Blaze whispers, "I'm going to release you right now. I'm not a Heretic or whatever you're referring to me as. I don't even know what it is. Don't attack me, alright?"
Lucia nods.
Blaze jumps back, releasing his grip on her. Lucia opens her left palm, the faint blue glow shines again, and her rapier flies to her palm. She quickly stands up and extends the distance from Blaze.
Blaze kicks the flintlock pistol on the ground to Lucia. She cautiously picks it up while maintaining her gaze on Blaze.
"You're not going to kill me?"
"Of course, I won't. Why should I?"
"You really are not a Heretic?"
"What is even a Heretic anyway?"
Lucia squints her eyes. She's trying to analyze Blaze and determine whether he is telling the truth or not. But his expression is shielded behind that porcelain mask, which makes it hard to know his true emotion.
