Cid - Wire Trap

Retreat seems like an increasingly attractive option.

Number 666 will probably object, but Number 664 will just have to shut her down.

A voice breaks her from her reverie.

“If you won’t approach, then I suppose I’ll just have to come to you—”

“Wha…?!”

John Smith’s finger twitches.

When it does, Number 664 suddenly notices the thin wire wrapped around her neck.

What?! When did that happen?!

She should be outside of his range right now!

“Nobody ever said the wires were all the same length. And their thickness varies, too, of course…”

“It can’t be—!”

Now that she gets a better look at the wire around her neck, Number 664 can tell just how thin and discreet it is.

The only wires they saw up until then were the ones John Smith let them see.

“You mean, from the very beginning…?”

“That’s right—from the very beginning.”

Number 664 has been dancing on the palm of his hand.

She grimaces, and the wire around her neck tightens.

It’s filled with incredibly dense magic. All he needs to do is put a little more strength into it, and her neck will snap like a twig.

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Volume 3, Chapter 6