To make sure his opponent could see it, after taking out his pistol, Shade deliberately raised it high—aiming it at the giant's face:
"This gun in my hand can kill with a single shot. I don't mind telling you that it still has nine bullets. Even if your resistance is strong enough, you can't possibly come through nine bullets unscathed.
So, to avoid wasting time—or my bullets—could we settle this more peacefully? For example, do you like playing cards?"
"That weapon is indeed formidable."
The crowned Giant King gave a deep laugh:
"But if you can defeat me head-on, then aside from that flame, I can give you a drop of blood."
"What blood?"
"The blood of an Ancient Thunder Titan. It is a treasure I have guarded ever since the kingdom fell in the Second Epoch. I once considered using it to restore the kingdom, but too much time has passed. Far too much. You are a descendant of giants. This is an opportunity you will never encounter again."
"I am not a descendant of giants. I need to make that clear."
Though he very much wanted the item, the Outlander had never been one to take such an advantage. This was something that bore the revival of an entire race; perhaps it might even be tainted by Destiny. But Miss Violet's voice sounded behind Shade, stern and serious:
"Shade, don't be foolish. Accept it."
The giant did not care about Shade's words:
"Whether you are a giant is not determined by what you say. I place no conditions on you. Defeat me head-on, and take it with you. I will give you three minutes to prepare."
Having said that, it closed its eyes and stood there with its sword in hand, like a black statue.
Shade turned to