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- The ground had caved in. No, it hadn’t—it was a pitfall.
- Shalltear may have been able to evade it, but apparently the vampire wasn’t fast enough to avoid losing her footing.
- “Are you serious?”
- This vampire was a low-level minion with no trap detection skills. There was nothing that could be done about that. That’s why Shalltear had forgiven her before, but she couldn’t help but let a disappointed comment slip out, even knowing all that.
- Then she pasted a grin on her face. It wasn’t kind, full of good-will, or embarrassed. Certainly a pitfall in front of the entrance to a cave should have been predictable. She felt foolish for not having thought of it and angry about being caught. It was those emotions that bubbled up and manifested as a smile.
- That a minion of Shalltear Bloodfallen, guardian of multiple levels of the glorious Great Tomb of Nazarick, should have been caught in such a trap was inexcusable. Words brimming with murderous intent escaped her lips. “I’ll butcher you! Get the hell out of there!”
- The vampire leaped out and appeared on the edge of the pit. She was unharmed; just her clothes had gotten dirty.
- ***
- Volume 3, Chapter 2.1
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