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Even though Schleya's blade was just an inch away from his neck, Davis didn't move because he simultaneously realized that her blade didn't exude any energy at all. It wasn't even Crescentblood but just an ordinary Mortal Grade curved blade.

"What's wrong?"

Davis couldn't help but ask as he saw Schleya's hand tremble as though she would continue to swing the blade at him anytime. He wasn't worried about that but worried about her mental state, which was clearly fluctuating with chaotic emotions.

"Why didn't you counter me?"

Schleya had her head lowered, asking in a low voice as she shuddered.

'Why…? I mean, you were so slow that I could even defend at this range...'

Davis didn't know what to say as he had his soul force encased on his body to his tyrannical aura. He was about, to be honest, but then Schleya raised her head, looking at him with teary eyes.

"Weren't you curious about my past?"