The Sharp Blades drawn from the back plating of the Fear Inverted Cross were pointed straight at Lamias's throat—there were six of these blades, each one wielded by a different Battle Nun.
Setting aside innate individual differences, these six Battle Nuns, just like her, had all undergone the same training… Lamias couldn't process it all in that instant.
Betrayal?
"Lord Grant, are these really Lady Katerina's orders?" Lamias frowned… she could not afford to be afraid; fear would only make her waver—she needed more information to judge what situation she was truly in.
Towering over Lamias by almost two whole heads, Grant said coldly, "First option: you give up resisting, and we simply arrest you. Second option: you don't give up resisting, we move in and cripple you, then arrest you."
Lamias had no choice but to meet Grant's gaze head-on.
