Was maintaining a human form meant to imitate something?
Did that pleasing face exist to make people lower their guard upon first meeting?
Was that incomprehensible sense of security she felt from someone she had just met some kind of illusion?
Scylla had never hesitated to regard anyone capable of defeating her master with the utmost caution.
Still, even if she might fall into an even more unpredictable Abyss afterward, it had to be better than Surt, right?
Although Scylla had never denied the debt she owed that master for saving her life and teaching her, the sharp sword hanging above her head, never knowing when it would fall, had fixed her life in place.
Leaving only the words "grow stronger" in Scylla's life.
Everything was for that deathmatch that could arrive at any moment in the future.
Unable to determine whether the person before her would bring a turning point in her life or an even more terrifying Abyss, Scylla spoke her mind frankly.
"Guh, kill me. While I still don't think too badly of you."
Even so... Scylla had already prepared herself to resist.
Even if that resistance might amount to nothing.
"???"
Chen Li froze.
Damn it. It seemed like he had already made a bad impression when meeting his disciple for the first time.
"I feel like there are a lot of misunderstandings between us. Anyway, come here first. Give me your hand." After letting go of Scylla's strangely delightful cheek, Chen Li extended his hand toward her.
Scylla did not hesitate and directly offered him her right hand.
At most, it was just a limb condensed from Abyssal power. If he harbored ill intent, she could simply discard it.
Besides, if he had intended her harm, he could have acted just now.
Grasping Scylla's hand,