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Maintaining eye contact, Yuna's expression remained unchanged even after Mr.Cyclone's cruel words.

"Oh, really?"

Yuna slowly straightened her bent waist and returned to her original level gaze.

Mr.Cyclone, the strongest presence on the continent, knew very well that he would be killed if the other party made a move.

But if things continued like this, his relationship with the girl before him would always remain ambiguous.

"To be honest, I don't know how evil the demon race is. I'm just afraid of the existence of 'witch' and it has become 'common sense' that they must be killed. I don't understand at all."

Quite boring, that was the only thought that crossed Mr.Cyclone's mind when he first heard of it.

These things that are considered common sense are the most troublesome. They are just the demon race, but nobody bothers to ask, and they are just dismissed as common sense.

Mr.Cyclone had no preference for good or evil. As long as he wasn't bothered, he didn't care what happened.

Of course, Mr.Cyclone wouldn't speak his mind. He wouldn't express his values openly.

It wasn't a matter of whether his thoughts would be accepted by others, it was simply a habit.

As a gambler, he wouldn't reveal his true thoughts on the battlefield, not only to protect himself but also to ensure his victory.

"I'm not interested in wars, but I don't want you to die, so I plan to use that girl as a replacement for you and have her become a witch and die."

Yuna looked at Mr.Cyclone.

"You are even more despicable than I thought~♡"

"Just to have you, I'll do anything~"

Mr.Cyclone shook his head, saying helplessly.

"Well, like I said, I'm not a good person to begin with."

"Is this how you want to have me?"

Yuna placed her right hand on her chest, pressed between her bosom, and bent her waist again, trying to seduce Mr.Cyclone once more.

"It's just a body~ If you want it, you can have it now~ No need to be so troublesome~♡"

"I... refuse."

As Yuna heard Mr.Cyclone's refusal, her seductive behavior stopped.

"I do want your body, I want to have you every day until you're completely exhausted, until you can't live or die without me."

Yuna's eyes widened for the first time as she stared at Mr.Cyclone.

"What's wrong? As a man, can't I desire you?"

Lifting his left hand, as if holding Yuna in his palm, Mr.Cyclone tightly gripped his own left hand.

"But... if I do it this way now, I'll never get what I want."

"..."

Yuna remained silent, without answering.

"I want to know more about you, like... why are you so obsessed with the name 'Allen the Hero'?"

Putting on a serious face, Yuna put her hands on her waist.

"Do you want to know?"

"I understand that the people of Allen City long for a hero... but what about you?"

Mr.Cyclone asked again, but this time Yuna only lowered her head slightly.

When her line of sight beneath her brows couldn't be seen, she shook her body, turned around, and spoke.

"But... I am already... bored of it..."

As she turned around, a black light flashed in front of Yuna's swaying hand.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuna swung her hand horizontally, and a huge scythe instantly appeared in the air.

The black blade of death swung towards Mr.Cyclone's neck.

"...Barcelona Guild."

The scythe, symbolizing death, was held against Mr.Cyclone's neck, and the blade had already slightly penetrated his neck, with a drop of blood sliding down the blade.

As the drop of blood flowed out from the blade, it collided with another pure white object that had landed on it.

Representing the nature of winter, a snowflake had been stained red, and as the tilted blade tumbled, it slowly fell to the ground.

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