Lucian drew his sword. "I suggest that you let us go if you don't want your life to end here."
The Owner laughed. "And what made you think that you could defeat me, boy?"
"There are seven of us and only three of you," Cecily said.
The Owner loosened his stance and tapped his fan on his chin. "True. But numbers don't decide anything. I have tons of items with me, and I'm very sure that I'll be able to escape while either one or two of you will disappear in the face of Septverden."
Rosa snorted. "He's bluffing."
But the sweat on Rosa's face said otherwise.
If the Owner could pull out an item like the Scrolls of Chronus that was capable of freezing a Rank-S beast, then he certainly had more. He was a black-market dealer, and one thing that he didn't lack was resources.
Cecily looked at Lucian, waiting for his signal.
Fifi shifted her head left and right, didn't know where to focus.
Kai was biting his nails off.
