After coming out of the castle, the blonde-haired girl gave Myne, Drakthor, and Zarathunathis, especially the latter, a deep look. The former two were just coming into her sight. Then, she turned and flowed toward the area where most humes were gathered together, desperately trying to resist the demonic army. There, she showed no regard for either side and like a wolf entering a herd of sheep, began slaughtering everyone in her path, greedily devouring their souls.
"This b*tch, who does she think she is? Not only did she not give Lord Zarathunathis face, but she's also killing his people and devouring souls that belong to him," Drakthor, whose face turned purple from anger as if he saw his parents' killer, spoke while gritting his teeth. "If only I wasn't so weak, I would have surely taught that b*tch a good lesson." Finishing his statement, he looked at Myne, making question marks appear on his head, and continued,
