"My enemies are far stronger than you think. Even I, myself, am not confident of surviving. In the beginning, all of you chose to follow me out of desperation. But right now, I will give you a chance to choose." Saleen looked like he was narrating an event which was not related to him. His blue eyes were as pure as lake water in the spring, clear and cold.
The four magic beast swordsmen looked at each other blankly, at a loss for what to say. Even if they were to leave Saleen, they would not be able to live peacefully either, unless Emperor Jupiter stopped pursuing them.
With a solemn expression, Jola asked, "If I choose to leave, will the sword be taken back?"
The sword Jola was referring to was Tears, which had been specially made by Aini.
"Of course," Saleen replied firmly.
