Chapter 47. Mud Fight

Marissa’s POV

I threw away my sword on the ground and cracked my bones again. I also tightened my ponytail for my hair to be a massive destruction. With swiftness, I wiped the sweat from my face and neck with the back of my hand. After a short fixation and physical condition of my body, I turned to Uriel who was only stashing one hand in his pocket, while his other hand was still holding the mug.

I smirk was plastered on his lips. His smirk grew wider after he sipped casually on his coffee. After that, he placed the mug on a cemented ground. I think it was already empty.

“Okay, let’s see what you got, little countess,” he said with a bragging tone.

I really hate how he underestimates me.

“I am not the real countess,” I corrected him and prepared my combat stance.

He said and stretched his arms before he did his stance. At first, we just stared at each other’s eyes, savoring the silence of nature. He started to step sideway on the