As the multitude of blood threads were about to puncture the tumor on Oda Mai's back.
Oda Mai's body tensed sharply.
Her right hand moved involuntarily toward her waist.
...Drawing her sword.
A frenzy of narration burst forth before her eyes.
[Run!]
[You can't trust him.]
[He has deceived you.]
[You will die here.]
[The 'key' behind you will be your only hope of survival.]
[You make a split-second decision.]
[A, Leave!]
[B, Leave at once!]
[C, There's a traitor, abort the mission!]
Oda Mai: "..."
Yi Lin, sensing Oda Mai's involuntary movements, roughly guessed her current predicament.
A glint in his eye, he said, "Trust me."
"Okay."
Oda Mai didn't waste words; she firmly suppressed her own hand.
But in that moment, she had the sensation of not being in control of her body. Even without such thoughts, her right hand still moved involuntarily toward the sword at her waist.
But who was Oda Mai?
