"Does this count as surrender?"
Bronya took off her glasses and stepped forward to look at the little bird curled up in fright. "Doesn't seem like it. She hasn't even thrown away her weapon. She's probably still hoping for luck. Better get rid of her."
Clang.
On instinct, Raven threw her finger blades to the ground and raised both hands over her head.
Then she realized what she had done.
The moment the thought of surrender surfaced in her mind, her body had already acted before she could stop it.
"What a coward."
Zhao Bai remarked as he sheathed his sword.
Raven was not actually a coward.
She could fight the strongest enemies, and even when she lost, she would not hesitate to drag them down with her. But when facing it—facing the weapon of the legendary Venerable Lord—she no longer had even the slightest thought of resistance.
Not even a little.
How had things turned out like this?
Raven turned her head, slowly lowering the hands she had held above her head as though she had made up her mind.
"Guh... kill me."
"Is something wrong with this woman's head?"
Zhao Bai still had to coordinate with the police and write an annoying mission report. He had no time to play prisoner knight games with Raven. Even if she wore a suggestive pale white bodysuit beneath her cloak, with full, teardrop-like breasts, it was useless.
"Bronya, do you know how to interrogate people?"
"A little."
Bronya answered, apparently not wanting to recall the history from back then.
"Then I'll leave her to you."
After kicking Raven's weapon aside, Bronya carefully searched her body, making sure she had no metal on her. Even her cloak was removed.
Once the cloak came off, Raven's figure was fully revealed.
Really... full.
Bronya