Chapter 170: The One Who Takes That Hand I felt a sturdy impact on my arms. As soon as I felt this impact, my broken body groaned as if I could not withstand its force. Extreme pain ran through my shoulders and left arm. My body seemed to be complaining. […]
Chapter 169: Her Last Prayers The vermilion snake released by the Sorceress crawled through the darkness and thrusted the fangs of fire into the beast’s arm. The beast’s skin, which comprised of a chunk of meat, burned without resistance. A unique scent ran through the nostrils of Filaret as if […]
Chapter 168: Reasons to Halt The monster looked like a pile of meat in Filaret’s black eyes. This monster was something that was even more terrifying and hard to understand than a demon beast. It was hard to believe that this became the end of the human being named Mordeaux […]
Chapter 167: Beast A sound rang. Mordeaux Gon did not know where it came from. It seemed to be approaching from a long distance, and it even seemed to sneak up from the back of his ears. *ding-dong* It sounded like a majestic bell. The sound approached little by little. […]
Chapter 166: The Sound of the Bell In the darkness where the sunlight hid itself, Filaret’s body emitted a green light, and she opened her eyes wide. She felt her teeth creaking without knowing it. Filaret thought, “This world always gives senseless reasons, since the only way is to put […]
Chapter 165: Grabbing Happiness At the end of Ariene’s line of sight, stood Filaret La Volgograd, whose lips shook slightly. She spoke soft but with firm words, and her demeanor looked elegant. A green light encircled her skin. 「I’m just extracting the magical power that has accumulated in this place. […]
Chapter 164: The Abnormality Licking the Throat The powerful torrent of magical power resembled the fire of a dragon. This power came directly from the Lord’s House at the center of Belfein. The pillar of magical power continued to grow into the heavens, scattering glitzy powder from the green light. […]
Chapter 163: The Struggle of the Saint and the Missing Mercenary A voice echoed in the streets of Belfein. This voice seemed to be the angry voice of Saint Matia. The crimson blood droplets left a mark on her pale cheeks. Her little lips quivered involuntarily. 「We need a hemostasis […]
Chapter 162: Mud in the Depths of One’s Heart As the eyes of the sun closed down and the darkness of the night devoured the cityscape of Belfein, only the faint light of the moon illuminated the ground. People, beasts, and every other organism rushed to their own beds. Yes, […]
Chapter 161: The Devil’s Crucible The city itself was a vessel of magical power. Like the good worker bees, many gifted people came to give magical power. At an early age, Filaret’s father told her that the great wizard who once left such words was the founder of the Volgograd […]