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Pain!
Heart-rending pain!
Quite literally, heart-rending pain!
The Marquis of West Berlin felt the blade slicing through his heart, and his expression changed drastically.
It was not merely because his heart had been wounded, but because he finally realized he had walked into someone else's trap.
Without a doubt, the Lady of Pain had chosen this place for a reason.
The sewers had been her deliberate choice.
Those three people had been planted there to lull him into complacency.
Of course, those three had known nothing of the truth.
And that square box?
It was the killing blow!
A killing blow he had overlooked because of those three!
Who?
Who had planned this?
The abrupt reversal from hunter to prey sent the Marquis of West Berlin's breathing racing, but his hands moved faster still.
Three scrolls appeared in his hand out of thin air.
Then he crushed them all at once.
Immediately, three blue-green rays brimming with vitality surged into his body.
At the same time, the Marquis charged forward.
Shhk!
As the blade slid out of his body, his wound did not immediately heal.
Instead, it began to blacken.
"Poison!"
The Marquis's expression changed again.
He stared at the arm extending from the square box, the savagery in his eyes almost tangible.
Although the arm was covered by a vambrace and an iron gauntlet, and the sword it held was nothing more than an ordinary blade, that familiar presence still let the Marquis identify its owner instantly.
"It's you!"
After that exclamation, the Marquis retreated without the slightest hesitation.
Scrolls appeared in his hands one after another.
Detoxification, healing, protection, and...
Teleportation!
Once he had confirmed who had laid the trap, the Marquis lost all desire to fight.
Had he been unscathed, the Marquis would naturally have fought