Chapter 97: Oil Painting Exhibition (5)

The cold sword blade pressed against Astr's neck, bringing a slightly painful chill.

With his back against the Single wolf's chest, Astr could hear his heart beating nervously.

Through the hanging hair, he could see the angry figures of Virtuescape and Ascender who dared not act rashly.

Likewise, he also saw the pity and contempt in the eyes of those who understood his Canvasbane.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah. It was really helpless.'

Little bits of light shone through the gaps in the cuffs. They spread all the way to his neck.

A bunch of burnt black roses bloomed, with red-orange burn marks on the edges.

At the same time.

The Single wolf who thought he had come up with a brilliant idea suddenly felt a burning heat that could not be ignored in the hand holding the sword.

It was as if he was putting his hand into a blazing flame, which even made him feel less pain, and he almost dropped the sword subconsciously.

'What happened?!'