Swish, swish, swish—
Seeing that the enemy had lost the ability to resist, Patricia sent down a few more slashes with her sword.
But this time, her attacks were all delivered by smashing.
After several flashes of silver light, the defense spells shattered completely, and Patricia's sword blade rested precisely on the enemy's neck.
"…"
The Caster from the Nine Commandments barely regained consciousness.
He looked up to see a plain longsword without any distinguishable features pressed against his neck, its chill almost palpable against his skin.
"Cold Strike Blade…"
"Were you well-prepared, even bringing something like this?"
Patricia showed no intention of answering.
Her tone was even as she said,
"Tell me everything you know, and I promise you won't die."
"…"
"Won't die?" the Caster from the Nine Commandments forced an ugly smile, "If it weren't for your despicable surprise attack, do you think you could have captured me this easily?"
"Don't be so arrogant, Nicholas!"
