In the secret meeting place, Kalia bared her fangs for the first time in a long time. Fangs exist to hunt prey, so of course they will do so.

　Even though his chest is still coated with a faint chill like mud. Even as she realized that her limbs were losing their strength to a frightening degree.

　Still, Kalia let her trembling knees rise.

　If he did nothing, the situation would surely get worse. Fialaert was trapped, and Elddis was still tied up in King's Landing. And so Lugis became a demon.

　The worst is yet to come, and where is the path to victory?

　But of course, my greatest concern is for him, Lugis.

　He said he didn't know who he was. If that is true, and he has lost all memory of his human life, it would be a huge shock to Kalia. The thought of it still makes her fingertips shake and she wants to run to bed.

　But at the same time, I thought. What if he's forgotten all his memories?

　If he's lost all memory of other women, even that one.

　--Isn't now the time for you to occupy him? You could fill him up with everything you have.

　A numbing sensation ran down Kalia's spine. Of course, there was no guarantee that he would remember only himself conveniently. Still, it's worth considering. It could end badly, but it could also end well.

　And you are the only one who has been given that opportunity. Kalia's silver eyes hardened and her cheeks twisted. She snaps her fingers lightly. What, if he's destroyed, we can rebuild him once again.

　Well, if the soldiers are right and he pretended not to know you as part of a ruse. If he's doing something so trivial.

　--There was no doubt that it would be beyond description. Kalia had no idea what would happen to her at that moment.

"Well. Now let us devise a plan, Oirant. Not for defeat, but for victory. I will do all I can.

　Kalia slammed her arm down on the table and said to the Borvat soldiers in front of her, and to the soldiers around her.

　Karia's thoughts and ideas were exactly those of a giant. Giants control destruction and rebirth. The only one in this world who has the right to do so is here.

　And it was directing its full power at one man. With no mercy whatsoever.

"You can save the mastighios. But you must also listen to my wishes.


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　Inside Labur's opulent chambers. In a voice that seemed to shatter the glorious furnishings around her, the witch Junerva spoke. Poison was beginning to mix with the exhalations coming from her joints.

　It was a sign of passion.

I don't know what you're doing here. I don't know what the hell you're doing here. You'd better be careful what you answer.

　The tone of voice was the same as always, but we could all sense that the words were filled with anger. If it was just a demon, it would shake its tail feathers and run away, there was enough heat there. The raptor's eyes widened as if it was glaring at an enemy.

　But the demon in front of his gaze responded by sitting on the bed and throwing out his legs.

"Hahaha!　What's wrong with your pungent face, bird head? Why do I need your permission to do anything?

　As he said this, Majin Lugis already had his finger on the magic sword in his hand. His eyes are dark and he easily hates and despises the existence in front of him. It's as if to say that's the way you are.

　The air is evaporating. Poison and hatred muddled together, and the space seemed to distort.

　The two demons feel each other. This guy and I don't get along. Their very existence is the opposite.

　Just as they were about to start their second killing spree, the demon Lovell finally opened his neat lips.

"Stop it, both of you. It's useless for two demons to fight each other. We both have things to do.

　The air faded for a moment at her words, but Junerva still said, as if she couldn't take it any longer.

"Lovell. There's so much I don't understand. Why did you make him a demon? Why do you allow him to be free? Even his heart isn't something he should be allowed to do.

　After a beat, Lovell responded.

I only corrected his fate, Junerva. As a result, he became a demon. You know we demons don't have the power to create demons. Please correct your understanding immediately.

　After saying that, Lovell turned his gaze to Lugis beside him for a moment. He was dressed in black and purple and still had his hand on his magic sword.



　But there was no sign of hostility towards Lovell. And the gears inside him were functioning properly. It would pass through him to the heart, to her.

　Laboure chuckled in his chest, though his expression did not show it. Laboure didn't understand that it was something close to an emotion.

The heart has been taken care of. All that's left is to stabilize it so we can transplant it.

　The heart - Fialaat was a strong soul and spirit. Even Laboure could admire that as out of the ordinary. There's no mistake.

　No matter how many times she stripped the magic from her body, no matter how many times she inflicted excruciating pain, she did not break. As a sorceress, it would have been an unparalleled shock to have her magic stripped from her. She must have experienced countless times the pain of having her organs ripped out alive.

　It usually makes people crazy. The body and the mind are not as strong as we think. The mind is a slave to the body, and if you put pressure on the body, the mind will always go crazy.

　But she was unbreakable. So Lovell decides.

　There's something fatally wrong with her. That's the only explanation.

　But that's not good enough. The soul must be completely surrendered before the new magic can take hold in the body. It can't be an organ that circulates the magic of the Great Demon Vriligant.

　But that's over now. As he turned into a demon in front of her eyes, she threw everything away in a daze.

　After all, he was something that was at the core of Fialaat. Of course, Lovell could not guess what that feeling was. But if you observe the situation, that's what it was.

　So there is no problem anymore. Even after saying this, Junerva was still unhappy.

"......, but no matter how hard I try, he's still a human. He could betray us at any moment.

　Junerva glared at Lugis, not trying to hide her suspicious eyes. Lugis cowered his shoulders and said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa.

"Hey, hey, hey. Betrayal?　--That's what you say to your friends.

　A moment later, Junerva's wings opened. It's not that I don't like it. You can find a lot more than just a few of them.

　But the magic sword made a sound as if it had seen through that step. Tearing the smell of poisonous liquid from the air, the sword roars and strikes the large wing.

　--Instantly, the air ripped apart. A violent blow, relying on his strength, collided with it, creating a distorted reverberation.

　A few times it continued, and when Junerva truly began to show murderous intent and Lugis hatred in his eyes, Lovell raised his quiet voice again. He acted as if he was used to it.

There are no more words for you. If you are so concerned about his defection, then here is what we will do. Immediate approval.

　Rabur turned to Lugis and said. He seemed to be more open to the words of the one who had implanted the gears. He gave a small nod and narrowed his eyes.

"The day after tomorrow, we will be executing the human hero, the Magic General. I'm sorry, but that's the only way to go, since you've rebelled against us.

　So, Lovell continued. Lugis just listened without interest.

　--Execute him with your own hands. Immediate, understanding.