“Hey… just talk. You’ll lengthen your lifespan by a bit.” (Naofumi)
As I declare this, Armor retreats a few steps and catches his breath.
Has he finally gotten a grasp of the situation he’s in?
His face is blue.
He assured himself that he would win and that his enemies were all evil, and now it’s come to this.
Caught up in Itsuki’s justice, he began to believe that he was justice itself.