Siana dragged Thousand Shadows behind her as she slowly approached Don Juan.
His nerves were being torn apart by excruciating pain. Don Juan could barely hold the Demon Tide greatsword, let alone fight back.
All he could do was brace his hands against the floor and inch backward until he was slumped against the wall.
"Hah, hah—"
The terrible pain left Don Juan drenched in sweat, his pupils trembling uncontrollably.
Watching Siana raise her sword, he spoke in a quavering voice. "Hss—can we settle this peacefully?"
Siana arched a delicate brow. "Now, of all times? Don Juan, you must be joking!"
Don Juan hurriedly blurted out, "Siana, why are you doing this? I—I treated you well! I was the one who bought you out of that orphanage!"
Siana snorted coldly. "If not for your Black Tide Society's schemes, I would never have ended up in that orphanage!"
Terror spread across Don Juan's face. "You knew—you knew all along? Since when? No, wait! My father was the one who killed your parents! And I killed that old bastard myself! If you look at it that way, I'm your benefactor!"
Siana shook her head. There was no talking to someone like this. He had already started spouting nonsense.
Just then, the sounds of clashing outside the window suddenly stopped, replaced by a series of explosions.
Lude—how much longer could he hold out?
One minute—could he really last that long?
I can't wait any longer!
At that thought, she raised Thousand Shadows, aiming for Don Juan's neck. "Enough talk. Die, Don Juan!"
"You can't kill me!"
At that moment of life and death, Don Juan suddenly roared.
"You can't kill me! The one holding my brother back outside is with you, right? He's willing to risk his life for you, so he must