Amidst the expectant gaze of Pei Yan and the mocking laughter of the crowd, Jessica tremblingly placed her hand on the sword hilt. Perhaps the cold longsword granted her the immense courage to dispel her inner fear. At the moment her palm touched the hilt, her body was no longer trembling as violently, and using the sword as leverage, she quickly stood up.
"What are you trying to do! Jessica, calm down! Yes, yes, I, I, I may have done some things that hurt you, but you have to think it over. Without my assistance all these years, you and your bedridden mother would not have survived!" Marisello, watching Jessica approaching him step by step with the sword in hand, truly felt the fear of death. He wasn't afraid of this weak girl who had been ravaged, but rather of Pei Yan behind her, and even more so of the Demon God's recent declaration, which had effectively sentenced him to death. The Demon God wanted to use him, a minor noble, to win over a new favored "son"!
