"I hate lessers," Sypha mumbled with a smile as she looked at the man in agony.
Kurt fell back on the ground, his gaze trembling violently as he felt familiarity.
"H-highblood?" His broken voice echoed, his body crawling back instinctively.
His left hand moved to block the blood leaking from his other hand.
Sypha's smile never wavered as she looked down at him, blood dripping from her hand.
"Let's see, blue-skinned, huh?" As her gaze bored into him, she mumbled, "Are you related to Demiurge?"
Kurt slowly stood up, his legs trembling as he did.
Sypha tilted her head in confusion while looking at him, her lips parted, "...A lesser trying to stand up in front of me, huh?"
His scalp turned numb at her words, his body instinctively trying to move away from her.
But he steeled his heart as he firmly held his ground.
With a swift movement, he twisted his wrist, dagger aimed at her throat.
"Tch."
