The Sharpness of the blade pierced through Mobius's back heart, protruding from the chest.
The 'Imperial Envoy' was taken aback.
His neck stiffened as he lowered his head to look at the blood-stained blade in front of his chest.
The pain of the blade cutting through the heart swiftly stripped away the trance-like euphoria brought on by excitement.
"How dare you harm your sovereign!"
The heart-pierced Mobius exhibited no signs of weakened breath; on the contrary, he roared with a voice more forceful than before.
And, roaring, he turned around.
Yes!
He turned around!
He turned in a way that defied human anatomy!
Mobius, disregarding the slicing of the blade, in the next moment, became oriented with both face and buttocks facing the same direction.
"That's disgusting!"
"Is this about eating first, and then spraying?"
Griffin curled his lips, his face full of disgust.
Edward felt the same, but Edward was looking for a weapon.
He was ready to help.
