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As consciousness hovered at the edge of awareness for a while, footsteps echoed in.
Faintly registering the movent, Renee laboriously lifted her eyelids.
The approaching presence grew louder, indicating soone was drawing near. Renee focused her senses. It seed human, judging by the absence of demonic aura. Not only Renee but Ar, too, halted his cries upon hearing the footsteps.
Renee silently felt around her thigh. She fumbled with the garter, extracting the remaining blade hidden within. This would rid her of the sensation of the tal pressing against her thigh. It was the last blade.
Leader?
Amidst the tension, a strange male voice was heard.
With a clatter, the man dropped the staff he was holding.
The tallic rod clattered noisily to the ground. Renee squinted slightly, glancing at the man. Perhaps her right eye had lost function entirely, as her vision was blurry. Amidst this, the only clear thing was the green shock of hair.
The human with green hair likely belonged to this Mage Tower as he addressed Ar as the leader and was holding a staff.
What was intriguing, however, was the mans remarkable composure. He seed prepared for the situation to a certain extent. He must have encountered nurous colleagues corpses on his way up to this level. He appeared to have a fair estimation of what might have occurred.
Leader! What happened? Y-your wrist
Haim?
Yes, its Haim. Leader, what in the world has happened
The man referred to as Haim began to speak, his words faltering. Ar, overcoming spasms, barely raised his arm. The direction his severed wrist pointed towards was Renee. Haim stared at Renee, leaning against the pillar, for a few seconds.
You were there at that ti
Renee didnt respond, just glaring at Haim. Haim didnt continue speaking either. Just locking eyes was enough to fit the jumbled puzzle pieces together. Having grasped the situation, Haim turned back towards Ar.
Leader, can you hold on?
Haim, it hurts It hurts, quickly Ah, please Save , my wrist, my wrist, my wrist
Calm down, youve lost too much blood.
That bitch, that bitch kill her
Leader, pull yourself together and listen to properly.
There was urgency in the voice. Haim pulled sothing out of his arms.
Do you see what this is?
He would have held it out right in front of Ars face. Yet Ar only shook his head. Whether gradually nearing death and losing sight, or regardless of Haim shaking that item in front of him, Ar only kept shaking his head.
What is it?
Its a high-grade magic stone embedded with an escape spell. With just this, we can get out of here. But my mana is too low to activate it. Leader, you have to infuse mana into it.
What do you an?
I dont have ti to explain in detail. Escaping from here is urgent. Theres no way I can defeat an opponent you couldnt. Leader, just live for now. Whether you seek revenge or not!
Saying that, he placed that item onto Ars chest.
Ar, hesitating for a mont, slowly nodded. Casting without a wrist was impossible, but infusing mana was sothing he could manage. Ar slowly poured mana into the item Haim had handed him. It seed like pouring out all the remaining life force. That was Graumitz Ars final straw to grasp.
Renee just stood by, observing.
She was too powerless to intervene. She couldnt clearly understand the situation.
But before all that, Renee was certain.
That man known as Haim.
Hes definitely not on Ars side.
Contrary to his voice, there was no trace of concern for Ar in his expression. When their eyes t, it wasnt the expression of an adversary but one of jubilation. After realizing Ars sight had faltered, Haim overtly smiled. When making a proposal to Ar, he couldnt contain his laughter, suppressing it as he grinned.
Above all, the last thing given to Graumitz Ar, the magic stone.
Renee gagged as she saw the stone Haim handed over. A retch escaped, bringing up nothing but bile since she hadnt eaten.
Theres no way that stone contains a high-grade escape spell.
Can one forget sothing ant to be forgotten? Inside that dark-hued stone was a squirming, fetus-like form, much like what had been inside the Crimson Love Stone.
Demon.
Huh? Uh? Ugh, ugh cough cough
As Renee muttered, Ar retched.
What ca out of his mouth was a clot of dark crimson.
What? Wh-why? How why, AHH!
