Viretta's joint lock technique worked perfectly. On the floor, Viretta slammed her hand against the ground, struggling.

"Is that what you usually do in that situation?! What, you usually do something in that situation?!"

"When facing the threat of death, instincts—Ahh! Alright, alright! I get it, I messed up!"@@novelbin@@

This was the conversation exchanged while Viretta had a sword pressed to Iola's neck. The surrealism of the moment made everyone’s gaze constantly shift in their direction.

Even Sepia, who had Iola’s life in her hands, nearly lost control a couple of times, glancing at Viretta.

From the beginning to the end, Saffron, who had been left out in the corner, raised an eyebrow in admiration.

As Ranken had said, the thought of "In that situation..." didn’t leave him.

Moreover, the nerve to turn red over such a conversation in this situation was impressive.

Iola’s father and former fiancée were both holding swords to each other, and Iola himself was standing at a crossroads between life and marriage.

In a situation where a great sword was pressed to his neck, you’re casually flirting around? Saffron clapped his hands, trying his best to suppress the sound.

That’s the kind of guts needed to say you’re going to hunt a dragon. Impressive.

As Ranken applied the joint lock, Dillon, who had stepped two paces away from Viretta, was also quietly impressed.

"Wow, Viretta. I didn’t know you were so fast. You said you were going to break the engagement, but you’ve been doing everything secretly, huh?"

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