My Demon Professors Are All Gorgeous Girls Chapter 85: Daughters of the Broken Crown

They ca in the night.

Three figures, cloaked in shimring gold, bearing blades carved from moonstone.

Valmira called them by na: The Daughters of the Broken Crown — remnants of the original Conclave, long thought dead. They had returned not to fight, but to test.

"You carry the Fla," one said. "Then prove it still burns for sothing more than vengeance."

Their challenge was simple: a spell duel without magic.

No fire. No ice. No lightning.

Just mory.

I stood in the circle. Lilith beside . Valmira at my back.

And we spoke—not spells, but truths.

One by one, the daughters faded.

Not defeated.

Satisfied.