"Stop struggling. This is the most powerful property of my artifact. Once it draws blood, it induces an intense paralysis."
The little girl spun around cheerfully, walked behind Kaily, and let the twin blades extending from her sleeves hover back and forth near Kaily's neck. "Richard, where do you think I should start? Which part do you like to stab? I still prefer the neck. You get to watch a fountain."
"Please… spare my son."
Kaily fell into despair. Knowing she was doomed, she clenched her teeth and begged, "My son is innocent. Please let him…"
"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Richard is my lord. We've already formed a contract."
The little girl stepped back with exaggerated theatrics, laughing teasingly. "Don't tell me you didn't know. Oh right, I forgot to tell you."
Kaily refused to believe it. In her eyes, the cultist before her had simply brainwashed her son.
