Nailisi stuck out her tongue. It was over a foot long and she licked the burned face of the silver grand swordmaster, taking a deep breath. For some reason, with a delicacy in front of her, she was no longer stammering at all.
"Young punk, I haven’t had anyone to eat for ten thousand years. I remember that it’s best to start from the legs. You have a strong will to live, so by saving your heart and brain for last, you won’t die so quickly."
The silver grand swordmaster’s face was licked clean by Nailisi. His face was twitching. He was controlling his fear, and still had not begged for mercy.
"Actually, I don’t want you to confess anything either. Only then will I have a reason to eat you. I know my master doesn’t want me to do that. Hence, I need you to cooperate with me. When I start eating you, you need to scream helplessly. Let everyone outside know that I tried to force you to confess but you were too strong willed, okay?"
