They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

A look of regret appeared in her eyes as she murmured softly.

"Is it really worth it?"

She wasn't without regret, but she knew her friend's personality all too well.

She couldn't stop her at all.

If it weren't for this obsession, she wouldn't have achieved her current reputation as a sword saint.

But it would be too regrettable to live a life of loneliness, or even to the point of losing one's life.

Suddenly, a person appeared in Diana's mind.

Her eyes gradually brightened.

A bold idea began to form in her mind.

Since Char can help Sistine, why not help her master?

If she can help even her disciple, perhaps she can help her master as well?

the other side.

Sistine leaned against the door, trying to calm her racing heart.

She wanted to repay Xia's kindness; if it weren't for him, she might have... that night.

She placed her hand on her heart.

My heart was still pounding.

She knew why it was beating.

She wanted to hold onto the feelings that were growing within her.

But when I was facing Char, I was both very happy and incredibly embarrassed.

Sistine had never had any experience interacting with the opposite sex.

Therefore, even if they have ideas in mind, they don't know how to implement them.

Especially the girls around him... there were so many that it was frightening, there was no place for him at all!

Sistine looked down at her outstretched hands.

Her hands are long and slender, with a beautiful shape.

However, it completely lacks the delicate softness and gentleness of a girl.

She has so many shortcomings; even her hands are rough!

How could someone like me stand by his side?

Her inferiority complex was exactly the same as Long's.

I'm always worried that I'm not good enough, that I'm not good enough, so I want to work harder.

They were alone in the room at the time, and she sensed what he was about to say.

He wanted to give himself an identity.

But she couldn't have it.

She didn't want to possess him in that way.

That would be too unfair to him.

His willingness to take responsibility shows his commitment and sense of duty.

But how can I, in my current state, be worthy of him?

She wanted to win his heart through her own efforts!

So she chose to find an excuse to escape.

She was afraid that if he asked, she would succumb to the temptation and agree.

But she wasn't about to give up.

She could clearly feel her heart pounding.

He is in my heart.

Although I'm not good enough now, I can work hard to improve myself and make myself worthy of staying by his side.

Sistine slowly raised her head, her hands gradually clenching.

With that thought firmly in mind, the remaining... of course, was to call for help!

I have no experience in interacting with the opposite sex, but my best friend will definitely give me advice, right?

After all, as the most famous and popular girl on campus, she must know a lot about this.

Having made up her mind, Sistine went out to find outside help.

After Sistine knocked on the door, she stood there twisting her fingers, feeling somewhat uneasy.

But there was also happiness.

"Click."

A crisp sound of the door opening rang out.

As the door opened, a beautiful figure appeared behind it.

Like the morning sun shining on the world.

Brilliant, gentle, and captivating.

Char was unaware of Sistine's complex feelings at this moment. He was looking down and feeling the movement coming from the Charm Ring.

He smiled, his eyes becoming deep and unfathomable.

It seems that the deity has regained consciousness.

A moment later, Xia's consciousness entered a state of chaos. Before him stood the god who called himself Slaanesh.

"Have you calmed down yet?"

Char's voice was calm and clear, with a teasing tone, but it earned him Slaanesh's disdain.

"Ha, human, do you really think that this god will submit?"

Slaanesh held his head high, his alluring face radiating arrogance, the vermilion birthmark between his brows seemingly glowing.

However, his appearance at this moment was somewhat unseemly.

The black gauze dress was thin and clingy, and her whole body was currently bound and fixed by ropes.

The rope was a bit tight, leaving marks on her delicate body.

The subtle curves of the skin's indentation have a captivating allure.

The tight, binding method left her with absolutely no room to move.

Tortoise shell binding, you deserve it.

However, in the face of the god's disdain, Char simply raised an eyebrow.

Unyielding and indomitable?

Looks like they're still pretty tough.

But considering your status as a prisoner?

How dare a prisoner act arrogantly in front of him?

It seems they need to be taught a lesson.

Xia nodded with a smile, a hint of amusement in his expression.

"This is the first time I've ever bullied a god."

Seeing Xia's expression, Slaanesh finally realized that something was wrong.

This method of binding... she couldn't help but want to shrink back.

But now she is completely bound and cannot move at all.

As the boy approached, she could only raise her voice and try to threaten him with words.

"what are you going to do?!"

He was all bark and no bite.

Unfortunately, her rebuke did not elicit a response from Char.

Char stretched his knuckles, looking relaxed, though his smile was somewhat sinister.

"What do you say?"

The profound meaning, combined with the postures of the two people, seems self-evident.

As Xia approached him step by step, Slaanesh panicked completely.

She struggled desperately, but the more she struggled, the deeper the rope sank.

Her long, wine-red hair was disheveled, with a stray strand sticking to the corner of her mouth, yet it possessed a messy and carefree beauty.