Davis almost laughed at Shirley's sweet and shy expression, but he radiantly turned to look at the Fire Phoenix Mistress and moved his lips.
"What are the chances for failure, in which case it obviously ends up in her death?"
The Fire Phoenix Mistress blinked before she turned to look at the Ice Phoenix Mistress.
"Little sister?"
"With you here and us, the chances that she will survive infusion with my blood is less than twenty-five percent."
"What if we add this into the mix?"
"…!?"
Davis raised his hand as a grayish-white gaseous aura emerged from the tip of his finger, causing the Ice and Fire Phoenix Mistresses' pupils to dilate. They couldn't believe what they were seeing at this moment, their remnant souls shaking with intensity.
"Life Laws!"
"Human, you've shown us a pleasant surprise!"
