James’ gaze filled with regret as he looked at her. “I’m certain now you’re not Quincy. She isn’t as foolish or absurd as you.”

With the wave of a hand, the ten-colored light whisked Marci into the void. Suddenly, her black robe was shredded, leaving her exposed.

Marci shouted in a panic, “You! You pervert!”

“Go on, keep yelling.” James casually pulled out a jar of Chaos Absinthe and took a sip.

Then, with a malicious grin, James said, “The more you resist, the more it pleases me. At worst, I'll hand you over to some guys from the Ten Holy Temples Palaces to care for you, Chosen One.”

Marci turned pale and cried out, “Don’t you want to know where your wife is? You want to find her other half, right? I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you everything!”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ve already searched your soul. These matters are no longer a secret to me.” James shook his head.

Marci stuttered, “You…”

James raised his jar and said, “Stay there. I’ll have two of my friends take care of you.”