Visarch had been moved by Yvraine's words deep down, but he showed no sign of agreement, just as he had always behaved before.
"You haven't really become his servant, have you?" Visarch suddenly said, deliberately replacing the key word in the sentence with local slang used by Commorragh nobles.
If the Succubi and Raiders of Commorragh origin among the Ynnari had heard Visarch's words here, they would certainly have clapped and jeered, shouting about how viciously sharp his words were, carrying an unbearable humiliation.
For instance, that word "servant" carried heavy implications... even the most lascivious master and servant would not use such a word to describe the chaotic relationship between the two of them.
Yvraine's face visibly reddened, her jade-white features stained with the crimson hue of a sunset shining over a battlefield, mingled with the scent of blood.
She was enraged by the offense in Visarch's words, by his disgusting fantasy of her relationship with Lin Fan.
Faster than Yvraine's furious shriek was the Cronesword in her hand. Yvraine let rage fill her heart, then take control of her body as she launched an attack on Visarch.
The blade slashed straight for Visarch's neck. If he failed to defend himself, his head would surely roll to the ground.
Visarch did not draw his sword or dodge. He simply stood straight like a martyr.
With a clang, Yvraine's descending sword was blocked.
"Hmph!" Yvraine cleanly withdrew her sword, shot Visarch a glance, then angrily turned and left.
Many-Faced had appeared between them at some point. He was the one who had blocked Yvraine's reckless attack. Many-Faced looked at Visarch and warned him to watch his words, or he would be the one to end Visarch's life.
Visarch stared at Many-Faced for a while, then paced away.
Yvraine stood in