Chapter 479 The Highly Nutritious Cursed Spirit
Dozens of minutes later.
Boom!
Dorothy blasted a Cursed Spirit to smithereens with a beam of magical power.
"Do these Cursed Spirits never end?"
She wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Now, she had already entered the castle's interior.
And...
The Cursed Spirits were clearly getting stronger.
She took a deep breath and was about to attack again when she suddenly stumbled.
Her magic power... was almost exhausted again.
"Eat you, eat you."
Accompanied by roars, more Cursed Spirits surrounded her.
"Damn it."
Dorothy's expression changed. She was about to call for help.
Just then.
An invisible wave of cold spread, freezing the several Cursed Spirits around her in place.
Dorothy turned her head and saw Yukino walking over.
"Thank you, Yukinoshita."
"In battle, always keeping track of your own magic power is also important. Remember that for next time."
Yukino advised. "After all, you can't guarantee there will always be companions by your side in every battle."
"Mm, I understand."
Dorothy nodded.
She secretly reminded herself to heed this lesson.
"Let me restore your power."
Yukino extended both hands and began to cast magic.
Hum!
A visible magic circle appeared beneath Dorothy's feet.
Her magic power... was recovering.
Feeling the changes inside her, Dorothy's expression became somewhat complex.
Although the recovery speed wasn't as fast as replenishment...
Wasn't there a proper way to restore magic power?
Thinking this.
She saw Yukino stumble.
"A-are you okay, Yukinoshita?"
"I'm fine. I also used up a lot of magic power. I'll just go replenish it."
Dorothy: "..."
She didn't have enough magic power, yet she still cast a spell for her?
It always felt like her intentions weren't pure.
Yukino floated up, aiming for Ayato's direction.
Heh heh.
Although she and Hana had an agreement...
Getting a little benefit now wasn't against the rules, right?
Soon.
She had arrived before Ayato.
"Master, I'm low on magic power."
Although she had long since decided to give herself away...
Not having broken through that last layer of paper, her cheeks still felt a little hot.
Ayato sensed her magic power, which was still at least half full, and then looked at her eager, expectant little eyes.
Fine. Tolerating a servant's caprice was also Master's duty.
The next moment.
Ayato lowered his head.
"Mmph..."
Yukino's throat moved.
Not long after.
Her magic power was fully replenished.
Yukino pursed her lips and rejoined the battle.
Dorothy said quietly, "Yukinoshita, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Yukino said matter-of-factly, "Of course. Is there a problem?"
Dorothy: "..."
Good grief. She wasn't even pretending anymore.
Yukino said meaningfully, "You haven't been here long. You don't understand."
"You'll be like this too."
"Ha?"
Dorothy's eyes widened. "How could something like that..."
"Don't disbelieve it."
Yukino said, casting magic. "Because there are many companions who want to climb into Master's bed."
"???"
Hearing Yukino's words, Dorothy's brain short-circuited for a moment.
Was it really that exaggerated?
"Here they come."
Suddenly, Yukino's expression froze.
What's coming?
Instinctively, Dorothy followed Yukino's gaze.
Only to see several figures slowly walking in the distance.
All the Cursed Spirits automatically made way for them.
Among these figures were Cursed Spirits and humans.
The lead Cursed Spirit, wearing a kimono, had an appearance no different from a normal human.
Instantly, Dorothy couldn't help but feel a chill.
Because those humans... all emitted the aura of Cursed Spirits.
They had probably also been possessed by Cursed Spirits.
If she hadn't met Master...
She would have ended up no better.
"Devils..."
The lead Cursed Spirit looked at Ayato and the others, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.
"You barge in here and kill without restraint. Isn't that a bit too disrespectful?"
The moment his voice fell.
A sky-filling aura emanated from the kimono-clad Cursed Spirit.
For a moment!
The gazes of Hana and the others all froze.
Fierce god level?
Another fierce god-level Cursed Spirit?
What was going on lately?
Fierce gods at the Satan level were generally legendary beings.
And yet...
They seemed to be encountering them one after another, as if they cost nothing.
"My servants need some cannon fodder for training. What's it to you if I come in?"
Ayato looked at the kimono-clad Cursed Spirit, his eyes flickering.
A fierce god-level Cursed Spirit...
This would be highly nutritious for Hana.