Chapter 77: Diablo
"Cough cough." Deerheart spat out blood from his mouth, after his body crashed down like a meteorite into the wall of the floating throne room.
His body had landed right beside the throne, which didn’t even shift from the impact.
’Why is he being so dramatic?’
[You did hit him really hard with a sword that transformed into a demon-slaying vestige.]
’Yeah... I didn’t kill him, just struck him really hard. Isn’t he supposed to be an intermediate-ranked demon?’
Glancing at Deerheart, who now resembled a sickly old man. I suppressed the urge to laugh as I saw his once-handsome face wrecked by my attack.
Well, I guess I was the fortunate one in this battle, because I doubted things would have gone so smoothly if Deerheart hadn’t underestimated me and been caught off guard when I displayed strength beyond what he had calculated.
I walked past Deerheart, dragging my sluggish feet. It seemed that whatever form I had used was starting to take its toll on me.
Collapsing to the ground, I leaned against the side of the throne opposite him, the side directly facing the front entrance.
"So... can you tell me about her?" I asked softly.
"Who?"