"Let go!"
Blood seeped from Colin's mouth, but his tone remained calm and strong.
The golden hues in Cynthia's eyes gradually faded, and her sanity returned.
So, she was scared of the man before her eyes, whose eyes were blood-red.
A crazy person is always afraid of someone crazier.
Thus, Cynthia loosened her grip on her sword.
Colin disregarded the long sword plunged through his chest, as if it didn't exist at all.
"Who told you I pretended to be your brother?"
"Shouldn't you treat your wounds first?"
"Shut up!" Colin slightly increased his pressure, and a small cut appeared on Cynthia's throat.Crimson blood trickled down. "I don't want to ask again!"
Madman!
Cynthia cursed in her heart.
In this male-dominated world, Cynthia, a female knight, had naturally borne more criticism and doubt.
So she had girded herself in madness, like a tough armor.
"The madwoman from the Sudor family"
"The Church's fanatic"
"The bloodthirsty wild rose"
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