Hearing this, Maria couldn't help but let out a provoking smile. She wasn't too pleased with this man, especially since both he and his subordinate, representatives of the clan whose name she didn't even know, were trying to flirt with her and looking at her with a lustful gaze.
"Yes... it's a shame. I also wanted to know why you planned to hire people from the Umbra Clan, but it's okay. I can slowly ask you after you're lying on the ground, soaking in your own blood," Maria retorted with a provocative smile.
Lysander was about to respond when Maria suddenly vanished into mist and reappeared behind him, holding two blessed blade daggers. One dagger was at his neck, almost touching his throat, creating an intense sensation of sanctification that seared his throat, while the other dagger was aimed at his back, right over the location of his heart.
