Despite my changes, I still remained in my humanoid shape. Like the demons near the city, I didn't grow horns or turn my skin on a scale. My body never extended into a monster, despite the power coursing through my veins. I was still my usual self, with the power enhancing my body.
The only change I received was a boost for my personality. This anger swollen inside of me had turned into a volcano of rage. And my target stood in front of me, despite the wounds covering the man's body.
"You made a contract with a demon….And now, you've become one! I have no other choice but to kill you know….Arthur" the king said, as he readied his sword.
But I gave out a chortle, with my eyes mocking King Arthur's figure. "Really? You're saying that to me even though you're wounded? Check your status, King Arthur, before talking. Let's see who can kill each other first, hm?"
