Gremman's voice, laced with a faint hint of temptation and coaxing, was still speaking in that unhurried rhythm.
He even spread his arms wide, laying his whole front bare and unobstructed before Lann.
"Perhaps... just one glance?"
He suggested, clearly entertained.
"With just one glance, you'll see through what's wrong with me, then cut me down with a single stroke, won't you?"
"Why not take a look? Just like in all those fights you've had before: see through the enemy, then take them apart calmly, step by step."
Lann's hand, which was unconsciously spinning the blade-flower with the Lady of the Lake's Sword, faltered by a fraction of a heartbeat.
Fortunately, Gremman didn't notice; in fact, even Lann himself barely registered it.
The Demon Hunter merely let the curve of his lips widen a little further after Gremman's last line.
"You mean Spiritual Vision."
Lann laid it bare without ceremony.
But then, the young man's tone shifted.
