Pressure

Atrina witnessed everything with gazes of disbelief.

Xeriche who had the title of Dual Blade shared the same gaze as well but he was different from Atrina; he knew he was in deep trouble.

The pain from his wrist kept stimulating his brain, warning him that if he didn't want to end up like Anderson, he had to run.

Fortunately, his wrists were hurt, not his legs.

As for the possibility of never wielding a sword anymore for the rest of his life?

Xeriche couldn't even spare his thought about that, all he wished for was to stay alive.

So, Xeriche the Dual Blade who was infamous for being bold and reckless in Naveya turned and ran, but the moment he turned, he stopped.

He didn't even finish his first step out because a long rapier pierced the air and its sharp tip was pointed at his neck.

The sharp tip instantly pushed up to Xeriche's neck, cutting his skin.

"My lord, I didn't mean to offend you, it's just that…"

Puk!