Henry frowned as he gazed at Vegarus’ writhing remains. 0

‘Damn, I should’ve controlled my strength.’0

Henry had felt pressured to go all-out in order to take care of the situation flawlessly, but it seemed that he had gone overboard. He looked up again as he covered his mouth with his collar. 0

‘That weakling Vegarus couldn’t even withstand one attack? To think this is the one who had caused all those problems… Tch, how is this possible?’0

Henry reprimanded Vegarus in his mind. Even if he said that out loud, the Demon King no longer had a head to hear his words. 0

Besides Vegarus, most of the demons that had been around him were either dead or severely injured. All of this had happened because of the magic Henry had cast to destroy the Demon King’s Hatred. 0

However, an unexpected side effect had risen from Henry’s fight—the punitive army had lost their purpose. They had made it this far because they had been determined to take down the Demon King and the demon army, but now they no longer had a reason to fight. 0

“Henry,” Golden called with a dumbfounded expression. 0

This was the first time Golden called Henry’s name ever since he had come back in time. Henry had thought that he would feel all sorts of emotions, and perhaps even cry, when this happened, but...0