"How could I joke with my man's name before outsiders?"
The straightforward and indifferent tone employed by Yvonne effortlessly convinced Erhardt of the truth of her words. His mind spun, his teeth sank into his lower lips, while his face was twisted by rage, rancor, and jealousy.
"Who? Who is it?! Tell me now!"
He roared, and empowered by his holy force, his cry hammered the eardrums of the gathered experts.
Those beneath the Crossed Tribulation Saint Rank saw blood trickling down their ears, and their minds shaken by violent tremors.
Still, Yvonne remained undisturbed. Stretching out her hand, she summoned Hell's Reach, her lineage weapon, and aimed it at Erhardt.
"I'm afraid I won't."
Such words did nothing to ease his ire, which only grew more pronounced. He raised his hand, and dazzling sunrays shone within.
However, before he could strike, he pulled in a deep sigh and lowered it.
