Vassago, who was hit by the concentrated aura that I threw, hunched over with a painful sound.
Although the demon quickly regained his senses and stood in tiptoe to reach me, I easily swept Vassago to the other side when he came close in front of me.
âAre you telling me this is the extent of Vassagoâs power?â
Power overflowed as if the embankment that had been blocking the violent current had finally collapsed.
It was to the point that I couldnât believe there were days I had struggled sniffing around trying to purify the pieces of Asmodeus.
âI feel like I could annihilate Asmodeus now even without the help of Vassago.â
It was only after I opened my two arms and released some aura that I was able to calm my excited self.
âHowever, itâs still strange.â
I tilted my head while stomping on Vassagoâs hand, who had collapsed in front of me.
The demonâs face contorted in humiliation.
âYour smell is too light.â
As my ability became stronger the more sensitive I became and noticed a change in Vassago.
Whenever I faced Baal or the other demons in Lagrange, I was always suffocated by the stench that stung my nose, but the current Vassago almost didnât give off any scent.
Maybe, itâs not that my ability had come back along with my memories, but that Vassago had just become terribly weak.
âCome to think of it, why is Vassago with Charlotte?â
My eyes narrowed seeing Vassagoâs lips curl up.
âWhy were you pretending to be a priest?â
âBecause I thought it was important for Charlotte to see me on her side. I thought she wouldnât listen to me if I told her I was a demon.â
In the end, that meant Vassago needed Charlotteâs help.
But what kind of help did the demon want from a woman, who claimed to be a saint regardless of its true essence?
âThe aura is flowing towards her.â
It was then that I noticed that Vassago's aura was moving along a long stream of water towards her.
âStop!â
âI already told you youâre too late, Anissa.â
I glared at the aggravating Vassago and turned my head to follow the shadow that was slowly slipping from his fingertips.
Boom, Bang!!!
I thought I heard a loud roar and saw the cave where Dietrich was collapsing.
âAre Dietrich and Charlotte confronting each other?â
âItâs not up to you to decide whether itâs too late or not, Vassago.â
âUgh! Let go!â
I began to head for the cave, clutching Vassago by his nape.
I said it with confidence, but I was anxious.
Even though the distance was close enough that I could see it with my own eyes, the feeling of not being able to narrow it down made me feel frustrated.
âNo wonder he was weak compared to before.â
It seemed that Vassago was sending his powers to Charlotte secretly.
âDietrich!â
I urgently looked around for Dietrich but I couldnât see him with all the dust surrounding the cave like a fog.
âDietrich!!!â
âWhat if heâs buried under all the rubble?â
Normally, I wouldnât have to worry but he was currently unconscious. I scrambled to my feet, worried about the defenseless Dietrich.
âHeâs not answering. Maybe he still hasnât woken up?â
Without even wiping my dripping tears, I began to dig up the piles of stones.
Blood pooled in the palm of my hands which had been stabbed by the sharp debris but I wasnât in my right mind to feel the pain.
âHeuk! Ugh!â
âIs he hurt? No, what if heâs dead?â
âHuu, what if heâs, hyup, completely, urgh, crushed?â
Regrets of leaving him behind in the cave filled up my throat.
It was too easy to judge that Charlotteâs holy power was not as good as my ability to attack.
âWhat are you doing?â
Then someone poked me with a finger on the side of my crying face.
I answered temperamentally while digging through the pile of debris I couldnât even see the bottom of.
âWhat do you mean! Hiccup! Iâm looking for you!â
Why were you asking while sitting there?!
I turned to Dietrich, who sighed in irritation.
Standing on the pile of broken debris, he was completely fine with not a single scratch on him.
âWhy are you crying?â
He smiled lightly while looking at me as he stood crookedly at a distance.
I stared blankly at the hand he extended toward me.
âStop crying and come here.â
â............"
âHurry.â
Tadak. Tak.
As I leaped across the short distance at once, he hugged me in his arms as if he had been waiting.
I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and bowed my head. The moment my forehead touched his firm shoulder, the cry that had stopped exploded again.
âAh, itâs not the time to cry just like this.â
We never knew when Vassago, who had regained his energy and Charlotte, who had gained strength, would come at us.
Even while thinking about that, my vision just kept getting blurry.
