"Those guys that call the Crimson Raven, a goddess." Cynthia was disgusted but it was the truth.
"There are many martial artists who revere her and call her their goddess." Cynthia looked at Iwan with the same disgust that she had for the said group of martial artists.
But, Cynthia had no idea that each of her words was like a knife and as Iwan heard her words, these knives were being pushed into his chest.
"Uff." Iwan moaned in pain as he could feel the taste of iron around his mouth.
No matter how great his core was, how high his endurance was now, it didn't matter as these words were like a heart attack for him.
Blood seeped out of his mouth, and Cynthia was left stunned by the view.
"I would rather die than call the Crimson Raven a Goddess." Iwan shouted at Cynthia while also remembering the time when he had indeed thought of the Crimson Raven as a beautiful maiden that had descended from heaven.
