Sublime

Malice raised an eyebrow. “He has quite the impressive physique for a Sage.” “Mother!” Mercy didn’t like the look on Malice’s face. “Don’t worry, he’s too young for me.” She glanced to the side again. “But not for you…” “Mother!”

Then Kiro shook his helmeted head. “I can't. I bear greater responsibility than you can imagine.” He lifted his sword, his shield rising to match it. “And why should I make a deal with you? You're not even an Underlord.” Lindon's Blackflame madra surged, and he reached into his void key. “I don't care,” he said. Then he pulled out a cannon.

Who would gamble their very self on a game of chance?”

have a bet with myself that she will turn inside-out. But I have grown fond of Mercy, so if she lives, I am pleased. And if she dies, I am entertained. My plan has no flaws.]

stability, or family. We’re trying to build something that lasts, but they don’t see that.” Mercy hesitated. That did somewhat remind

liquid blue-white power.