Moreover, without even using a name or any other ritual, she could cast "Death's Finger" anytime, bringing forth pure death to the point where Ivita was pointing, summoning death upon her enemy's forehead.
By now, the Knight Marquis had been taken away by the real death summoned by Ivita, with no chance for relief.
"I... won't you struggle a bit more?" the Knight Marquis exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening as he faced death, thinking Ivita was desperately seeking wisdom, but he was killed before he could finish his sentence.
In fact, he had some intentions of surrendering but merely wanted to hold out a little longer, to bargain for a better deal.
Ivita said coldly, "Since you refused me, only death can follow. If you were a steadfastly loyal servant, no persuasion from me would be useful, and if you were a person full of lies, your surrender would be worthless to me."
Ivita looked at Witch Levinair. "So what sort of person are you, Witch?"
