Amplify the magnitude...
Without a word, Ji Liushuang watched Honma inside the pure-white Sword Prison.
With Professor Fu's careful explanation, she had successfully filled in the missing link in the chain of logic.
Some invisible force really was driving Honma to answer the question.
That drive was so powerful that, after he refused to comply, an astonishing ecstasy began to build within him.
It was also the source of the faint, bizarre twist in his expression.
Honma was being swallowed by a surging ecstasy, and he didn't want anyone to notice.
Whether he had volunteered his impressions at the start or pretended he would refuse the test at the end, he had done his best to conceal it.
Of course, he also seemed to have one other option: give the wrong answer.
Unfortunately, her strike had completely ruled out that possibility.
As expected, Professor Fu had never believed they could be cured.
Ji Liushuang sighed inwardly.
In truth, deep down, how was she any different?
From the first time she had encountered them, she had sensed their condition through Sword Heart Clarity. She should have foreseen this despair long ago, but—
"Hope is a beautiful thing, but sometimes it shines so brightly that people overlook everything else."
Professor Fu's instruction came again at just the right moment. He gazed at the silent Honma with the same expression as before.
"When pursuing knowledge, it's best to bring it out only during brief breaks, to comfort yourself."
Was her judgment still being affected by her personal preferences?
As an attentive student, Ji Liushuang clearly grasped the meaning of her mentor's final summation.
By now, she could sense the other thing beneath Honma's composed facade, which he was struggling to maintain—as if it had come alive.
Each scorching breath carved another discordant