Watching the visitor before him, Selin abruptly stood up. The Blood Moon streamed through his hair, illuminating half of his astonished face.
"You... why would you..."
"It's probably just to see the expression on your face right now."
Ash chuckled, "'Ash Heath, who had never learned swordsmanship, faced an arrogant Elf Swordsman in battle and miraculously defeated him. After escaping from prison, he found the person who framed him and began his revenge, thus starting a life full of ups and downs'—what do you think of this script?"
"By the way, don't make any sudden moves, or my fingers might slip."
Selin suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and warm liquid began to seep into his collar.
"Don't look down, or your head might fall off," Ash said seriously, his right hand forming a sword finger pointing at the Elf professor.
He pulled out a long sword from under his tongue, propping it on the ground, his 'Sword Barrier' Technique Spirit, Miracle, was already ready.
