"To be honest, this is the first ti I’ve encountered an enemy who asked to rember him," Lanci muttered to himself, staring at the slanting curtain behind the ruins.
Previously, Beelzebub had seed especially frantic, bluntly stating that he intended to leave an indelible mory.
"But unfortunately, it seems what I have to teach you is love..."
As Lanci faced Perlman, who was being manipulated by Beelzebub, he could only show a look of regret, gently waving his right hand as if bidding farewell to Beelzebub.
But by that point, Beelzebub couldn’t care less about Lanci’s psychological tactics.
The Bathist Count’s Mansion garden, once blooming with life and vitality, was now a scene of ruin and decay.
The raging torrential rain turned the garden into a muddy swamp, the previously neat and tidy pebbled paths now unevenly pocked with puddles big and small.
All the glass in the greenhouse was shattered, exposing the precious plants and flowers to the unabating rain, fragile and dangerously close to the brink.
"..."
Beelzebub felt an unprecedented fear coursing through him, as a terrifying presence akin to the arrival of the Death God and a chilling gaze that froze the soul descended upon him.
He had lost count of how many tis he had brutally beaten Ivanos.
Every trembling nerve in his body was screaming to flee, and his pores were seeping cold sweat.
His once unassailable arrogance crumbled away in that instant, and the instinct to survive took precedence; under the looming shadow of death, Beelzebub couldn’t care about saving face. He turned around frantically and took flight at top speed, like a startled bird.
The pitiful and panicked figure vanished into the rain curtain in the sky in an instant.
Enon watched Beelzebub’s hasty retreat but did not imdiately give chase. Instead, she gently lay Christina down on the ground of the garden.
The radiance that wafted around was incomparable to any fla, akin to the Divine Era’s light ford by the rage and power of the fire deity—a light that caused every creature that neared it to tremble deep within their souls, an awe of the supre power and a fear of the instinct of life.
Enon was silent and placed her hand on Christina’s chest. Suddenly, a spark burst forth from Christina, and rich magic power surged into her body as if to gradually revive her.
"Maybe I really am crazy, bestowing my life-saving magic on such a useless girl..." she murmured to herself.
Her mind was still a chaos, but she sowhat knew what she was doing.
It was the Huojia Rebirth Dual-System Epic Spell that could force her from the brink of death back to life; now being used on a Second-order girl with not too high of a talent, Enon herself found it absurd and laughable.
Gradually, Christina’s originally pale face began to recover its color, like a withered rose blooming anew.
Her tightly closed eyes began to tremble slightly, as though she might awaken at any mont. Her chest began to rise and fall weakly but regularly, the breath of life flowing gently within her.
"En..."
Christina’s eyes, half-awake and blurry, could not make out the red-haired figure in the storm.
But then, as Christina’s eyelashes flickered again, she found herself already near the people of the Bathist family.
In the Count’s mansion ruins, beneath the electrified night sky, a nearly dead girl had been pulled back from the edge of death.
The hope of life was ignited again within her shell.
"..."
Without a word, Enon handed Christina over to Count Bathist.
"Thank you... thank you..."
Seeing the fearso aura Enon now exuded, Count Bathist, quivering, reached out cautiously and took his precious daughter into his arms.
He looked down at his daughter’s peaceful sleeping face as uncontrollable tears stread down.
The Bathist family, grateful for the reprieve from catastrophe, were beyond words and moved to tears. In their wildest dreams, they had not imagined that hope could co at such a desperate end.
What was strange was that, though this red-haired woman was the Bishop of Destruction who was even more terrifying than the demon, they did not fear her as much.
Even Christina’s three younger siblings did not avoid Enon when they saw her.
"En..."
Kyle opened his mouth but found that a flood of emotions clogged his throat, uncertain of how to express his feelings or even what to call her.
He could never have imagined that the maid his sister brought ho was actually the Bishop of Destruction.
This near-disastrous event had, by so twist of fate, saved their family.
He instinctively feared Enon, the terrifying intent to kill and the demonic aura she emitted, yet he was also genuinely grateful to the Cardinal Bishop who had pulled his sister back from the hands of the Death God.
"Thank you for saving Christina."
To think that the Bishop of Destruction, who had committed countless killings, had co right to their doorstep—he should have been on the verge of collapse with fear, yet the situation was strangely absurd—
The one who had just saved their family was none other than the Bishop of Destruction, Enon.
If he were to show a face now like he saw a demon, that would probably be too hurtful for her.
"..."
Without a word, Enon quietly glanced at the Bathist family.
She looked up into the far-off sky in the direction where Beelzebub had fled.
Leaving a barrier of rising flas around the Bathist’s place, her figure then flickered, and she vanished without a trace.
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