Before Talia could speak again, he used the puppet card, forcing her to stay silent without moving an inch.
'The first rule to win is to make your opponent speechless.' Xion muttered to his system. Clearly amused by how her golden eyes bulged in disbelief.
"So, in your eyes... the one who wakes before dawn and works past midnight to keep others fed... is the Devil?" Xion spoke in a clear voice that rang in the entire hall.
"The boy who fought on the frontlines at thirteen to shield civilians from the enemy's cruelty—is that your Devil?"
"And me?" His voice trembled as his head bowed slightly. Long black lashes cast a lonely shadow across his pale cheek. "Just because I fell in love with his heroic deeds, I became a sinner?"
A hush fell. Even the air seemed to pause.
Xion watched from the corner of his eyes. Talia's hands clenched so tightly that blood beaded down her palm. She was trying hard to separate her lips, yet they remained glued.
