"No regrets?"
"Lancelot" sneered mockingly at "himself," "Using your precious control to save your enemy—she should be your enemy, right?"
As expected, Aiwass couldn't say anything.
He kept pushing Aiwass's will down—just like during the struggle by the lakeside, ceaselessly pushing another's fiercely struggling face under the water, causing them to choke and suffocate.
A mortal's soul could never compete with an Angel Envoy who harbored clear hostility—even a killing intent.
In such intense conflict, it would only gradually be torn apart.
However, Aiwass's will still had not given up.
"Lancelot" mocked, "What are you waiting for?"
"Let me tell you, I came to kill you, Aiwass. I will not let you go until I have completely torn apart your soul—and you actually dared to take the initiative to come into this body, to try to interfere with me?"
"Do you not know where you got the courage from—see clearly! Do you think you've caught me?"
