"It's him!" Lucien's pupils constricted slightly, and even his heart began to ache faintly.
That night, if that player hadn't felt the cost of pursuing Lucien outweighed what he might have to spend, Lucien's escape would have been anything but easy.
Especially the short spear in his hand, which seemed imbued with a power that could be called "fate," had caused Lucien a great deal of trouble before.
"He's been affected and controlled too..." Lucien watched the fierce-looking brawny player with a somewhat complex expression.
However, the player had none of these emotions, raising the short spear in his hand almost without hesitation. At the same time, an invisible connection quickly established itself between the tip of the spear and Lucien's heart, getting clearer and clearer.
And when this invisible thread was completely sorted out, it would be time for the spear to be thrown and pierce Lucien's heart.