"What did you do to him?" Devon immediately ground his teeth once they'd adjusted Ambrose enough to rest on the sofa. "I left you two for what? Five to ten minutes? And somehow he's bleeding from—"
"The question here should be what did HE do?" Valentine's expression remained neutral as his standing posture straightened over the Guide. "Placing a Necrotic Mark is never supposed to be so difficult. A minute at most. And in all my years I've never had a target bleed from their nose."
"Oh, so now you're blaming him for something you did?"
"I'm simply being rational." The SS-Rank held back a chuckle. "He did something and that's the only reason he's unconscious. Either that or his aether… just didn't react the way it's supposed to."
His head swerved to Ambrose. His face was marred with beads of sweat now, his eyelids quivering like he was having a mental struggle.
