"Gedora! Do you know what you’re doing?!"
"I told you, I am Doro." Doro’s attacks never ceased, and Charlette’s condition worsened. A pitch-black shadow covered her; she was further eroded by bizarre beliefs, and the pure white light around her body gradually dimmed, the Treasure Pearl tarnished—she wasn’t angry about her perilous situation, she was angry at the girl named Mohe.
The Demon King, resurrected once again!
"She will be stronger than before! She will surpass her past! She will definitely bring even greater calamities to the world!"
When the Demon King appeared, Charlette only felt anger, furious at witnessing Gedora’s alliance with the Demon King, enraged at the betrayal of Gedora—but when the Demon King explained what she was going to do, while splashing the juice of the Blinding Flower into the space, revealing the traces in the void, she admitted...
Her current anger sprouted from fear, not born from Gedora’s betrayal, but emerged from witnessing the Demon King start to use her intelligence!
The Demon King! Using her intelligence!
No one understands better than the former Hero party that fought the Demon King, the horrifying power possessed by the Demon King: the left hand symbolizing eternity, the right hand symbolizing curses, the left foot symbolizing progress, the right foot symbolizing stagnation, the left eye piercing through truth and illusion, and the right eye capable of seeing secrets.
And the twin horns symbolizing creation and destruction... plus the five organs symbolizing distortion, magic, alchemy, combat technique, and the undead...
Near-omnipotent existence, in every field, the Demon King could be called the "strongest." If one cannot reach "strongest" in that field, nor surpass the "strongest" in that field, they have no qualification to stand opposite the Demon King.
But correspondingly, the Demon King’s arrogance, the Demon King’s disdain, the Demon King’s loneliness, the Demon King’s indifference... these are the Demon King’s flaws. In that final battle, everyone felt deep-seated fear toward the Demon King—because the Demon King was smiling.
At that time, the Demon King unreservedly accepted all attacks, curses, magic, alchemy items, swords, divine arts.
The Demon King fought everyone simultaneously.
Such strength, such pride... Surely many people in this world would naturally be conquered, thus becoming followers chasing the Demon King to the ends of the earth.
And it was also at that time, in such a battle, everything changed. Gedora probably didn’t know either, when everyone else felt fear, only he was laughing. When everyone could no longer maintain the fight against the Demon King, he grew stronger and more terrifying, far exceeding his comrades’ understanding of him, bursting with power he shouldn’t have. His face bore the same expression, the same smile as the Demon King.
Practically another Demon King.
This was also why some people later changed their stance regarding A·Gedora—
But now’s Demon King is more terrifying than that Demon King of the past, Mohe’s smile looks much kinder than that of the previous Demon King; in a sense, her smile could be described as cute.
She seems so harmless, yet she relies on Gedora’s power, no, it’s not just that, there’s also Lisidorwei, and some unknown entity—this Demon King is completely different from the past! She is no longer that arrogant strong one, she is using everything she can in this world!
If they had faced such a Demon King back then... Charlette doesn’t know how they could achieve victory, even A·Gedora would surely be defeated!
So... truly now, seeing the Demon King retrieving her right hand, Charlette abandoned resisting the belief that eroded her flesh, and gave up defending against Doro’s attack.
Even if she dies here, at least...
As she gave up resistance, the darkness swallowed her body, and Doro’s attack pierced through her form.
At the same time, a beam of light penetrated Mohe’s body.
Mohe’s movement halted.
She slightly lowered her head, seeing the solidified white light that pierced through her body: "Should I say ’as expected of Saintess Charlette’? To make such a decisive choice. Without a doubt, this was the correct choice."
Mohe staggered a couple of steps, looking as if she would fall at any second.
Doro appeared at Mohe’s side.
Mohe began to cough violently, her blood was slightly tinged with gold.
And it was during this time that the entire cathedral began to collapse.
Doro immediately did as Mohe instructed, carrying her and leaving the collapsing cathedral.
Three days later, in Baixi Town.
"Should I say ’as expected of Saintess Charlette’... risking complete destruction to forcefully strike at me, almost extinguishing me, if not for retrieving my left hand, I might have truly died there, and she also took the opportunity to collapse the entire foundation of Nalune’s belief, and countered the belief I implanted in her, thus making the cathedral collapse, taking away my right hand. She also saved her own life. I underestimated her a bit."
Mohe summed up the lesson: "However, Doro, if you were willing to kill her, she wouldn’t necessarily have this chance, but you didn’t want to kill her, I don’t blame you."
Doro held a bottle of wine, took a sip, and said: "Killing her is a separate fee, Demon King, and even if you can afford it, I might not accept. Do we continue our transaction as usual?" New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel⦿fire.net
"Of course it can continue, but, Doro, I haven’t obtained my right hand, you can’t consider the transaction content completed. Do you have any questions on this point?"
Doro showed frankness: "I won’t ask you to do anything now, your weakness is visible, you did enough scheming, but still did not succeed, this time, considering, you have only losses, right?"
"If all plans could only yield results and would never fail, then it wouldn’t be a plan but a predetermined fact." Mohe didn’t seem disappointed, "Alright, it’s time to behave honestly for a while, it’s up to Charlette on her side to make the move—the estate here will be hosting some guests, as you know, we are a legitimate winery, Doro, you’re being paid as an estate guard, shouldn’t you do something beneficial for the estate?"
"Do I still have to work this job?"
Mohe extended her hand: "Then you have to pay for the wine you drank."
"I will work diligently."