Centuries' Old Plan

In response to Zara's words, Varian suddenly raised his head and looked into her eyes.

"Miss Zara Woz." His eyes were determined and his voice was sincere.

"Don't bother to beg. You're not getting any mercy from me." Zara's spear glowed with a blue light and was now only a moment away from slashing Varian's waist.

"Comparing you to a whore is an insult." Varian said in a heartfelt tone.

"I-I…"

Zara's spear that was about to pierce his waist halted in its path. It grazed his skin and blood already started pouring out. Her expression was shaken and her eyes were trembling violently.

She was on the verge of crying. Even though she wanted nothing but to torture him and revel in his misery, she couldn't help it. "S-Say that again." 

"Comparing you to a whore is an insult." Varian said and a small hole formed in the barrier blocking off the area.