For Daniel, even though Isabella had voluntarily offered herself, he still felt some hesitation. This was especially true when he saw, under Faer's skill, Isabella melt away like ice—an action that made him instinctively turn his head.
On the other side, Faer noticed Daniel's discomfort and spoke with confusion.
"Lord Crossbridge, there's no need to feel so sad."
"In fact, the damage caused by Elemental Mourning·Annihilation doesn't bring any pain."
"When it's one of our own, I don't use those cruel, harm-inflicting skills. To be precise, this skill is already one of the mildest, and I guarantee there won't be any pain."
Daniel nodded and didn't speak further. After a brief silence, he spoke again.
"Faer, if this ever happens again, I hope you'll use a gentler approach."
While Daniel and Faer communicated mentally, the replica of Isabella was completely reduced to ashes.
