Yuuta slowly raised his eyes toward the third-strongest Upper Blood Demon standing before him. Even in his current condition, he could sense that Xue Longue was far beyond an opponent he could simply overpower. Trying to fight his way out would be suicide, but remaining here while Erza mobilized her forces was hardly any better.
How the hell am I supposed to get out of here?
His eyes quietly moved around the room until they landed on a knife beside the remains of his meal.
Xue still had his back toward him, standing near the window as he gazed across the Lower City toward the distant Demon Palace. Yuuta slowly reached for the knife and wrapped his fingers around the handle.
