The thick fog thinned slightly.
It still shrouded most of the projections.
Sifa, however, stepped out of the fog.
Looking perfectly relaxed, he said, "Then you're welcome to try."
Seeing this utterly unremarkable-looking Hunter Angel, Catherine suddenly remembered.
She had not used her complete mythical creature form.
Neither had Sifa.
In fact, she had yet to make a move!
Catherine's expression remained unchanged as she said, "There's no need."
"If this goes any further, it will only end with one of us dead. That isn't what you want, is it?"
Sifa shrugged. "I proposed a trade from the very beginning. You were the one who refused, madam."
"If it has to end with one of us dead, I don't mind."
Catherine's composure wavered.
The succession of counterfeit rings had already left her unable to accurately gauge the intentions of the man before her.
Now it was the same.
She had no way of telling whether Sifa meant what he had just said.
Conspirers really are a nuisance...
Catherine exhaled almost imperceptibly. "I admit I entertained some unrealistic ideas earlier, but I won't do so again."
"I'm willing to hand over the Conqueror characteristic, but you must produce the genuine article as well."
Sifa chuckled. "Of course. I'm not Mr. Charles. I have no interest in this ring."
Catherine said nothing more. She took out the lady's purse, reached inside, pulled out the crown covered in rust and bloodstains, and placed it on the ground.
Sifa also took a ruby ring from his pocket and placed it at his feet.
Next, they would switch places, take their respective items, and complete the trade.
But just then, Katarina's voice rang out. "Your Highness Don Quixote, be careful."
"Her Highness Catherine is extremely skilled with curses. She may already have placed one on