“This is it!” Eleanora used Super-Acceleration to accelerate the flow of time around herself and flew towards the Dragon Golem’s chest.

She forcefully took hold of the spear’s handle, and pushed –

“Gah?!” Eleanora let out a gasp as an icicle made of cursed ice appeared from the magic spear she had grasped and pierced her chest.

She had been aware that Artifacts often rejected anyone other than their owners when touched.

“Impossible, even after two hundred years…”

However, she hadn’t expected that this weapon would still respond over two hundred years after its owner had perished.

The icicle had pierced Eleanora’s heart magnificently. There was no saving her. But Vandalieu would likely raise her as an Undead after her death and make use of her. In that case, I should push this magic spear even a little deeper into the Golem while I’m still alive, for the sake of my master who is the most fearsome being in this world.

For this purpose, Eleanora produced Mana Bullets behind her and released them at both herself and the magic spear. Even if the magic spear itself is made of Orichalcum, even if it’s covered in cursed ice that won’t let anyone near it, I should be able to push it at least a little deeper with this.

But the Mana Bullets she had created with the last of her strength vanished.

“NUORYAAAAA! DRAGON SLAYEEEER!”

“Iron Tear! Circular Axe Whip!”

Borkus and Vigaro, wielding misshapen lumps of metal that couldn’t be called swords or axes, struck the Dragon Golem with them.

The Dragon Golem’s body creaked and the cracks in its surface began to spread.

Even as Eleanora felt surprise at this sight, her consciousness became distant… And then the icicle was broken and tossed away. The next thing she knew, Vandalieu was looking down at her.

“I’m sorry. I could sense the danger, but I couldn’t stop you in time,” he said. “But please don’t try to accomplish things at the cost of your own life.”

“Kah… I… apolo…” Eleanora tried to apologize while coughing blood.

“It would be best if you don’t talk,” Vandalieu told her.

And then his claws grew longer right before her eyes.

“Because my body is small, this is all that I can give you.”

Vandalieu’s blood dripped onto Eleanora’s face. She reacted instinctively to the smell of its rich Mana, opened her mouth and accepted it.

Her heart began to regenerate rapidly. It should have been impossible for her heart to recover after being destroyed to this extent.

“I kept your death away,” Vandalieu explained. “As long as I have my Mana, no wound is fatal. I’m sure it hurts, but please do your best to heal.”

“It’s… already healed,” said Eleanora. “Thanks to your blood,” she added.

To think that I made a complete recovery after having my heart pierced through. Eleanora could feel power flowing throughout her entire body just from licking the remainders of Vandalieu’s blood on her lips.