"Leave it to me from here."
Migaya gently pressed his daughter's shoulder, his dark eyes tinged with a trace of tenderness, then turned with calmness to face the distant formidable foe, the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses.
This enemy of the Blood Clan is very strong.
But not that strong.
"Father..."
Hugh choked, slowly releasing the fabric of Migaya's clothes that she had grabbed subconsciously, tears flowing like a breached dam.
She knew Migaya had to go to battle.
"Night Bishop Migaya, you and your bastard daughter can die together."
Ulysses did not give them a chance, the swirling telekinesis around him transformed into a rotating crescent blade, sweeping towards the father and daughter.
He knew the Night Bishop was specially recruited by the Pope of the Rebirth Church as a research-type bishop, originally the weakest of the ten bishops, even less adept at combat than Dimensional Bishop Toriyado.
So there was nothing to fear.
"..."
