Chapter 30

Chapter 30

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As consciousness hovered at the edge of awareness for a while, footsteps echoed in.

Faintly registering the movement, Renee laboriously lifted her eyelids.

The approaching presence grew louder, indicating someone was drawing near. Renee focused her senses. It seemed human, judging by the absence of demonic aura. Not only Renee but Amer, too, halted his cries upon hearing the footsteps.

Renee silently felt around her thigh. She fumbled with the garter, extracting the remaining blade hidden within. This would rid her of the sensation of the metal pressing against her thigh. It was the last blade.

Leader?

Amidst the tension, a strange male voice was heard.

With a clatter, the man dropped the staff he was holding.

The metallic rod clattered noisily to the ground. Renee squinted slightly, glancing at the man. Perhaps her right eye had lost function entirely, as her vision was blurry. Amidst this, the only clear thing was the green shock of hair.

The human with green hair likely belonged to this Mage Tower as he addressed Amer as the leader and was holding a staff.

What was intriguing, however, was the mans remarkable composure. He seemed prepared for the situation to a certain extent. He must have encountered numerous colleagues corpses on his way up to this level. He appeared to have a fair estimation of what might have occurred.

Leader! What happened? Y-your wrist

Haim?

Yes, its Haim. Leader, what in the world has happened

The man referred to as Haim began to speak, his words faltering. Amer, overcoming spasms, barely raised his arm. The direction his severed wrist pointed towards was Renee. Haim stared at Renee, leaning against the pillar, for a few seconds.

You were there at that time

Renee didnt respond, just glaring at Haim. Haim didnt continue speaking either. Just locking eyes was enough to fit the jumbled puzzle pieces together. Having grasped the situation, Haim turned back towards Amer.

Leader, can you hold on?

Haim, it hurts It hurts, quickly Ah, please Save me, my wrist, my wrist, my wrist

Calm down, youve lost too much blood.

That bitch, that bitch kill her

Leader, pull yourself together and listen to me properly.

There was urgency in the voice. Haim pulled something out of his arms.

Do you see what this is?

He would have held it out right in front of Amers face. Yet Amer only shook his head. Whether gradually nearing death and losing sight, or regardless of Haim shaking that item in front of him, Amer only kept shaking his head.

What is it?

Its a high-grade magic stone embedded with an escape spell. With just this, we can get out of here. But my mana is too low to activate it. Leader, you have to infuse mana into it.

What do you mean?

I dont have time to explain in detail. Escaping from here is urgent. Theres no way I can defeat an opponent you couldnt. Leader, just live for now. Whether you seek revenge or not!

Saying that, he placed that item onto Amers chest.

Amer, hesitating for a moment, slowly nodded. Casting without a wrist was impossible, but infusing mana was something he could manage. Amer slowly poured mana into the item Haim had handed him. It seemed like pouring out all the remaining life force. That was Graumitz Amers final straw to grasp.

Renee just stood by, observing.

She was too powerless to intervene. She couldnt clearly understand the situation.

But before all that, Renee was certain.

That man known as Haim.

Hes definitely not on Amers side.

Contrary to his voice, there was no trace of concern for Amer in his expression. When their eyes met, it wasnt the expression of an adversary but one of jubilation. After realizing Amers sight had faltered, Haim overtly smiled. When making a proposal to Amer, he couldnt contain his laughter, suppressing it as he grinned.

Above all, the last thing given to Graumitz Amer, the magic stone.

Renee gagged as she saw the stone Haim handed over. A retch escaped, bringing up nothing but bile since she hadnt eaten.

Theres no way that stone contains a high-grade escape spell.The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.

Can one forget something meant to be forgotten? Inside that dark-hued stone was a squirming, fetus-like form, much like what had been inside the Crimson Love Stone.

Demon.

Huh? Uh? Ugh, ugh cough cough

As Renee muttered, Amer retched.

What came out of his mouth was a clot of dark crimson.

Is this it? Is this where Renee dies?

Dying in such a disgraceful manner by a despicable creature. It feels like a punishment, doesnt it? Is this what karma dictates as Renees fault in this incident?

The truth is, she knew. She was aware that this whole thing was her fault. Devourer likely despises Renee. Yes, Renee is a sinner. Thats right. This seems like the fitting death for a sinner like Renee.

Even so.

Those filthy hands.

Smelling of Devourers scent that still lingered on Renees body.

Dont dare to put it on me!

She pulled out the dagger she had been gripping tightly.

It happened in an instant. Renee swung the dagger towards the demon in front of her.

First, she thrust the dagger into the center of the repulsive and large pupils that stared at her. The demon let out a scream. Viscous fluid poured out with a squelching sound. The light pink dress was stained with mucus.

After pulling out the dagger, Renee, with the remaining strength, pushed the dagger under the demons chin. The demon had no heart. The only place that seemed like a vital spot was the throat.

Even if I die, Ill take you with me

But one dagger was not enough.

In response to the demons counterattack, Renees body floated into the air.

Between the diminishing sight, dozens of demon arms came into view. Hundreds of fingers were visible. Sharp claws resembled stakes. Hundreds of stakes were aimed at Renee all at once.

It was an intention to pierce through her, leaving her torn apart.

Ah.

It wasnt enough, as expected.

She closed her eyes. Sadness settled on her thick eyebrows.

Unfortunately, there was no lantern-like thing coming to her mind.

It felt like there was no sense of crisis in death, so she wondered if this was what it was.

Closing her eyes and ears, she recalled Devourer.

Mr Devourer, will you really be sad if you find out that Im dead?

It was a situation reminiscent of when Renne was first saved. When her body and soul were parched, unable to find meaning in life. Thats when Devourer appeared, dark and obscure but to Renne, a dazzling light.

Renne recalled what Batory said. The Primordial Core was fighting against the subjugation force,, wasnt that it? By now, everyone must be busy. They might not be able to come. Even if they could, they wouldnt, right?

Renne thought she would die without regrets, but something stirred within her.

For the last time

Mr Devourer.

I wanted to see you.

Even with closed eyes, Renne vaguely felt the shadow emanating the stench completely obscuring her view. It truly seemed like the end now.

She thought it was really the end.

A deafening roar temporarily paralyzed her ears.

Then, a rush of air pressure followed. Faint light seeped in, and it seemed like the foul-smelling shadow from right in front of her had disappeared. The direction of the wind, the pattern of the waves, she could sense them.

The demon didnt vanish. It had been blasted away by an immense energy collision.

While questioning the situation, she also doubted her own senses. This sudden sensation was absolute, to the extent that most creatures, when trying to comprehend it, would simply go mad. It was something darker than black, deeper than the abyss. Even the darkest entities rarely possessed this kind of power.

There was only one being capable of such a thing.

Renne knew the source of this energy. It belonged to someone who was not supposed to return.

In the instant before she could open her eyes, Renne felt the warmth of arms gently catching her as she fell. That warmth, so gentle, delicately placed her on the ground, maybe to avoid causing more harm.

Renne trembled. If she were in a space with others, she might have been overwhelmed by emotion and cried.

Even though her eyes still didnt open, she was certain.

Was this really happening, was it not a dream?

Mr Devourer.

Phase. 9

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