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The eye on the raven's forehead flickered, multicolored light swirling as though it had taken solid form.
Little Lion immediately shouted-
"Attack!
Interrupt him!
Don't let him finish stealing!"
His voice rang out, and his upper body was already leaning forward, as though he were about to charge. Count Bette beside him did the same.
The middle-aged count wore a grave expression, wariness surfacing in his eyes. Acid began gathering in his palm, and his entire body tensed like a fully drawn bow, ready to launch himself forward at any moment.
But in the next instant-
Neither of them moved!
Both had struck all the right poses, yet neither budged.
They frowned simultaneously, then exchanged a glance.
"Together!"
This time, Count Bette spoke.
And the moment he spoke, he moved.
Only, instead of charging, he headed behind Little Lion.
Though the count had never experienced [Thief's Interstice] firsthand, his [spirituality] told him that hiding outside the raven's field of vision was his best option.
Count Bette knew this through his [spirituality].
As the temporary user of [Thief's Interstice], Little Lion naturally knew it too.
So when Count Bette moved, the heir to the Inner Bay moved as well. Just as Count Bette wanted to hide behind him, Little Lion had his sights set on getting behind Count Bette.
Since both had the same objective-getting behind the other-and acted almost simultaneously,
they chased each other's backs at a dizzying speed, creating a bizarre spectacle-
Human spinning tops!
Watching this, Arthur actually laughed aloud.
Sorry, he was supposed to be a professional, but he really couldn't help it.
He had even prepared a few backup measures to ensure [Thief's Interstice] could work without interference.
Who would have thought he wouldn't need any of them?
After the two men completed three rotations,