Chapter 217:
Olaf’s head fell to the ground.
The pillar of evil, strong and unyielding, who had killed Yuria’s father in the novel, met his end by the hands of the villainess’s butler.
‘Haa…’
I could hardly believe it.
The idea that I, personally, had killed someone like an Apostle was unbelievable. A being so powerful, who never lost to anyone, had died at my hands…. To be honest, I was prepared to die along with him, but things had turned out well, and for that, I was relieved.
As I pushed Olaf’s decapitated head to a place where My Lady couldn’t see it, I whispered softly.
“It’s over.”
After all, My Lady should only see beautiful things—this wasn’t something she needed to witness.
Having hidden the Apostle’s body behind the rubble, I confirmed that Olaf’s corpse no longer moved and looked down at my clenched fist.