"Don't kill him!"
Nigel rushed over at the first opportunity, swinging his blade to drive the Cursed Berserker away from the side of the Demon Race member, but he did not strike the demon.
The male of the Demon Race had seemingly dodged Nigel's attack with a light backward leap.
"Nigel, you're such a hypocrite; you didn't hesitate to kill Lord Perlman's daughter, your own mentor, and now you're seeking redemption? Can't bring yourself to strike down a Cursed Victim?"
His deep red eyes twinkled with mocking light, clad in a black satin coat, his long black hair casually draped.
"Astrophel, I'm carrying out official duties, don't interfere!"
Nigel's forehead veins throbbed as he bore his anger and shouted at the male demon.
The pale and delicate-faced male demon, carrying an unnoticeable wild beauty, was none other than the Demon Race Lord of Parriet's 7th District, Astrophel.
