And the process of that transformation would naturally be accompanied by unbearable pain.
"---!!"
Realizing that Black Jeanne had no intention of even dodging or blocking, Lianye raised a hand and pulled the rebounding halberd upward. The extending, springing halberd brushed past the Dragon Witch's body and stabbed into the air above her.
The gust from the vibrating halberd swept past, lifting a lovely strand of Black Jeanne's pale golden hair.
The girl abruptly opened her pale-gold eyes. She felt the powerful gust from the halberd, yet she did not feel the tearing sensation of it piercing through her body. That left her utterly confused.
"What? Didn't you want to kill me? Come on, end this battle. It all comes down to this final strike!"
The corner of Black Jeanne's lips curled up as she taunted him with contempt.
If it had been anyone else making that "French disdain" expression at him, Lianye would have skewered them with his halberd long ago instead of wasting breath. He was not an M; he would not get excited by Black Jeanne's sneering expression and arrogant words—at most, he felt just the tiniest bit excited.
But if he really did that to Black Jeanne, the malicious intent of Masters from Black Jeanne protection associations all over the world would probably gather together and burn him at the stake.
"Who the hell told you I wanted to kill you?!"
Lianye held down the halberd, propped his chin up with his left hand, and put on a serious, contemplative expression.
Had he? Had he ever said he wanted to kill Black Jeanne? Absolutely not!
After all, from the moment he had entered this Singularity, Lianye had told Mash and the others that he rather supported the Dragon Witch's revenge.
"..."
Black Jeanne was rendered speechless