“If solely you hadn’t been there.”  If solely she hadn’t been there, Rebecca wouldn’t have misplaced all the things. “However it’s too late to show again now.” Rebecca’s eyes gleamed with a sinister gentle. At first, there had been some regrets, when she witnessed the Demon Lord summoning the monsters to this land. For a second, she was bewildered by the sight of the world seemingly coming to an finish. She even questioned her resolution. Was it actually essential to go this far? However quickly, Rebecca dispelled these doubts. She had made the fitting selection. She was not improper. As soon as the Duke and Duchess have been lifeless, Rebecca would swear allegiance to the Demon Lord. If she turned one of many Demon Lord’s right-hand, ruling each the human and demon realms, her life may even enhance in comparison with earlier than. Revenge. A life was extra affluent than ever earlier than. Might there be a extra good end result than this?

“Are you positive?” the person requested once more. “Sure, I’m positive,” Rebecca answered with enthusiasm. She had been desperate to see it. To witness that girl’s chilly, ugly dying. To see blood splattering earlier than her eyes. “Is there a risk that it may be somebody who resembles her or is disguised as her?”

“No, there is no such thing as a mistake. It’s undoubtedly her! I’m completely positive. So…”

‘———please kill her!’ However Rebecca couldn’t voice the remainder of her ideas. Earlier than she might, the person’s claw pierced by way of her chest.

“What…?”

*THUMP*

A glob of blood got here pouring out by way of the outlet in her throat as she fell closely to the ground. Staring on the bloodstain in a daze, Rebecca managed to wipe her lips stained with blood.

“Why?”

“Why, you ask? What an fascinating query,” Trezef mentioned, pulling his claw out of Rebecca’s physique. “I assumed you people don’t spare even a canine after the hunt is over?” Rebecca’s physique collapsed weakly, unable to take care of its power. She was mendacity there, lifeless, unable to even open her eyes, and there was no reply from her. Trezef paid little consideration to Rebecca’s physique. He targeted his gaze on Yelena as he moved ahead.

“So, you’re the descendant of the saint,” he mentioned, his voice blended with an odd mixture of satisfaction and different feelings. “I’m wondering if the saint from a thousand years in the past seemed such as you.”

“Step again, sir!” Yelena warned.

“Nicely, it doesn’t matter, however…” Trezef narrowed his eyes, and every time he opened his mouth, sharp beast-like fangs have been revealed. “I need to kill you for the nice trigger.”

“Sir!”

Trezef lunged ahead, however three knights stood in his method.

“Kurgh!”

“Max!”

With a single conflict of claws and swords, Max’s physique flew and slammed right into a wall distant. Then, Trezef’s descending claws have been blocked concurrently by Thomas and Colin’s swords.

“You, little——”

“You guys are resilient,” Trezef remarked, however the confrontation didn’t final lengthy.

“Just a bit bit,” Trezef’s claws out of the blue emitted a purple aura, and so they effortlessly sliced by way of Thomas and Colin’s swords as in the event that they have been nothing. The sharp ideas of his claws reduce by way of each of them.

*SNAP*

Each of them fell to their knees. On the similar time, a large fireball descended upon Trezef. It was summoned by Aendydn, the spirit of fireplace. Nonetheless, in that temporary second, Trezef unfold his wings and shielded himself, rising unscathed from the flames.

“Fairly a trick you’ve bought there,” he remarked.

“Kraah!”

Straight away, Trezef closed the gap between him and Aendydn and struck him with the broad aspect of his claws. Aendydn was pushed again, blood spurting out. Yelena stared blankly on the scene earlier than her. Unexpectedly, all the things that had unfolded felt unreal, like a dream.

“I’m sorry for making you wait. Now it’s your flip,” Trezef approached Yelena with ease. Yelena, who had been stepping again, grabbed a relic in her hand and aimed it atTrezef.

“Don’t come any nearer!” The crossbow’s tip was exactly geared toward Trezef’s brow. He stopped strolling. “Step again,” she warned.

“You mentioned you’re a descendant of the saint, proper? It is a highly effective weapon that solely these with sacred powers can use,” Trezef noticed Elena carefully. Her pale face, the white hand holding the crossbow – Trezef examined her with curiosity. His lips curled barely as he mentioned, “It’s not that you simply don’t need to use it. You may’t use it anymore.”

“Ack!” Trezef rushed ahead and gestured evenly, inflicting Elena’s physique to be flung distant. “Anyway, the descendants of the saint are remarkably cussed, whatever the period,” he commented.

“Ahh…!” Yelena fell and twisted her ankle in an odd route, groaning in horrible ache. “As a reward for scary me, I’ll be sure you die very slowly,” Trezef slowly approached Yelena. Helplessness stuffed Yelena’s eyes as she watched her approaching enemy. Despair weighed closely on her total being. Is it going to finish like this? Like this? With out seeing the individual she wished to see?

“Kaywhin,” Elena recalled the face she longed for one final time. At that second——

*THUMP*

One thing massive and black fell from the sky, blocking the area between Elena and Trezef. It was a brand new type of a monster. No. Not a monster. The one who descended from above was… “Yelena.” Listening to her husband’s voice, all of the suppressed feelings burst forth, and Yelena’s cheeks have been streaked with tears.