Yunael tried to get up, but as soon as they lifted their head, a strong dizziness hit them. They were seeing three or four duplicates of the same thing, and then the numbers of duplicates fluctuated repeatedly. Their temples throbbed, and they were unable to regain their senses. Yunael’s head spun like a top.

Ziing—Even while feeling intense dizziness, Yunael managed to tuck their chin back in and was startled to find Chi-Woo right in front of them, gazing at them silently with downcast eyes. Although Yunael usually never backed down or shrank back in fear, they couldn’t help but flinch this time. Chi-Woo’s eyes revealed no emotion; there was no sense of victory or ridicule.

It only conveyed one thought—to forcibly bring them back if they didn’t listen. There was nothing else. At this rate, Yunael might really be forced to return. They clenched their teeth and tried to stand up, but a sharp pain shot down their neck. It was a cold, metallic sensation.

“Don’t move an inch.” Yunael heard a different voice other than Chi-Woo’s; it was Emmanuel. “No, it’s up to you to decide. Please move, so I can stab you without reservation.” He spoke in an icy cold tone and put more strength into the hand holding his fleuret.

Chi-Woo saw Emmanuel’s cold eyes and withdrew his half-raised foot. He had planned to kick Yunael’s chin and knock them out, but judging by the situation, that seemed unnecessary. Chi-Woo raised his...