"What is this?" the blonde said, punctuating her question with a burst of melodic laughter. "I was expecting the East at least to put up a fight. Where is that flat-chested, bony-hipped boy-girl who felled Bramhilde all by herself? Where is that stroke of beginner's luck of Asian smithing called "Blue Wind"? This is a travesty! An absolute anti-climax! Who will ever think me the greatest of Western heroes if my finest hour consists of crushing a haggard middle- aged woman and some inbred bastard of Genghis (Patreon)