As they were close to each other, Curtis could feel the sudden tensing of the female's body. With his lips curled up coldly, he grabbed the petite hand—that was preparing to attack the back of his neck using a sharp seashell—with his backhand.
Jean's face—that was ridiculously fair, to begin with—turned as white as dead ash instantly. With her hand forced to clench due to the tight grip around it, she felt a piercing pain from her fingers. Blood droplets of a vibrant shade of red slipped down her fair and delicate fingers.
"Ah! Let go of me." Jean yelped in pain.
Curtis tossed her hand away. When Jean saw how much blood she had lost, she nearly fainted from shock.
Seeing that the snake beastman was prepared to send her into the sea, Jean retreated in spite of the pain and shrieked loudly. "No! Don't send me back there!"
Curtis cast a lazy glance at her. "Up to you."
With that, Curtis left in a suave manner.
