The man's voice was filled with a mix of emotions, ranging from disbelief to anger, as he asked, "Is this some sort of joke?" His lips were pressed tightly together, forming a thin, taut line on his face, and his brows were furrowed in frustration.

You looked over to see Choso, your beloved boyfriend, standing a few feet away from you with a solemn expression etched into his features. His usual calm demeanor was nowhere to be found, replaced instead by a heavy sense of disappointment and regret. You could see the conflict in his eyes as he prepared to battle against you, a formidable sorcerer.

It was clear he didn't want to fight, especially not against you, his lover. But as a Death Painting Womb, he had a duty to fulfill and he knew he couldn't back down.