"Khhuakk.. auhk"
"It's futile."
Jezebeth beamed as he gazed at the Protector, who was in his grasp. The look of utter disbelief and despair on their faces brought nothing more than joy to Jezebeth, who wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible.
…There was once upon a time when he looked at them with the same gaze.
They reminded him of his past self.
"Hm?"
Shhhh―! He suddenly became aware of a powerful force moving in his direction from the right. Jezebeth didn't even bother to look at the attack and instead simply raised his hand in response to it.
Clank―!
The blade came to a stop on Jezebeth's hand, and dark blood dripped from his palm. Even though it hurt a little, Jezebeth didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to the discomfort.
He just wanted to take in their expressions.
…He couldn't get enough of them.
"Come now. Don't struggle anymore when the results are already set in stone."
