The evening breeze passing beneath the Grape Arbor made Shade, who had narrowly escaped death, tremble uncontrollably. Even a Ring Arcanist would surely die if his head exploded like a watermelon. He sat motionless, staring at the scene before him, while a voice whispered in his ear:
I thought you would throw the dice and try to roll a twenty again to twist the situation.
"No, I wouldn't gamble on luck. I only used the motion of throwing the dice to force him to shoot. Otherwise, if he became cautious and used some other method to kill me, I really would have gone to meet the Grim Reaper. Speaking of which, last time I rolled a twenty was when I countered The Puppeteer's Script. So if the Blood Spirit School sends another page from the Script, can you still help me?"
Of course.
The woman chuckled softly by Shade's ear, her voice as pleasant as ever.
A stiff smile appeared on Shade's face, and his emotions gradually settled. Still seated there, he spoke to himself in his heart:
"I'm not leaving this to chance. Since it's called the Gun of Kindness, and it can't kill a suicide, then perhaps under my luck tonight, it might work under the opposite conditions too."
Do you have another plan?
"My original plan was to fake my death, but whether I could deceive him would depend on luck as well."
After saying that, he took another deep breath and exhaled before finally feeling able to control his body, which had gone numb from the terror of impending death. His back was already soaked through, and the summer night breeze made him shiver.
Shade stood up, feeling as though he had come back to life compared to when he had sat down minutes ago. Calmly