"Eh?"
Seeing Fang Li suddenly grip his dagger and abandon his gun, Stiyl froze.
"..."
Kanzaki, however, tightened her grip on the long sword still sheathed at her side, her gaze turning grave.
Because Kanzaki clearly sensed it.
The instant he gripped the dagger, the atmosphere radiating from the person before her completely changed.
Originally, Kanzaki could only sense the aura an ordinary person should possess from him.
But at that moment, all she could sense from him was coldness.
Like a blade drawn from its sheath, sharp and frigid, with even a faint killing intent that pricked at the skin.
That abrupt transformation was precisely why Stiyl had frozen.
Yet Kanzaki instead felt that this was his true face, as though gears had suddenly meshed together and everything had become natural.
At this point, how could Kanzaki not understand?
"You are no ordinary person at all."
It was the intuition of a Saint, as well as the judgment of one of London's top ten magicians.
Fang Li had only one response.
"Is that important?"
Fang Li nimbly spun the dagger in his hand and spoke calmly and directly.
"What matters is that I'm about to take something important from your hands."
The merciless declaration was practically designed to provoke hostility.
There was no helping it. That was Fang Li's personality.
Therefore, many people disliked Fang Li, while very few liked him.
Stiyl was among the former.
As for Kanzaki, she was neither. She merely fell silent for a while before expressing her agreement.
"You're right. No matter who you are, if you intend to take something important from us, that alone is enough for us to cross blades."
With that resolve, Kanzaki became serious.
"Though I had not intended to reveal my Magic Name at first, it seems you