"You are just a weak rose protected by Zea."
Louisgard looked at the girl he had always treated as a toy and mocked contemptuously.
"But roses also have sharp thorns. Do you want to see the sharp blade that, as the Queen of Snow Country, bears the will of all people?"
Irene looked at the contemptuous smile on Louisgaard's lips, and the fire in her heart was instantly ignited. She stood up, drew out the long knife from her waist, and stabbed him.
"Great progress, but it can only go so far."
Luigiard dodged her attack, and then came to Irene with lightning speed. He raised his hand and pinched her neck, dangling her feet in the air. The strong sense of suffocation caused her to struggle, and the long knife in her hand fell to the ground.
"Little Rose, please beg me and I will let you go."
Luigiard said with a proud smile.
"I will never admit defeat."
The pupil of destruction in Erin's left eye awakened and resonated with the Rose Blade in her hand.
The power of the Eye of Destruction turned into blood-red rose petals flying out of her eyes and wrapping around the blade of the Rose Blade.
