"My beloved soulmate asked me a request just not long ago. Her exact words were, stall me some time. Thus, I am here to do just that."
The dark spear within Fabian's grip trembled, making him glance at it and smirk. A dark shroud came from his spear, sending a sense of dread down Miguel's spine.
'No,' whispered Miguel in his heart, shifting his attention to Giselle. "Giselle!! Stop this —"
CLANG!
Miguel nearly bit his tongue when the dark spear suddenly appeared before him. Thanks to his fast reflexes, he blocked the attack on time. If he was a bit slow, Miguel would've lost a limb that second.
"That's rude, Count." Fabian smiled until his eyes were squinting. "Isn't your priority this ceremony? You should let the chief leader do what she must do."
Miguel ground his teeth. "What are you two planning?"
