"Have you forgotten that I can use Resurrection Magic? It doesn't matter if you kill the Prince. There's no value in that hostage."
It sounded cold-blooded, but that was just a simple fact.
Jane Ursula was also here—an expert at Soul Magic. With both of us present, there was no way we would be bothered about something as trivial as death.
Plus...
"You really think your attack is faster than me?" Serah Crimson grinned, staring at the cornered man.
Before he would have even had the chance to kill the shivering Prince, Serah would have taken his life.
Damien was surrounded by powerful members of each race—a situation I had created for the very purpose of exposing him.
"What now?" I sneered at Damien, leaking the condescending smile I had been saving for this moment.
Fabian was paralyzed by his assaulter's Magic, and could only whimper like a dog. His expression morphed into betrayed surprise as his whole world came crumbling down.
