"I... won't leave. Although I know I may not be able to beat you, I will not flee from here unless you do not intend to hurt Brother Brett. You know... 'Bloodwind'... Cardinal, we hope that the best quality of the people in the church is to abide by integrity, otherwise we will suffer the punishment of God."
Oliver forced himself to endure the red wind and the innate fear among the Lost Ones that was engraved deep in their souls and strength. He stood in front of Brett, tremblingly stretched out his relatively weak arms, and opened his chest to beg.
"Hey, Lost One...boy, you are still abiding by the rules, not bad, not bad. In this day and age, it is rare to see an interesting Lost One like you in this environment. Although you respect me very much, I still have to consider whether to punish you for your naivety. By the way..."
As Bloodwind spoke, he suddenly opened his eyes which had suddenly turned pure black, and accelerated the speed of the violent wind magic power that was surging in his body until it was almost bursting out.
Suddenly, a dark red, almost pure black gust of wind formed around his body, and a faint vortex could be clearly seen inside.
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