70 Why?

"The body truly does represent their tales."

Licking the blood off his hand, Dean felt a subtle pain on the back that tempted him to curve his spine slightly backwards.

Anne looked in horror at the sudden change of the battle.

She had just created an opportunity where both of them held the upper hand against Dean that was further supported when he emotionally broke down like a helpless child.

It was confusion at first for why he was suddenly able to stand up but witnessing the scene where Pierre's heart was ripped out with what seemed like leisure.

Pure terror infiltrated her heart seeing a demon licking his fingers one by one under the bright moon while being assaulted with rain.

Especially with the unusual pose he was in, it created an indomitable aura to intimidate everything in its path.

The suffocating power behind that aura would've told Anne to kneel but seeing how close death was, she instead released a yellow fluid that followed the rain's path and crawled down her leg.

Tears clouded her eyes but without her weapon she couldn't do anything.

She had lost Pierre which helped her with getting rid of dead weight but now that her life was in peril, she couldn't waste any time.

Activating a simple transmutation spell, the muddy ground in front of her became much more slippery when she changed the established composition.

If Dean were to come anywhere close to her, he would sleep giving her a chance to kill him or run away and report to school officials.

"What are you trying to do?"

A voice sneaked behind her as a gentle touch on her forehead lifted her off the ground.

Afraid to even look back, Anne continued to look forward.

The voice was akin to a demon, a scratchy and tough tone that sounded carefree.

She had been too slow and couldn't apply transmutation magic behind her meaning all Dean had to do was go around the area, sneak behind and kill her.

"Why'd you kill her?"

He was very informal in his way of asking but Anne tried to keep her calm by coughing a little before answering

"I had recently received news that she had been selling information to outsiders and providing other groups help, an overall traitor."

Dean became more interested in her answer

"Continue"

Anne took a deep breath to collect all her thoughts and broke the short silence

"Some of our private statistics that we managed to gather using our group was suddenly revealed by another group. We sent scouts to follow Ayesha and found that she was using her body to elevate her status. Please believe me."

Invested in the story Dean couldn't help but add his piece.

"I see, I see.

He was lost in thought making Anne excited.

If he is able to ponder on the newly released information could Anne escape from the clutches of this demon.

As if answering her thoughts Dean spoke

"Hmmm, your information does seem to make sense..."

Anne's eyes sparkled as she knew this was her moment to escape but Dean continued

"...Except lying is a big no-no."

Dean smiled as he grabbed the petite right hand of Anne and appreciated the beauty in it.

Thinking this was another opportunity to escape Anne was ready to flirt or seduce Dean into losing guard but pain took over her thoughts.

Her pinky finger's nail had been torn off and completely bent backwards.

Screaming in agony, Dean snickered at her misfortune and explained himself.

"I think the truth is much more pleasant to the ears then lies, isn't it?"

Teasing Anne, she questioned where she went wrong. She had yet to reveal any obvious eye movements or make any anxious movements such as moving her hands.

"Another finger, I guess."

Anne was about to ask for mercy but now her ring finger was completely torn off from where it was once was.

"Hmmm, it looks like a lollipop but of course it will taste filthy if it originates from garbage."

Dean sighed at his bad luck but felt the shivering of Anne and felt that if he didn't tell her how he found out her lies than she might try again

"There were many flaws in your acts but i'm willing to tell you two of them. You coughed meaning there might have been a sudden spike of anxiety that caused a dry throat. Another was the silence meaning you were trying to think of a story with a vague outline."

He shrugged it off as just a waste of time but Anne's hopes had been shattered when she realized it was practically impossible to lie when he mentioned 'there were many flaws'.

Accepting the pitiful fate of hers, she hoped that out of pity or waiting for a teacher to come will Dean release her.

"... Because she was able to betray Christian that means she could defect to another side and betray us. You know too many secrets of our group, especially humiliating one such as the wives or girlfriends in our group being taken advantage of."

Dean was shocked at such a simple explanation and stuttered.

"H-huh, you mean all of... was just because of that?"

Anne was taking the question literally and was prepared to answer 'yes' but Dean laughed with tears.

"Haha, life sure is ironic. Christian had unreasonable ambition which was already dumb but that reason is the dumbest I have heard."

"You betrayed Christian and defected yourself to my side. Should you kill yourself for following your stupid logic?"

"I can't wait for your explanation 'I need to strike first instead of being a sitting duck', I just can't wait."

If Anne made any hasty movements then Dean would have no hesitation in killing he, so only by keeping quiet and waiting for the right opportunity to do some sort of action could she be free.

"Now beg for your life."

"Huh"

Anne was stunned at the request.