âHic, huuu.â
âItâs strange youâre still crying.â
Dietrich patted me on the back affectionately but also uttered mean remarks.
Listening to his blunt rebuke made me feel like I was back in Lagrange.
âShut, ugh, hyup!, up.â
âYou have a runny nose.â
âThatâs not true!â
Thatâs not possible. I turned my head away in denial when Dietrichâs arm that wasnât holding me moved as if to wipe my face.
But he grabbed the back of my neck and turned my head to face him.
âBlow.â
â............."
âBlow your nose.â
He held out a handkerchief and told me to blow my nose.
He waved the handkerchief in front of me while giving me a sidelong glance and I snatched the handkerchief away from him and blew my nose on my own.
âI canât believe heâs still carrying a handkerchief even in this situation.â
I was embarrassed to return the dirty handkerchief so I held it tightly in my hand and looked at him when from a distance, I smelled the faint scent of a demon.
I looked around again with my nerves on edge.
âIt definitely smells like Baal.â
I wouldnât confuse Baal with another demon.
âDonât tell me you summoned Baal?â
âThatâs right.â
Surprised, my face twisted at Dietrichâs calm affirmation.
âHow could you call out Baal?!â
He had already abused using the demonâs ability that the state of his soul was at stake.
âEven if heâs Baal, heâs still a demon ââ
I bit my lip, staring at the tattoo that moved insidiously as if it would swallow Dietrich at any moment.
âItâs all right now.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âEven if I called Baal, itâs alright. Maybe.â
I knitted my eyebrows at his small addition.
If itâs all right, then itâs all right. Whatâs with the maybe itâs all right?
With my hand on his shoulder, I closed my eyes to determine Baalâs position and felt his familiar stench mixed together with an aura I saw for the first time.
âIt seems like heâs fighting someone?â
âI ordered him to get rid of Vassago.â
âNo, itâs not Vassagoâs smell.â
I looked at the place where I threw Vassago to find Dietrich.
The sprawling figure of the demon had already disappeared without a trace.
âAnissa.â
But before I could find where the missing demon had disappeared to, a voice called out to me.
I found Charlotte glancing at us with silent eyes while still on the pile of debris.
âAnissa, do you want to stop conforming to fate?â
Another voice overlapped with the voice she was calling me with.
I gazed into her bright yellow eyes and opened my mouth, â......Hella?â
âI see you recognize me. I borrowed Charlotteâs body for a moment to converse with you.â
Her voice, which spoke with force on each syllable, even felt holy at first glance.
An intense desire to kneel and bow my head soared but I grabbed Dietrichâs hands tightly instead and bit my lips.
âA benevolent goddess?â
I didnât know when it became benevolent to arbitrarily control peopleâs minds.
âAre you all right?â
Noticing that I was overwhelmed by Hellaâs aura, he grabbed my hand back.
I nodded my head lightly and met Hellaâs distinctive eyes which were looking at me as if my behavior was interesting.
âDietrich, about âHellaâ.......â
âSheâs a demon. Just like Baal.â
I thought it was strange from the time I learned that an impartial god who loved peace threw only the children of the North as prey to the demons.
âPeople seemed to think that it was fine to do that to the North.â
Didnât that also mean that Hella was controlling peopleâs thoughts?
At Dietrichâs words, Hella frowned as if expressing displeasure. She even clicked her tongue and shook her head.
âIn the end, youâve called Baal again. Just because it wasnât a fair price doesnât mean the contract has disappeared.â
Charlotte, no, Hella raised her right hand high and pointed at Dietrichâs tattoo which was getting darker and darker.
The air began to freeze when she reminded him of the curse on him.
âStop, stop it!â
Even when I screamed in shock, Hella still threw Dietrich into the air.
The moment he raised a shadow to counterattack, a white curtain shuttered between him and us. Hella, who clasped my arm tightly, whispered.
âAnissa, I also donât want to persecute you like this. Follow my will and give up Lagrange. I am like your God.â
I snorted at Hellaâs solemn tone, speaking as if she really was a God.
âEven so, youâre a demon.â
Her eyes were dyed with embarrassment when I scoffed at her ears.
âWhether youâre a God or a demon, who cares?â
â.........What?â
âDonât touch Dietrich. If you do, Iâll tear you to death.â