The massive azure flames spread from under Mira's feet, enveloping the gigantic body of the pet dragon, its mournful cries echoing in the room.
Mira forcefully grasped, and the pet dragon's colossal body abruptly shattered, turning into tiny bubbles and disappearing.
It hadn't even been a minute since its appearance, and Mira easily reverted the pet dragon to its original form.
Lorist's face displayed an extraordinary range of emotions. She was utterly bewildered by the current situation. Honestly, her mind hadn't caught up with the reality yet.
Her most powerful trump card, so effortlessly neutralized by the enemy?
And with no chance of retaliation!?
Wasn't this a bit too exaggerated? Back then, she had swept countless dark guilds relying on the pet dragon!
"It's just an illusion; it can't scare me..." Lorist muttered somewhat incoherently. However, Mira didn't consider her feelings. The hand that had crushed the pet dragon now lightly pressed on Lorist's head, with a gentle force.
Yet, the sharp nails were slightly pricking her scalp, leaving no doubt about the threatening intent.
Lorist was a hundred percent convinced that if Mira had an unpleasant experience, her head would burst open like a balloon. Before her body turned into magic power and dissipated, brain matter and blood would undoubtedly spray out, splattering in all directions.
In all honesty, even though Lorist was borrowing a body at the moment, she didn't want to leave looking so unsightly. After all, when she selected the harpy as one of the Seven Sins, it was not just because of its decent strength. The primary reason was the harpy's outstanding appearance and physique.
As a representative of the sin of lust, Lorist paid significant attention to her own appearance. Otherwise, how could she attract the opposite sex?
However, Lorist, even in her current state, had her own dignity and pride as one of the Seven Sins.
"Go ahead, kill me. After all, we, the Seven Sins, will never truly die!" she said with a slight smirk.
Mira raised an eyebrow at the remark, indicating that Lorist had unintentionally revealed some information. "What do you mean by 'will never truly die'? It doesn't mean you can't be killed by any means but rather that after being killed, you appear to be dead, but in reality, you exist in another form that cannot be understood."
Or, perhaps, it suggested that there was no life to begin with, and therefore, there could be no true death.
Suddenly, Mira exclaimed, "Oh?"
Looking strangely at the now-closer Cana and Elfman, she asked, "What's going on?"
Mira didn't answer immediately. Instead, she closed her eyes, carefully sensing the surroundings. Then she said, "Cana, Elfman, go destroy the Altar of Evil somewhere in this room. Lorist, let me watch you here; I have something to confirm with her."
Cana gave Mira a puzzled look. The enemy had already shown a willingness to die, so why waste time on her?
However, seeing Mira's serious expression, Cana nodded to indicate understanding. Along with Elfman, she started searching for the Altar of Evil in the room.
Mira redirected her gaze to Lorist, who chuckled dismissively. "Do you think I'll tell you what you want to know? Do I look that kind and friendly?"
Ignoring Lorist's sarcastic remark, Mira once again closed her eyes and placed her hand on Lorist's head, maintaining a gentle yet firm pressure.
For quite some time, Mira kept her eyes closed, seemingly sensing something. Then she opened her sharp eyes and murmured to herself, "Indeed... The true nature of the Seven Sins is that of demons, no, I should say demons with only the soul."
As soon as these words were spoken, Lorist widened her eyes, looking at Mira in disbelief. She sharply demanded, "How do you know?"
But she quickly realized it. It was as if she had remembered something and said harshly, "Right, you can accept Satan's power, naturally sensing my aura!"
Mira lightly raised the corner of her mouth, smiling, "You're right. My body inherently contains demonic factors. The auras of you demons are glaringly obvious to me."
"Our previous speculations were correct. The Order of Baseel used unknown means to hide the souls of you demons within Calvin. You utilized Calvin's magic to be reborn in this world, all for some undisclosed purpose."
"But I still don't understand. Why did you refer to Calvin as the president earlier?"
Lorist listened quietly to Mira's speculations. Once she finished, Lorist smiled mysteriously and replied with a touch of madness, "Pretty clever. You managed to figure out all the connections."
"But saying that our purpose is inexpressible? You're underestimating us."
"Our Seven Sins have lofty ideals. How could they be understood by you humans?"
"Also, I'm not afraid to tell you, the leader of the Seven Sins is the demon ancestor who has existed in the world since the beginning of human birth. He is the only president we acknowledge."
"Calvin is merely a vessel for resurrecting the president!"
"Your fairy tales have come too late. In seven years, we have collected enough negative emotions. Soon, the president will use these negative emotions to restore his strength. With Calvin's body, he will descend to the human world again, and we, the Seven Sins, will once again rise, sweeping the world as we did in the past!"
"This time, there's no bastard like Michael to save you humans. Hahaha!"
As Lorist laughed, Mira could no longer contain herself. She gripped Lorist's head forcefully, tearing it apart and turning it into foam that disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few cards on the ground.
Mira released the magic she used to sense, picked up the cards, and her expression turned extremely unpleasant. There was no joy of victory.
"Archangel Saint Michael, the legend of the Cathedral of Cardia, is it really true..."
While Mira was destroying the Harpy, in a hidden room inside the castle, Calvin's body quietly underwent a change.
Calvin, who had been lying motionless like a corpse, had his eyes slightly trembling, as if he was about to wake up.
However, after a few seconds, he once again fell into tranquility, as if the previous movement had been an illusion.
Yet, deep within Calvin's soul, a faint ripple quietly resonated.
In an endless space, surrounded by pitch-black darkness, only a faint light emanated from the center.
Calvin, who was awake in his soul, gazed silently at the black mist in front of him.
"It seems that one of the Seven Sins has already been defeated. My magic power will soon recover. Let's see how long you can be arrogant!"
"Hehe, Calvin, do you think your magic power is still useful here?" A hoarse voice, impossible to distinguish between male and female, emanated from the black mist, carrying an inexplicable coldness and strangeness, and even a touch of faint despair.
"Accept your fate. Your only ending is to offer your body for my rebirth!"