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Yves King knew very well that anyone who survived in that ruthlessly cruel place called Black Paradise couldn't possibly have a sound mind. Under the pressing circumstances, Yves was forced to retract his encouraging intention and heighten his vigilance. The warmth in his eyes suddenly turned cold, his face became stern in a flash. Relying solely on his keen reflexes, he swerved his body slightly, skilfully evading the fatal stab to his chest.
Next, with a quiet shout, he grabbed the arm holding the rope, firmly clasping her arm, the one holding the dagger, with his elbow. His inexhaustible strength allowed him to forcefully lift them both. Such a difficult maneuver, requiring terrifying strength, was probably something only Yves King could pull off.
More than that, he clamped her arm with his elbow and spun around, causing her a painful jolt, which finally made the dagged slip from her delicate hand and fall onto the wool carpet.