Dagger to the Heart
It was the simplest type of dagger—one that could be bought with a few bronze coins, that Yvette had given to him.
However, because it was soaked in my heartblood ten times, that ordinary dagger was gleaming in fluorescent radiance as if it was not of the mortal realm.
I chuckled coolly once again, and was ready for the dagger to be plunged into my chest.
But at the very next moment, my eyes abruptly widened as I watched Cain plunge the dagger into his own chest without hesitation.
His face paled from pain and he started sweating over his brown, but his smile actually broadened as he murmured, "So it actually hurts so much, Crystal…"