Alice wasn't in much better shape. Sweat soaked her hair, her lips were bitten pale, and she no longer had the strength to even speak.
"Alice, take a look at who I've got here."
Two greatsword warriors held Adrian up, displaying him in front of her. Phield grinned wickedly.
"My lady, you wouldn't want your lord to be killed, would you?"
"You!" Alice's eyes blazed with fury. A sickly flush spread across her beautiful face—she was clearly enraged. "Fight me fairly. I haven't lost yet."
"Not interested. Surrender immediately, or I'll hack your lord to pieces right in front of you—and feed him to the dogs."
Adrian's pupils trembled. He shouted first:
"Don't! Alice, surrender! I don't want to die!"
"Exactly." Phield nodded, somewhat surprised. "Your own lord is telling you to surrender—what are you holding on for? As long as you surrender, I'll spare Adrian's life."
"Hahaha…"