He scread in agony. A surge of black mana seeped out of the magic stone and pierced Ars body. Through his nose, mouth, even his eyesArs body absorbed the black mist as his body convulsed. He seed to squeeze out all the blood from his body endlessly.
Haim?
As soon as he asked the question, Ars pupils started spinning. His dimd vision couldnt locate Haim or anything else, as his pupils looked in different directions.
Finally, amid the blood-drenched lips stuttered a voice.
You cant be
You seem to be in pain. Well, since youre about to die soon, would it be alright if I tell the truth? And also to formally greet Miss Ren here. Ill tell you the truth Ive hidden.
What? No, no! Ugh, it hurts. Oh, oh! Haim. Wh-why? Why Haim what why, AHHHH!
He laughed. Haim laughed. His laughter held no pretense. Ars screams were music to Haim. Turning to Renee, Haim spoke.
Haim Saryuvelle, a poor disciple whos responsible for our leader Mr Ar A spy pretending to be
Before receiving a response, Ars neck twisted halfway around. Observing death with the gaze of a street acrobat admiring tricks, Haim added:
Mr Ar has made too many enemies. Why would the Graumitz main family send a spy to monitor their beloved protege? Why would they order the imdiate elimination upon showing any suspicious signs? Why would a finished deal like Miss Ren co seeking revenge? Isnt that right?
A thunderous noise pierced the ears. Thud! Crack! Amidst the resounding and the bones of Ar reassembling, Haims voice was nearly drowned out.
Where are the fangs?
What? Mr Ar didnt tell you?
As Renee, witnessing such a scene, asked in a low voice, Haim glanced at Ar. Ar lay sprawled like a discarded rag, seemingly devoid of a single drop of blood. The ground was a lively crimson. Bent in a grotesque posture, she was silent, as if already dead. Haim sighed.
The fangs were auctioned off to the Raize region. Such weapons are of little use in the Mage Tower. Its far more profitable to replenish resources from the auction money.
Anyway, Im grateful to Miss Ren here. Since youve done my work for , I want to repay you But thats that and this is this. Dissolving this situation might lead Miss Ren to chase after , you know?
If the situation had co to Haim eliminating Ar, he would have used assassination as a thod.
He wouldnt have chosen assassination for no reason. Ar is not an opponent to be underestimated.
Moreover, the silver-haired girl is a presence that severed Ars wrist. Judging by the smooth cut on the severed wrist, it seems like it was done in a single strike.
Ending it with one strike. A formidable opponent, even if appearing exhausted, is not soone to be taken lightly.
Haim was no match for Renee.
However, if its a demon that used Ar as a dium, the story would be different.
Then, this is it.
With a smirk, Haim fled downstairs. Ars corpse slowly floated in the air. The distorted and contorted figure, bending and twisting in various ways, would make anyone think it wasnt human if they hadnt witnessed the process.
The ground trembled. The Mage Tower was in turmoil.
From Ars corpse, loathso purple things spread in all directions, then gathered again. Indistinguishable limbs, whether arms or legs, erged from the purple liquid. Dozens of teeth, not chosen carefully, protruded through the grotesque skin, and a sinister extra eye glared at Renee through the stretched skin.
The demon that erged from the corpse let out a howl. Renees silver hair fluttered in the sound waves. Her right eye, damaged during the fight, barely made out the form of the demon. It wasnt a shape she particularly wanted to see in detail, and at this mont, she was relieved that her right eye was damaged.
Renee muttered quietly.
Pathetic.
It was a word directed at the demon in front of her. A word to the painfully deceased Ar. Simultaneously, it was a word to herself.
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There was no chance of winning against such a demon. At least, not with a body as battered and weaponless as Renees was now.
So what would unfold next wasnt going to be a grand battle. It would simply be a tragedy in which one helpless maid would be horribly ripped and shredded apart. Because she is powerless. Because right now, Renee Rello was the most powerless there is.
In fact, if she had decided to escape, she would have found an opportunity sohow.
