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"Stop...!!"
Enon, ignoring his own injuries, tried to fight back against Beelzebub.
"Don’t rush, don’t you find this sound pleasing?"
Beelzebub mocked, stepping heavily on Enon’s head again,
"How does it feel, you who seem unable to feel pain? Do you feel anything stirring now? If not, shall I make her scream a bit prettier for you?"
He twisted his hand slightly, causing Christina’s spine to emit a soft yet rhythmic cracking sound, and the already dying girl let out a mix of whimpers and screams once more.
The closer someone was to Rocky McCarthy, the more he deemed them worthy of his extensive torment, inflicting agony and guilt on Rocky.
"..."
Enon lay on the muddy, grass-covered ground, clutching desperately at the earth.
Pain was a concept she couldn’t understand in her life.
She had thought she would never comprehend what pain meant.
But now, she finally understood. This pain, she would rather endure the hellish torture herself in Christina’s place, for pain doesn’t require a wound on the flesh; the carving at the softest part of the soul is enough. It’s not just a momentary discomfort but an increasingly tormenting slow death.
She always felt this sound was familiar.
She seemed to have heard it countless times.
But she couldn’t fathom where she had heard it from or why it was so familiar.
"Enon..."
"Oh? I don’t know if you can hear her, but she’s still crying out for you,"
Beelzebub placed another hand to his ear and turned his head, listening to Christina’s feeble voice.
"Run..."
Christina’s voice grew fainter.
"..."
Rain mixed with tears, streaming down Enon’s cheeks, falling into the puddle laden with wilted flowers, causing barely perceptible ripples, and on the dark watery surface dotted with petals, her own blood-red reflection faintly shimmered.
As Christina’s voice was about to vanish, Enon’s pupils kept dilating.
The moment was brief, yet it seemed so long.
"Why does it feel so familiar to me?"
Enon’s mouth quivered faintly.
The world seemed to stand still.
The rain kept falling, but the droplets seemed weightless, the wind was still blowing, but the sound of it seemed to lack direction.
All was silent.
Flames, blood, charred bodies, wails...
Everything seemed like a repeat of yesterday.
Suddenly, her mind went blank.
Consciousness shuttled back and forth, reversed, until it crashed down as if her whole body sank beneath the surface, into a sea of suffocating crimson, surrounded by the shattered pieces of her disjointed memories.
By the time she came back to her senses, it was no longer the rainy night, nor the courtyard of the Bathist family, but a dimly lit riverbank.
It was as if she stood beside a pool of blood, seeing herself.
There she was, in her spotless white maid’s outfit, standing to one side, while on the other bank, a red-haired woman in black robes stood smiling at her.
The red-haired woman parted her lips slightly, yet no sound came out.
But the words echoed in Enon’s ears—
Because you are just as much a villain.
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Have you forgotten those you killed?
Didn’t they make the same sounds before they died?
"..."
Enon, who lay on the ground with a vacant look in his eyes, gradually focused and became frenzied.
"I remember now..."
The scenes long sealed and forgotten in the depths of his memory surged into his mind like a dam bursting.
"I am..."
"Ivanos."
...
Under the dark clouds, Beelzebub—who had been laughing heartily—suddenly felt an extreme chill in the air. Before he realized what was happening, he found his right hand had become light.
Beelzebub looked down instinctively, wanting to tighten his grip once again, but discovered that his right hand, which had been tightly clutching the delicate neck of the young girl, had vanished without a trace, wrist and all.
"Ah, aaahhh!"
From the empty stump, blood gushed out, quickly staining his pale skin red.
Christina, whose fate was uncertain, now appeared opposite him, cradled by that sinister redhead.
"This... how is this possible..."
Beelzebub’s eyes widened, his lips trembling. He slowly raised his head, his gaze shakily falling on the figure before him, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep fear.
The redhead seemed to be an incarnation of the lethal beauty of the Red Spider Lily. She was terrifying yet exceptionally beautiful, a delicate balance point of life and death, creation and destruction, and a deity in control of everything death-related.
Her eyes no longer held the submissive humility of a maid but were now utterly cold and merciless—pure human evil.
Even as a demon, he felt an indescribable and chilling malevolence from this woman.
And then there was that red Divine Light of the God Era—
Without a doubt.
There was only one bearer of the Original Tablet - Fire.
This woman was the notorious Cardinal Bishop of the Rebirth Church from the South Continent, Ivanos!!
At that moment, Beelzebub didn’t dare to doubt that the stone tablet was a fake, for the surging magic power emanating from her was suffocating him.
This truly was a joke played by the Goddess of Destiny!!
He didn’t even dare to imagine the extent to which he had provoked the Bishop of Destruction.
"...I fought Ivanos? Rocky McCarthy, is even this within your plotting?!"
Beelzebub shouted with a sense of mental breakdown.
Such a monster, perhaps only the arrival of the Great Priest would have a chance to withstand her!
In Poson’s Demon World, Lanci and Talia, who were in the midst of battling Perlman, were also stunned.
They had no idea that Enon would turn out to be the Bishop of Destruction, Ivanos.
"Lanci, is this your scheme?"
After seeing Lanci’s Sealing Stone Tablet, Talia wouldn’t find anything surprising anymore.
"This... how could I possibly plan something like this, I am not the Holy Emperor."
Lanci’s expression was just as dumbfounded; this situation of near victory turned into being assisted by an enemy.
He was filled with mixed emotions.
"Could it be, I... have won against the Cardinal Bishop?"
Talia couldn’t make heads or tails of it; it seemed like every sentence she unwittingly wished to Lanci came true.
They glanced at each other and awkwardly looked away.
