Chapter 77，
His hand trembled slightly. Mr. Cyclone saw hope, but also faced despair at the same time. With just a single turn, the black-haired witch effortlessly defeated the three of them. Not only did she free Little Dragon's dragon power, but she also instantly knocked down the captain of the Wind Knights. Sitting at the edge of the collapsed pavilion, crossing her legs and stepping on Sonja's breastplate, the girl looked at Mr. Cyclone with a look of pleasure.
"Let's go...husband..."
Even though he was lying on the ground, Little Dragon still worried about Mr. Cyclone.
"Tsk! How can I go like this!"
Replying to Little Dragon, Mr. Cyclone took another step forward.
"No, she's too strong, Eileen... Eileen..."
Mid-sentence, Eileen also knelt down due to exhaustion.
"Yes, I get it~"
Eileen replied again, and Mr. Cyclone took another step forward.
Crossing over Eileen who was blocking the way, Mr. Cyclone faced the witch head-on. There were no more obstacles between the two of them, just a direct confrontation.
It was normal for his hand to tremble. Mr. Cyclone was just an ordinary person, not skilled in combat or magic. It would be strange if his hand didn't shake when facing an opponent who defeated Sonja and the others in just a few seconds.
However, there were certain things that only Mr. Cyclone could do.
"Are you the hero of Eileen?" the witch asked.
"It's time to show you the true strength of Eileen's hero... Yes, let's continue the third round now..."
...
Since Mr. Cyclone suddenly stopped talking, the atmosphere became extremely awkward.
"...By the way...what's your name?" the witch asked.
"...Huh! Hahaha, don't you know?"
Originally, Mr. Cyclone wanted to smoothly unveil his next plan, but when it came to the crucial moment, he couldn't say it because even after doing all those things, he still didn't know the other person's name.
The witch couldn't help but burst into laughter, but the next second, she returned to her cold, mocking self.
"The third round, huh? Not bad~ Shall we continue this game? Do you still have questions for me?"
"Of course~ The victory or defeat between you and me is still undecided~"
"Good then~ If I lose, I will tell you my true name~♡♡"
Alright, the first step was completed.
There was only one chance. Mr. Cyclone stared directly at the witch.
"Kvetch" was a familiar game, but Mr. Cyclone didn't play it often. Just like its name, it was mostly played in bars or adult establishments, rarely seen in casinos. So for Mr. Cyclone, this game was both familiar and unfamiliar.
The gameplay involved questions and answers. The person being asked a question had to agree to answer it for the question to be valid. In other words, the other person didn't have to forcefully answer unfamiliar questions. As long as they didn't make the question valid, it was fine.
In "Kvetch," it was rare for someone to continuously disagree, as it was mostly used to flirt between men and women. Most of the questions were silly and could be agreed upon, just like the first and second rounds.
However, in a real battle, it had its unique appeal. If the other person agreed to the question and made it valid, it meant they had confidence in their answer. It would only count as a loss if they answered incorrectly in this context.
What question could Mr. Cyclone ask to trick the witch?
Originally, Mr. Cyclone didn't have full confidence, especially since it involved the lives of four people. Calling for help would be the ideal solution.
He took a deep breath.
The opportunity to decide victory or defeat had already presented itself, just a moment ago, the witch's words contained Mr. Cyclone's only hope.
"I want to ask, witch!"
Placing all his hopes on that sacred weapon of humanity, Mr. Cyclone tightly clenched his fist, channeling all his strength into his next words.
"My question is..."
Like a declaration of victory, the tightly clenched fist pointed straight ahead.
Mr. Cyclone and the witch stared at each other, waiting for Mr. Cyclone's fearless strongest attack.
"What color are Sonja's panties?!!"
