Girl, Aren't You Too Late?

That sneak attack had been brutal and clearly intended to take a life.

Although Ian asked her to retract the crimson chain swiftly afterward, she was certain that if it were anyone else, they would've been either killed or bedridden for days. 

She never thought Borris would recover so fast.

He was already standing with almost no scratch on his chest. But how was that possible?

"Hmm... his physique is special. He seems to have regenerative abilities."

Ian lightly replied to Lyra, as if he didn't care whether the guy died or not.

However, inside, he was already thinking of something else.

'It seems his brother really does have that item in his possession. Tch... tch... tch... then I can't let you die yet. Poor ghost... let you live for a while.'

After confirming what he wanted to know, Ian smirked imperceptibly and suddenly walked toward Varn with light steps with Lyra in his arm.