The taut bowstring makes a soft sound like a piano sound. Parnasas involuntarily indulged in it, almost ignoring the pain of a torn fingertip.

The pliable bowstring cut deep wounds in his fingers, as if to express some kind of anger and rejection. The longbow belonged to Somur's family, and may have developed a hazy consciousness over the years. Panasses had no intention of seizing it, and of course he would return it to Saumur's family...... But at this moment, it will have to be used by him.

A broken longbow can be returned as well...... It is even more appropriate to send it back with the remains of its owner.

He thought nonchalantly, letting go of the bowstring, not even deliberately aiming for it.

His prey was no longer able to escape, so he could only bend down and half-kne, barely avoiding the invisible arrows—they were thinner, but they were divided into a dozen, and it was difficult to avoid them completely when they were out of sight.

Blood stained half of his body. The long silver hair that had been tied up was scattered in a mess, and strands of blood were sticking together. The King of Grivar had probably never been in such a mess. He tried to stand up, but his body shook and eventually he fell to his knees again.

Parnasas slowly lowered his longbow and took a few steps closer, looking down at him. It was a pleasing angle to him—no wonder humans like to make their opponents bow down as a sign of submission.

Payne looked up, and Parnasus' brief pleasure vanished in an instant.

There was a brilliance in those dark green eyes that he had not been able to take away. Under his silent gaze, Parnasses felt in a trance that he was the one who was being looked down on.

The spontaneous anger was mixed with some kind of tyrannical impulse, and he almost wanted to raise his leg and kick it in the face.

But Payne swung his sword sharply, and the longsword slashed sideways into his calf. The wind of the broken sword was still fierce, but the wielder had lost the power to control it.

The sword was exhausted halfway through, so it could only slash diagonally. Panasses easily dodged the blow and kicked Payne in the wrist.

The sword came out of his hand and landed far outside the circle.

"If you still want to stall and wait for someone to save you," said Panasses, disdainfully, "it may be more useful to kneel here honestly and beg for my mercy." ”

“...... Kindness?" Payne rubbed his wrist and asked faintly, "Do you have anything like that?"

At the edge of the line of sight was Somur's corpse, and a little further away was Olin...... The muscles in the corners of Panasus' eyes jumped uncontrollably. He wished he could keep a calm face, like Helenor standing outside the circle and watching coldly, but there was still something beating in his dark soul that made him feel uneasy.

"How much better can you be than me?" he gritted his teeth, "you dare to say that you don't know anything about what is going on here, you brought me here, you deceived me, you tempted me...... What you do, what you want, how is it different from me?!"

"I could ask you the same question—do you dare say you don't know anything?" Payne staggered to his feet, "I did hide a lot, and I did test you...... But I thought that together we would have a chance to deal with the real enemy. ”

"Who do you think you are?" Panasses sneered, "Do you think that a little 'test' of charity can be exchanged for sincerity and loyalty? I am also the leader of a clan, not a dog who needs to wag his tail around you and beg for mercy!"

“...... You're right. After a moment of silence, Payne admitted, "It's that I didn't treat you as a respectable companion in the first place, and suspicion and temptation don't pay off." But...... Have you ever had a 'heart'?"

Panasses' pupils shrank slightly.

He couldn't answer that question...... But why did he have to answer?

He raised his longbow again and aimed it in Payne's eyes—he hated them.

As he pulled the bowstring, he changed direction and turned to Helenor outside the circle.

Payne was already certain to die. But before that, what can't be let go is the guy who calculates him, uses him, and tries in vain to reap the benefits.

The Scythe of Light still swirls and dances around. Although they did not harm Helenor, they were obviously out of Helenno's control, and they came and went with an inexplicable excitement, but they never entered the circle.

Their low hum seemed to change the tune...... But Panasses did not understand and did not have the patience to listen. Whatever they were, as long as he had absolute power, he would no longer be afraid.

“...... Idiot. Helenno spoke, with undisguised contempt and disgust, "It's not me that you should be worried about right now. ”

Panasses glared at her fiercely, and the longbow turned again, and countless arrows shot out of the silent opening.

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The wind whipped in with a screeching sound...... There were also dense flying insects like a curtain of light.

Ed's scalp exploded and he waved his hand without thinking. The flat wall of wind probably wouldn't stop the Scythe of Light, but at least it could stop the arrows that were being fired at them—though his dazzling eyes didn't see anything clearly, judging by the sounds...... That's supposed to be an arrow, right?

But he forgot how much the Scythe of Light "loved" magic.

As he tried to control them, countless flying insects had already swarmed in, turning the invisible wall of wind into a dazzling wall of light.

The whistling arrows pierced through the instantly destroyed wall of wind, and the tips of the arrows that pierced directly shone with light, but quickly collapsed and dissipated in front of Ed's eyes as if they were corroded by acid, becoming part of the light curtain.

Only then did Ed react, and these flying insects, friend and foe, devoured his defenses and devoured the enemy's attacks without discrimination...... And as a result, the number has increased.

He couldn't laugh and cry, and he was creepy—this thing would be a big problem if it wasn't under control.

However, it was the power of the soul that controlled them, and his current power was not enough...... Or maybe he didn't find the right way?

At this moment, there was no one to teach him what to do, and he didn't have time to think about it. The moment the door opened, he saw Payne...... He was clearly not lightly injured.

“...... Your blood. ”

Sacess's voice was soft, but it could easily penetrate the scythe's louder and louder hum.

It dawned on Ed - let's be simple and crude!

Without hesitation, he drew his dagger and cut a deep cut in his palm, grinning and flicking his hand to let the blood splatter, feeling depressed that he felt like a large humanoid flower desperately trying to emit its fragrance, trying to attract all the bees to him, so that they would be fascinated and unable to care about anything else.

He did it. But as all the Scythes of Light swooped down on him in ecstasy, he involuntarily took a step back and subconsciously closed his eyes - too bright...... They're not going to gnaw on him, are they?!

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