"Which one is it?"
"Wuwu..."
Ingrid paused slightly, then suddenly realized sothing. Her eyes narrowed, and her head followed suit, lifting up to point at the "maid" behind her.
"Wuwuwu!"
Fisher’s gaze hardened, and amidst the astonished looks from everyone present, she abruptly reached out to grab the long spear in Rafael’s hand. Rafael paused for a mont, but seeing Fisher’s cold expression, she quickly released the spear, allowing it to maintain its form.
"Ah..."
Upon seeing Fisher grasp the spear, the "maid" seed to sense sothing amiss, just about to speak when the red spear already rushed towards her like a rainbow accompanied by a violent explosion.
"Ah!!"
Ingrid’s rosy face suddenly turned pale. She shut her eyes tightly in fright, feeling the surrounding air and wind coalescing and crashing towards her, as if Fisher intended to send her back to hell with a single shot.
As a human, she could only scream in pure helplessness, scream!
However, the spear was not aid at her, but at the demon behind her.
In the second Fisher threw the spear, the maid hadn’t even reacted before facing the spear under the power of the Mythical Rank, which pierced straight through her head, severing the connection of her hand with Ingrid... no, it should be a tentacle like an arrow.
"Boom!"
The entire tent was blown away, and the maid’s headless body swayed twice before falling to the ground. From her maid uniform, a stream of blood as hot as lava seeped out.
Another maid witnessing this, a long, terrifying tail swayed and extended from behind her, her face twisted with ferocity, slowly growing a pair of horns like a goat’s on her head,
"You dare refuse the Duke’s orders! You..."
Rafael furrowed her brow, beckoning with her hand, and the flying red spear instantly returned, smashing her head before flying back into her own hand.
Looking at the two headless non-human bodies, Rafael couldn’t help but wonder,
"Is this also... Demon Species? Why do they seem so weak? It’s a world of difference compared to Barbatos from before..."
Moli shook her head as well, thinking if Lord Ramasitia were here, she might know the answer. Unfortunately, four and a half years ago, He left her side, possibly returning to the sea floor to deal with urgent matters, and hasn’t returned since. Everything had to be handled by Moli herself.
anwhile, Ingrid collapsed on the ground, her body almost drenched in cold sweat. Clutching her chest, she breathed heavily, feeling as though she’d survived a catastrophe, grateful for the blessing of the Goddess of Luck,
"Mother Goddess... Mother Goddess bless ... I... I actually survived..."
Ingrid knelt on the ground, tears rolling down her face. Fisher quickly approached her, not making any physical contact, only turning around to introduce her to Rafael and the others,
"This is Ingrid, a reporter from Schwali. Before I joined the Red Dragon Court, she temporarily served as my guide. We entered a Nali factory producing war weapons, which led to being targeted by Barbatos..."
"I see..."
Rafael approached, looking at the human before him like a frightened chick, quickly losing interest, eyes shifting to the approaching Dragon Court Soldiers, feeling a bit distressed.
However, Moli, with her attentive deanor, noticed the scattered gold, silver, and jewels inside the tent and couldn’t help but ask Fisher,
"But if it’s just the Fake Court sending a ssage, why send so many jewels?"
This sentence suddenly shocked Ingrid back to clarity.
Her pupils constricted, and she hurriedly lifted her head, speaking rapidly to Fisher,
"Fe... Fisher, there’s a weird guy on that ship, originally with those two, but... but they killed him, spreading her flesh and blood on those things. I... I have no idea why, but..."
"Buzz!"
Ingrid’s words suddenly halted because a round symbol on the back of her neck suddenly lit up.
Behind her, the headless maid’s body started to twist again, revealing a face made of flesh and blood on the demon’s corpse. The face was grotesque, not showing a specific expression, only its mouth, full of serrated teeth, constantly spewing filthy words,
"Heh... my lord... we bear Duke Agares’ blessing... since you refuse the Duke’s orders, we can only leave the young lady and treasure here..."
"Caw!"
As her words concluded, a bird, as eagle-like as it was crow-like, circled in the sky, but did not descend, only dropping an item small to no end.
Fisher looked up, realizing it was a severed finger.
"Fisher! Fisher! Get everyone to move away quickly!!"
At this mont, just as Fisher was completely confused, arriving even faster than the Dragon Court Soldiers was a square, rotating book, precisely Erhardt—perhaps to speed up his movent, adopting such a comical way of travel.
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