Chapter 585: Post-processing (8)
It was a phrase I had heard somewhere before.
Direct intent to kill is terrifying, but it is not the most frightening thing.
Knowing that the opponent wants to kill you, you can be afraid, but at the same time, you can prepare for it.
However, when the opponent’s actions deviate far beyond common sense and the expected, when you can't even guess where their foundation lies, it becomes terrifying, as someone once said.
In the past, I thought that was nonsense. Even after narrowly escaping death multiple times, I couldn't feel the weight of those words. But now, I understood that they were true.
"Why are you so afraid, my little kitten?" With a fresh smile that would not feel out of place, the First Prince, staring at me, was more terrifying than the Dark God I faced yesterday.
"Lady Arln?"
With an uncertain tone and a hand extended toward me, I quickly stepped back, unwilling to touch it.
If it were up to me, I’d want to strike the First Prince’s head with my mace and knock some sense into him, but the surrounding situation was too tense for me to draw my weapon.
<Lucy, would you try speaking the way I told you to?> ‘Won’t it make the situation worse if I speak?’ <Don’t worry. No one here can harm you. So just destroy his self-esteem without hesitation.> ‘...No. I shouldn’t do that.’
Normally, I’d have been told to keep quiet, but why is he suddenly saying this?
Of course, I’d like to do that, but I can’t! I don’t want to stack up more karmic debt here!