"Hmm?"
Up until this moment, the ladies still hadn't realized what Shard was doing.
And so, they saw a silver arc of light appear at Shard's fingertips. He frowned slightly, listening intently to the guidance of the force she provided, then pressed his finger against his skin. With a gentle downward swipe, it was quite clean and crisp, as blood and flesh parted to the sides, blood splattering onto the table, staining his clothes, and shocking everyone.
Even the Twelfth Rank Grand Witch couldn't immediately react to what Shard had done. It wasn't until she saw Shard point his hand toward his own chest, pointing at his fervent heart, that she widened her eyes and instinctively leaned back into her chair.
"Although it hurts, it's bearable. If my heart were to be pierced in battle, it wouldn't affect my combat effectiveness."
