He did not hesitate either, racing toward Lynn as fast as he could.
And in just one thousandth of a second.
Lynn felt killing intent and cold envelop his entire body.
Almost the instant he turned his head, his pupils reflected a massive scythe emerging amid a cloud of black mist.
He saw the flowing edge of the scythe sweeping toward his head, and the cold gleam flashing beneath that pale crow mask.
Clang-
A tremendous crash rang out.
A black umbrella appeared out of thin air and blocked that fatal strike.
In the darkness.
A slender hand moved as though plucking the strings of an instrument, fine, flowing threads wound around its little finger.
They suddenly pulled taut.
Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, the enormous, pitch-black scythe slowly rose, inch by inch.
And around the black robes beneath that pale Plague Doctor Mask.
Countless translucent threads wound around him, controlling his every movement and binding him firmly in place.
Saint's lenses also reflected the girl slowly emerging in a long Gothic dress and a formal hat.
"So, it's Miss Black String Moon of Doll Manor."
Saint turned his body with a series of cracks, slowly raising his head under the threads' control. Tightening his grip on his scythe, he said:
"Have you accepted his offer of employment? That explains it, then."
"But compared to your mother, your puppetry still falls a little short. Still, leaving you alive would be a nuisance."
His voice was very calm.
And that calm represented absolute confidence in his own strength.
Crack-
In an instant.
He snapped more than half the threads binding him, and the scythe in his hand suddenly slashed down toward Black String Moon.
Not a ripple stirred in Black String Moon's eyes. Her figure moved like a dancer