Here, Renee was paying for her sins.
There was no aning to her remaining life anyway.
She didnt want to beco more pathetic.
Its erasing the real traces.
Here.
Forever.
The demon that was dripping saliva roared again. Countless legs extended from its body, reaching Renee in an instant. Among the tentacle-like nurous hands, the longest and thinnest one headed towards Renee. Renee, trying to endure the discomfort, bit her lips. Sothing slimy touched her forehead. The voice resonated as if carving letters directly into her head. It wasnt a language that could be understood, but the certainty that she would die soon was palpable.
Certainly, she could feel that she would die.
Is this it? Is this where Renee dies?
Dying in such a disgraceful manner by a despicable creature. It feels like a punishnt, doesnt it? Is this what karma dictates as Renees fault in this incident?
The truth is, she knew. She was aware that this whole thing was her fault. Devourer likely despises Renee. Yes, Renee is a sinner. Thats right. This seems like the fitting death for a sinner like Renee.
Even so.
Those filthy hands.
Slling of Devourers scent that still lingered on Renees body.
Dont dare to put it on !
She pulled out the dagger she had been gripping tightly.
It happened in an instant. Renee swung the dagger towards the demon in front of her.
First, she thrust the dagger into the center of the repulsive and large pupils that stared at her. The demon let out a scream. Viscous fluid poured out with a squelching sound. The light pink dress was stained with mucus.
After pulling out the dagger, Renee, with the remaining strength, pushed the dagger under the demons chin. The demon had no heart. The only place that seed like a vital spot was the throat.
Even if I die, Ill take you with
But one dagger was not enough.
In response to the demons counterattack, Renees body floated into the air.
Between the diminishing sight, dozens of demon arms ca into view. Hundreds of fingers were visible. Sharp claws resembled stakes. Hundreds of stakes were aid at Renee all at once.
It was an intention to pierce through her, leaving her torn apart.
Ah.
It wasnt enough, as expected.
She closed her eyes. Sadness settled on her thick eyebrows.
Unfortunately, there was no lantern-like thing coming to her mind.
It felt like there was no sense of crisis in death, so she wondered if this was what it was.
Closing her eyes and ears, she recalled Devourer.
Mr Devourer, will you really be sad if you find out that Im dead?
It was a situation reminiscent of when Renne was first saved. When her body and soul were parched, unable to find aning in life. Thats when Devourer appeared, dark and obscure but to Renne, a dazzling light.
Renne recalled what Batory said. The Primordial Core was fighting against the subjugation force,, wasnt that it? By now, everyone must be busy. They might not be able to co. Even if they could, they wouldnt, right?
Renne thought she would die without regrets, but sothing stirred within her.
For the last ti
Mr Devourer.
I wanted to see you.
Even with closed eyes, Renne vaguely felt the shadow emanating the stench completely obscuring her view. It truly seed like the end now.
She thought it was really the end.
A deafening roar temporarily paralyzed her ears.
Then, a rush of air pressure followed. Faint light seeped in, and it seed like the foul-slling shadow from right in front of her had disappeared. The direction of the wind, the pattern of the waves, she could sense them.
The demon didnt vanish. It had been blasted away by an imnse energy collision.
While questioning the situation, she also doubted her own senses. This sudden sensation was absolute, to the extent that most creatures, when trying to comprehend it, would simply go mad. It was sothing darker than black, deeper than the abyss. Even the darkest entities rarely possessed this kind of power.
There was only one being capable of such a thing.
Renne knew the source of this energy. It belonged to soone who was not supposed to return.
In the instant before she could open her eyes, Renne felt the warmth of arms gently catching her as she fell. That warmth, so gentle, delicately placed her on the ground, maybe to avoid causing more harm.
Renne trembled. If she were in a space with others, she might have been overwheld by emotion and cried.
Even though her eyes still didnt open, she was certain.
Was this really happening, was it not a dream?
Mr Devourer.
Phase. 9
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