Kasaila didn’t leave anyone alive in the village. She killed everyone, including the soldiers of the Demon King and the treacherous Greenwood natives. When they rose again as undead under the influence of Osiris, she killed them once more.

Once the darkness that enveloped her body finally vanished, her true form was revealed. The blood that had dyed her nails crimson seeped back into her body. Her ears were pointed, but she was different from the ordinary elves. With skin devoid of color like a vampire’s, her eyes bore a cruel, murderous gaze that contrasted sharply with the calm expression on her face.

She was now intending to move on.

“You. Are you Osiris? I was on my way to meet you.”

She muttered to herself, but her words were actually directed toward the hidden presence watching her from the distance. She didn’t need to turn around or raise her voice as it could hear her from afar.

[Please do not compare me to low-class beings like Osiris! I, Doom Lu-neah, am the sixth Demon King! (๑`ȏ´๑) I am on a different level from him.]

“Hmm… Well, Lunea. Your title seems more fitting for Osiris than you. Are you sure you are a Demon King? Why have I never seen or heard about you before?”

[You are so mean! My infamy is notorious in the world of spirits! But I will let it slide this time since you called my name correctly.]

“What if you don’t?”

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