NOVPUB"Don’t kill him!"
Nigel rushed over at the first opportunity, swinging his blade to drive the Cursed Berserker away from the side of the Demon Race member, but he did not strike the demon.
The male of the Demon Race had seemingly dodged Nigel’s attack with a light backward leap.
"Nigel, you’re such a hypocrite; you didn’t hesitate to kill Lord Perlman’s daughter, your own mentor, and now you’re seeking redemption? Can’t bring yourself to strike down a Cursed Victim?"
His deep red eyes twinkled with mocking light, clad in a black satin coat, his long black hair casually draped.
"Astrophel, I’m carrying out official duties, don’t interfere!"
Nigel’s forehead veins throbbed as he bore his anger and shouted at the male demon.
The pale and delicate-faced male demon, carrying an unnoticeable wild beauty, was none other than the Demon Race Lord of Parriet’s 7th District, Astrophel.
"Oh? In my territory, I outrank you, unless your master Duke Tiffany arrives, maybe then I might give her soome face."
The Demon World Lord Astrophel’s tone was exceptionally contemptuous.
"..."
Nigel, knowing the other had come to provoke him, no longer tried to communicate. His gaze sharpened as he watched for Astrophel’s movements, while using his peripheral vision to keep an eye on the Cursed Victim who had once again risen to his feet.
Nigel was on the verge of subduing the berserk demon when the disruptive Demon World Lord appeared, giving him a splitting headache.
The night was as dark as ink.
Accompanied by the smoky fiery light and booming sounds of an iron foundry.
The end of Illusion Avenue rapidly escalated into an unprecedented melee.
The Cursed Victim, the executioner Nigel, and Demon World Lord Astrophel, the battle among the three parties erupted once again.
The Cursed Victim’s eyes burned with a blood-like red light, no longer concealing his bottomless insanity, with a piercing scream that seemed to penetrate the soul, and he charged at Nigel with unimaginable speed.
In response, Nigel remained eerily calm; he adeptly positioned his long black blade in front of him.
Upon encountering the enemy he countered—blocking, rebounding, slicing—the blade elegantly whirled in a single fluid motion.
Demon World Lord Astrophel, too, with his near-instinctual combat skills and understanding of his kin, struck at the Cursed Victim with every palm thrust, not only with precision but also filled with grace.
Yet all were fiercely blocked by Nigel.
"Hahaha, Nigel, I didn’t hit you, oh no, it’s you who volunteered to block his attacks for him," laughed the Demon World Lord Astrophel incessantly.
"..."
Nigel gave no response to Astrophel’s provocation.
Facing the berserk victim, his heart was rife with complexity.
He recognized the threat the other posed, yet was resolute in finding a non-lethal solution.
Just as Demon World Lord Astrophel suddenly reached out to pierce through the brain of the Cursed Victim, Nigel once again intervened, catching the deadly strike with his own blade.
This continuous blocking immediately plunged Nigel into a pincer attack.
Behind him was the irrational and uncontrollable Cursed Berserker.
In front of him, the cruel Astrophel, whose strikes were precise and lethal.
Nigel was like being in the eye of a storm, having to simultaneously withstand assaults from both sides.
This tightrope walk was one where a single misstep could mean a total loss.
...
On the other side of Illusion Avenue.
Under the streetlight, Lanci was quietly watching everything.
"I want to go help Mr. Nigel," Lanci said in his mind to Talia, frowning slightly.
"Go ahead," Talia agreed.
She felt that she and Lanci owed Nigel a favor.
Lanci shifted his gaze from the battlefield to Christina beside him.
His primary objective was to help Nigel subdue the berserk demon, and then have Nigel safely take the berserk demon back to Parriet’s 1st District for investigation.
Lanci bent down and picked up a pitch-black little cat from the ground.
"Don’t wander off, wait for me to come back, hold this cat tightly, and if you encounter any danger, it can save you," he said as he handed the Cat Boss to Christina.
"Oh, okay," Christina accepted the Little Black Cat in a daze, not even clear where the butler had summoned a near fifth-order Spirit Beast from.
Next, Lanci allowed part of his body’s control to be possessed by Tata.
...
At the apparent three-way battle at the end of Illusion Avenue.
Just as the confrontation between Nigel and Astrophel was about to intensify,
they both noticed a figure fast approaching from a distance.
He was dressed in a neat butler’s uniform, composed and unhurried, as if oblivious to the boiling battlefield, merely out for a stroll.
As he neared the heart of the fight, even amidst the fiery chaos, he effortlessly found gaps to advance, avoiding shockwaves with minimal movement.
The calmer he was, the more he resembled a gentleman who’d wandered into the wrong scene.
Both the executioner Nigel and Demon World Lord Astrophel couldn’t fathom what this interloping brown-haired, green-eyed butler intended to do.
"Nigel, I’ve finally found the opportunity to repay you, let’s continue our unfinished battle from last time," said Lanci, almost at the center of the battlefield, half mocking, half serious, as he looked at Nigel, and then he too sped into the fray.
"Nigel, you sure have made a lot of enemies!" Demon World Lord Astrophel burst into laughter upon hearing this.
It was clear that the brown-haired, green-eyed butler was an adversary of Nigel’s.
And there was no deception in that!
One could easily judge from his emotionally-charged words and his calm Magic Fluctuation.
