Accepting anissa, Baal exhales a long breath, and hides the half of distracted woman in his arms.
âBecause of your ethereum being smashed, it seems like Iâve chosen the right owner to be loyal.â
According to Baalâs words, Asmodeusâ ether was less than half left. Baal lifted the tail of his mouth and handed the fallen sword back to his master.
The scattered devilâs essence gathers again, and the sword finds itself. Dietrich gasped a tight breath and wiped the blood flowing from his mouth with the tip of his sword.
âHopefully, you might win. Itâs because the princess cleanses hard.â
ââŚâŚIf you leave this place, you will have to be punished for not properly stopping Anissa.â
âIf you can get out, your Majesty, and know it properly. Itâs a busa go who opened the door. Itâs hidden inside the brooch,â
said Baal shrugging, and Dietrich glanced at the serene brooch. Now, it wasnât a situation to be holding on to bar cheap.
âBecause I donât have a lot of regrets.â
While holding the sword in one hand, he swept the forehead of Anissa in Baalâs arms.
âI thought it wouldnât matter if I died.â
I donât know why the decision to think that Iâve got it all shakes when I face this delicate yet bold face.
âTo die, die in My hand.â
At that moment, Anissa, who thought she had lost her mind, opened her eyes. The child muttered a little while staring at him with tears so much, so with his brighter eyes.
âDonât decide on your own.â
ââŚâŚâŚ. .â
â The Family isnât like that.â
okay.
Dietrich turned his back, raising his mouth at an angle. Asmodeus, with his knees bent halfway, waits for him.
The devil, who sat down and eaten Alphonse, opened a huge mouth.
âNo,â
I cried as I watched Dietrich running to Asmodeus, leaving me to Baal.
âI have to get up.â
Even if he was given the set value of being the strongest villain in the world, it would be insufficient for Asmodeus.
Because Asmodeus was the god of all shadows ruled by LaGrange.
I tried hard to get my body up, but the strength didnât work properly.
Caen!
At that moment, Dietrichâs sword and Asmodeusâ claws collide. The sharp metallic sound resonates loudly in the space.
âThe setting of the worldâs strongest villain is long enough.â
As I watched Dietrich fight, who hadnât finished growing yet, I remembered the former commitment ofâThe Menâs War of the Rosesâ.
âIf itâs as much as that against Asmodeus, then Hermann canât even be a match.â
Despite the nickname of evil spirits, Asmodeus was easily cut off like a radish sliced by Dietrichâs sword.
âYou know that your attack is useless to me!â
However, no matter how sharp Dietrich had his sword, it was of no use to the Shadow Demon. I glared at Asmodeus, which was constantly regenerating, and gave strength to my shoulders.
âI have to help! Wake.â
As Dietrich was getting tired little by little, he bite his lips tightly and touched the floor, but he pounded his head thanks to the blurry vision.
I woke up again without groaning once. Why did the devil, who seemed to be quiet after entering the gates of Detrie rather than me, suddenly wanted to speak out, but I picked up a brooch that glowed dark red.
âYes, help me, please.â
As soon as I answer, the blood runs out of the body without warning. The back neck was squeezed and I felt bad at the cool feeling, but the brooch faded my blood and swelled little by little.
The sealing stone of the bar was soon engulfed in the red mist of a sword as if it was bleeding blood, and then it began to bloom in the form of a human.
âErediaâs blood is always rewarding.â
In an instant, the image of a bar was revealed in the fog. It was a devil that was much more human-like than Baal after finishing the imagery.
Except for the fact that the fangs were a little long, he seemed to believe that he was a human.
âThe southern humans seem to be sucking on medicine without our knowledge, right?â
His bright red hair and his contrasting dark green eyes glow like that of a snake. He was speaking with a heavy voice as if he had brought hell to reality.
âBut you shouldnât think that this is all of the price.â
âItâs okay to take anything! Itâs all good. Save Dietrich.â
As if my words were funny, the devil temptingly twisted the thin mouth.
âHumans are so easy to swear before and now.â
I sucked up to the last drop of the red liquid, presumably my blood, on my fingertips, and then turned my back.
Even if I called the bar cheap, I couldnât be relieved right away. I barely found Dietrich in the crushed vision like a sunken oil painting.
He never changed direction while he was pushed back little by little by Asmodeusâ fierce attack under evil.
I was behind his back. It was foolishly just to endure.
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After that, it seems that I have lost my mind at all, and it seems that I simply canât get the memory right.
It seems that I am not able to properly remember. Anyway, it was all over when I regained my mind.
âDietrich!â
I woke up from my seat, flapping my arms like a fish that had just been taken off the ground.
My whole body aches and my limbs are numb, but the most serious problem was my limited vision.
As if I could dig my eyes, I canât see my eyes in the bright sunlight.
I was scared and ate and reached out my hand.
âDietrich?â
ââŚâŚâŚ .â
âHere you? Dietrich!â
I canât hear the answer.
I wonder if the bar was cheap, but I couldnât do anything with Asmodeus. It was not without the possibility.
He was only a heretic child who was rejected by the same demons, but Asmodeus was literally like a god.
âIsnât it dead?â
lâI felt like I was going to cry at any moment because of such terrible thoughts. I bit my lips tight and barely endured my tears.
âNo!â
âI guess Iâm dead.â
Itâs because Iâm too late.
Because I misunderstood Dietrich.
Even though I promised not to trust only the settings that the original gave him.
Because I couldnât recognize Dietrich.
I.
because of me.
There is a lot of unpleasant resentment.
A shadow popped over my head, which I hated and didnât know what to do.
The shadow, which can be felt even with a hazy vision, opened up late after opening a blunt mouth.
âWhy do you call me that way.â
âAre you next to me?!â
âuh.â
âBut why do you answer now!â
The voice grows in resentment. Stealing my dry eyes filled with tears, I turned to the roughly guessed position of him.
âAre there any injuries?â
âno.â
âWhere does it hurt?â
âIt doesnât hurt.â
Lies.
Itâs clear that He is lying that I canât open my eyes properly now. There were more than ten injuries I witnessed.
But I stuttered in the air, pretending not to know Dietrichâs lies. If he finally understood my meaning, he comes to my hand.
As always, the cool temperature gave me barely peace of mind. I grasped his hands, hard with calluses, with both hands.
âI canât see you in front of me.â
âItâs because youâre wasting your talents. For the time being, youâd better take a break.â
âWhat about Asmodeus?â
Little by little, the vision begins to become clear little by little, as if that word had been a spell.
I only found a long scar on Dietrichâs cheek.
âLiars! Youâre hurt!â
âI?â
As if he was stunned, he raised the tail of one of his mouths and asked back. Seeing that I was giving my cheek a glance, he stuttered, unbelievably confused, opened his mouth.
âThis? Is this hurt?â
âThen it hurts, what is it?â
and even serious. It was a wound on his face.
âIn this million blue ah face!â
However, it seems that Dietrich was not even aware of the scars on his face. He leaned his head, scratching my cheek.
âIsnât it okay if thereâs only a hindrance to life.â
âno!â
âIs that all you have to ask?â
âAsk to be?â
âIâŚ.â
âyou? â
Dietrich, at my rush, blurs the horsetail and does not immediately connect. I could guess what he wanted to say.
â I â â
âDid you try to sacrifice me as a sacrifice at the last gateway? So whatâs been protecting me?â
To my question, he couldnât answer properly and squeezed his mouth. It was obvious that the invisible sweat was spilling out of the back of the head.