Chapter 776 The Mysterious Voice

Chapter 776 The Mysterious Voice

776 The Mysterious Voice

"Someone who is a master Alchemist, knew about the corruption and even Avaris's personality, and familiar with Lethargia . . . there's no doubt about it, it could only be . . . Malifira, the Warlord of Envy."

The revelation hung in the air, casting a shadow over the gathered group.

"Malifira . . ." Elena muttered the name, her voice barely above a whisper, carrying a tinge of apprehension.

"I'm afraid that it could only be her," Vivi seconded with a heavy sigh. "She's not only a master Alchemist but also a powerful mage. If someone dared to turn Avaris into stone without fearing for their own life, it's got to be her."

"But she's your friend, right?" Elena inquired, her tone seeking reassurance. "She's also a warlord of Azazel. Surely, she wouldn't harm her fellow friends and comrades."

Desira and Vivi exchanged glances, and then their eyes shifted to the side, avoiding direct contact.

"I don't like your eyes' avoidance one bit," Lorelai commented, sensing that something was amiss.

"She might not harm Lord Azazel directly, but she surely would kill us," Vivi stated matter-of-factly, her tone carrying a weight of past experiences.

Desira nodded, cupping a difficult dilemma. "Her envy knows no bounds, especially towards me, being the most beautiful and all."

"And I'm the cutest," Vivi chimed in, her face troubled. "Could it be that she would target me next?"

"Let's get serious for once," Ren deadpanned.

"I'm not kidding," Desira asserted. "She has a tendency to become envious over seemingly trivial matters. We've lost track of the instances where she jeopardized our lives, almost succeeding, all because of her envy.

"It could be as insignificant as us having creams in our buns while she didn't, or her feelings threatened by my awesome beauty and charm. Fortunately, I've managed to withstand her attempts because I'm far stronger and far more beautiful. Ohohohoho."

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Vivi added, "Malifira is known to curse and prank those whom she sets her eyes on due to her envy. And because of the corruption, her jealousy must have intensified a hundredfold."

"So she attacked Avaris and got his corruption, for what?" Elena asked, pushing for a clearer answer.

"What? Why are you all looking at me like that?" he stammered, confused.

"Are you sure you didn't just speak?" Ren interrogated him.

Evie chimed in, "Are you pranking us?"

"Why would I prank you at a time like this?" Azazel defended himself, still gaping at Evie and the others.

The group continued to exert their eyes on Azazel, clearly not believing his words.

Ren retorted, "This is exactly the time you choose to play pranks on everyone."

"How rude. I'm no longer the same immature kid from the first time you saw me. I have grown, you know, and I'm an adult now," Azazel defended himself, growing defensive.

Then, a sudden realization struck him, and he exclaimed, "Wait . . . could it be . . . a GHOST?!"

Quickly seeking refuge, Azazel positioned himself behind Lorelai, nervously scanning his surroundings for any sign of the unexpected.

"You're the Demon King, but you're afraid of ghosts?" Lorelai questioned incredulously.

"I can't help it. They're ugly and they like to scare the living daylights out of you," Azazel confessed, still uneasy and checking for any unusual presence.

The mysterious voice from before spoke again, attempting to reassure them, "Come on now, it's me, guys. ME!"

The voice reverberated through the hall, and it became apparent that it held a youthful tone similar to Azazel's.

"Quit that!" Lorelai scolded, punching Azazel to the ground.

With a sizable lump on his head and stars dancing in his vision, Azazel mumbled in a daze, "I-it wasn't me . . ."

"Yeah, right. You're the only male here with that kind of annoying voice," Lorelai said.

lightsnοvεl Azazel was still recovering, and the voice rang out in the room again.

"Whoa . . . what a savage woman. And how rude of you to tell me that my voice is annoying. I'll have you know that my voice is the most soothing and hypnotic in all of the Netherworld. For insulting me, you have to pay a price. Let's see . . . how about your sword?"