."
"Look at the woman. She's pissed, but does she look bothered?
Even if I summoned three fallen knights, with some consequences, I feel she would still triumph."
"But if she wins, she'll come over here and kill us."
"Not necessarily. I believe she's still undecided on that."
"So our lives are in her hands?"
"Ehhh..."
Nadia's statement wasn't right, but at the same time, it wasn't wrong, so I kept silent.
Watching the battle and seeing it enter its final stages, I observed a minus of the fallen knight, its inability to learn.
Not that this was surprising, considering it was an undead. But watching as, despite her power remaining constant, Martha—who had been fighting it on equal footing, was now beginning to dominate, revealed the woman's quick learning pace, same as her daughter.
A sword in hand, making several slashes, the knight made a thrust and for this move, like she could see the future, Martha stepped out of the way, grabbing the wrist of the intimidating knight and, without hassle, pulling it into a spin, slamming its body into her daughter, who failed to duck on time.
Martha did not let go of the undead after using it as a weapon. Her left hand lit up with dense red energy, and then she thrust it at the captured opponent.
Boom!!
Despite being spun around, the fallen knight did not lie back and let itself be attacked. Still cognizant of the happenings in its surroundings, it sent out its left hand, the yellow aura around its fist glowing stronger.
There was an explosion from the clash. Martha took some steps backwards while the fallen knight flew into the air.
Controlling its flight, the undead being spun several times in the air and heavily landed, the ground exploding, waves of dust and debris rising into the air.
The second the explosion happened, my face twisted into a grimace.
And unlike Nadia, who gasped in horror when a blast of wind cleared away the dust, I rubbed my forehead when the image of the fallen knight who had lost its entire left hand became visible.
Having been sent grinding through the ground after being hit by the fallen knight, Valera's face similarly twisted in horror at the sight of her fighting partner.
And though doubts spread across her face, she tightened her fists in determination.
"You are only delaying the inevitable," Martha said, turning to her daughter.
"You won't win."
Pushing off with as much strength as she could, Valera raced toward her mother, the fallen knight not falling behind, its armour glowing brighter.
Valera reached her mother first, throwing a feint with her fist and then spinning on her heel to deliver a roundhouse kick.
Unfazed, Martha raised her left hand and stopped the kick.
To her right, the fallen knight arrived, ready to dish out its own attack. But just as everyone thought it would pop out a blade and swing at Martha, it thrust out both its arms and from the bracelets around its wrists, black chains shot out like snakes, cutting through the air and beginning to wrap around Martha within seconds, starting with her outstretched right hand.