Thank you Reyvargas13 for your gift - a Dragon (^_^)
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The Demon Lord swung his scythe downward. When Lathel saw the scythe getting closer to him, he sank into despair.
At this moment, he suddenly felt sorry for the girls he loved. Akna, Lilith, even Ryne, she gave him so much, but he still hadn't helped her.
Claire is the same; he knows she likes him, and she is willing to take risks to worship him.
If he died, her sense of faith and talent would also be shattered. From then on, she will become an ordinary person, losing her future filled with roses.
Lathel sighed. He didn't regret his decision; it was just that he felt sad because of the people who would be sad when he died.
Bang!
Suddenly, an invisible sword appeared, blocking the Demon Lord's scythe.
"You…" The Demon Lord looked towards a stream of smoke shaped like a human standing in front of it.
"Enough, Demon Lord. This person… I will protect him."
