"If I have to die by your hand, can I at least choose how I die, Emma?"
Listening to Emma's outwardly fierce but inwardly weak threat, Heisenberg gently pinched her earlobe and continued.
"After all, there are certain ways of dying that would make me very happy, right?"
"In your dreams!"
The White Queen hurriedly shook her head, then fiercely shoved away Heisenberg's hand from beneath the swell of her lower back.
"Your ability is truly incredible, Heisenberg. You restored my diamond form.
Only like this am I worthy of the title White Queen. Thank you very much.
But even so, don't take my words lightly.
Believe me, Charles's psychic abilities, enhanced by Cerebro, are truly far, far beyond mine!
I can already control everyone in an entire city at once, but even I can't last a single second before him. Not even one second!!!"
Emma was terribly worried. She truly didn't want her future White King and partner to let arrogance lead Charles to discover his weakness.
Looking at Emma's beautiful face, full of worry and faint anger at once.
Heisenberg shrugged and chuckled softly.
"Okay, I understand your concern, darling.
But I have my reasons for being confident.
Believe me, I'll say this to you one last time. Believe me, Emma!"
"I want to believe you, but... I..."
As Emma spoke, she raised her head melancholy and looked into Heisenberg's eyes. The confidence in his gaze left her especially powerless.
So, after a moment, she nodded helplessly.
"Fine, I believe you. At least, I believe you for now.
But you have to promise me that we'll make time to visit New York. I need to find a reason that won't get Charles to attack me, so you and I can see Charles in person again!
I hope that