Chapter 112: Demonic Oath
The three scary-looking demons—who’d seemed formidable while lurking in shadows—now looked like children caught stealing cookies. Their intimidating presence evaporated under Lola’s ruby gaze.
They were just apprentice-level mages who got greedy. They didn’t have any business battling a master-level mage. That would be courting death like a certain young master once said.
"We were just walking," the scarred mercenary stammered, his voice carrying all the conviction of wet paper. "Coincidence that we ended up here."
"Pure chance," the mage added, his hands trembling from Lola’s pressure.
Lola’s smile disappeared like sunlight behind storm clouds. The temperature around them dropped several degrees as her aura changed from playful to wrathful.
"Do you take me for a fool?" Her tone could have frozen fire.
"I was planning to let you go after an apology, but not anymore."
Uh oh. They just...signed their death off.
Lola reached into her pocket space and withdrew the Eye of Apollo. The legendary artefact pulsed with truth-detecting energy that made reality itself seem more transparent.
The three demons’ faces went pale as they realised they had truly messed up.
They’d watched the auction. They knew exactly what that orb could accomplish.