'Hmm,'
After looking at Depro, who was killed by her slap, and the gruesome corpse, Yumo stared at her hands with great consternation.
It seemed,
'I might have overestimated the physical strength of a sixth-rank human.'
'To think that just one slap would send the opponent's head flying.'
'It seemed that I must control my strength in the future and not treat humans the same way I treated the abyssal demons. These creatures were just too fragile.'
The black-haired girl made a silent decision in her heart.
Then,
Yumo slowly turned around and looked at the pink-haired girl lying on the ground, who was already on the brink of death.
Actually,
In the past, numerous people would die in the Winter Forest each year, and Yumo would mostly not bother to intervene.
She would let these people fend for themselves.
In a certain sense, Yumo had already become numb to such incidents.
