Capítulo 92: Checkmate [1]

 Click—!

With a subtle clicking, the door was swirled open.

In came a boy with spiky orange hair and a long katana tied to his waist. He held a black and red jersey in his hand as he walked over to Yelena.

The elven beauty turned to me and gave me a long glare.

"Plead guilty and beg," she commanded, crossing her legs and leaning back on her chair which looked more like a throne than anything. "You're not my brother. He is dead. But I will still give you one chance to plead guilty and beg for mercy. If you do that, I might just let you off easy."

Lies.

One look in her eyes and it was clear that she was lying. She had no intention of letting me go easy.

A glance into her eyes and it was obvious that she had no intention whatsoever of being merciful. 

Even if I were to kneel before her and plead for mercy, she would scornfully say something like, 'A Morningstar groveling like an insect. You are not worthy of that name.'