Chapter 170
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Chapter 170
HEL SCANS
[Translator Peptobismol]
[Proofreader Demon God]
The day had dawned. As always, the sky over Parzan was adorned with a clear, azure hue. The strong winds that had blown throughout the night had finally subsided
Participants wasted no time after finishing their morning meal. The final checkpoint was situated not far from the summit, requiring a considerable climb to reach.
Once again, at the forefront of the procession were the swift-footed Ronan and Navirose. Ronan gazed towards the summit where the sacred site was located, opening his mouth.
This mountain climb is finally coming to an end.
The Holy Land is still ahead. Though, considering the distance from the last checkpoint, its practically within arms reach once we topple over.
True, thats right.
By the way, you came in quite late last night. Anything happen?
Navirose asked. Caught off guard by the direct question, Ronan tried to maintain a nonchalant expression. After spending the night indulging in alcohol with Zaifa, he had only returned to the checkpoint in the early morning. Ronan, racking his brain, casually changed the subject.
Uh I went to get some fresh air. Someone asked me to teach them how to wield a sword, so I showed them a few things.
I see. Did you enjoy your time with that cat, Zaifa?
Well, it was alright I guess. Oops.
Ronan took a sharp breath. Navirose continued walking with an indifferent expression. Ronan, swallowing hard, spoke.
Did you know?
It would be strange if I didnt. How many times do you think Ive sparred with that cat?
Sorry. I was afraid you wouldnt like it if I mentioned it.
Ronan scratched his head, looking somewhat uneasy. It was uncertain whether being observant was a trait of a swordsman or if a perceptive person became a swordsman. After a brief silence, Navirose spoke again.
Never mind. Its inevitable that youd get along. Just remember that what I said earlier is something to keep in mind.
What did you say? Oh, about Zaifa being dangerous.
Yes. Just remember that its not merely because I dislike that rogue. Also, consider who unleashed the night of fangs. Hatred is like a plague, easily contagious.
Hatred?
Ronan raised an eyebrow at the ominous words. Navirose, still maintaining a stoic expression, continued walking. Though she said it was fine verbally, it seemed she was not entirely comfortable with the fact that Ronan had gotten on with Zaifa. He pondered how to resolve the situation. From behind, a familiar voice reached them.
Hey.
Simultaneously, someones palm gently caressed Ronans back. The touch seemed to become more sinister as time passed. Ronan turned his head with a disdainful expression. To no ones surprise, it was Lynn, her hand on his buttocks.
Arent you going to take your hand off?
I didnt get a chance to ask yesterday. Do you like me that much?
Whats with the sudden nonsense?
I know everything. You were trying to impress me, werent you?
Whats wrong with you?
Youre weird. You single-handedly defeated a hundred monsters in the exam yesterday.
Lynn playfully jabbed his side with her elbow. Ronan chuckled. It seemed true that when something was too absurd, people tend to laugh.
Did you eat something weird?
Hehe. It might have been old-fashioned, but it wasnt bad. Ill consider your proposal positively.
Lynn flashed a mischievous smile. It looked like she had eaten something strange for breakfast. As she walked ahead, patting Ronans buttocks, Shullifen passed by like a breeze, muttering.
Poor Student Council President.
Fuck, why are you saying that too?
They arrived at the final checkpoint in the afternoon. Although the checkpoints they had passed were similar in scale, this one had the best facilities. Several people were already milling around. Ronan raised an eyebrow at the sight.
It seems like they arrived first.
He spoke very little, and there were no companions accompanying him. Walking around with a stiff expression, he exuded an air of solitude that did not go unnoticed by those around him. Observers started to murmur about the noticeable difference.
Why is the atmosphere over there like that?
I heard theres a terrifying guy there; is it because of that bastard?
Shouldnt someone take away his sword? He looks like he might commit murder any moment.
Certainly, something seemed off. Ronan shook his head as if he sympathized.
Now that he thought about it, the presumed demon hadnt appeared yet. It would be good to at least see his face before the sparring begins. Ronan, who was looking around, grabbed a man walking nearby and asked.
Hey, do you know where that terrifying guy is? The one with the pure white hair.
Riley, stop it and come here! We were in the middle of a meeting!
Ah, okay!
The woman got up from her seat. She flashed a smile at Ronan and spoke with a regretful tone.
Sorry. I should go now; it seems I have things to attend to.
It was a pleasure.
Ahaha me too. I hope we can meet at the Holy Land.
She turned her back, and Ronan turned his head in the direction she walked. In a secluded corner, five men and women were whispering to each other. They all seemed to be participants from Aran Parzan, except for one. Ronan squinted his eyes in surprise.
When did that bastard become so friendly?
Russell was gesturing and actively talking to a group of five men and women. Riley, as the woman was called, sat down between the group. Ronan clicked his tongue as if pitying them. What was the point of planning a conspiracy now?
He quietly finished his remaining drink and returned to the lodging. He was contemplating how to deal with the sulking Navirose, and it seemed like he had a stroke of luck. If he told her that he had found a devoted fan of hers, she would definitely feel better.
After a quick wash, Ronan lay down on the bed. The exhaustion from the long hike hit him as soon as he closed his eyes.
****
Ugh
Ronan opened his eyes. The chill in his body indicated he had kicked off the blanket in his sleep. He sighed as he sat up.
Too early to be awake.
The window revealed a dark blue night sky, suggesting that dawn was approaching. His roommate, Shullifen, was peacefully asleep in his bed.
Ronan quietly walked out of the room. He intended to smoke a cigarette and gather his thoughts. As he opened the door, a sudden chill filled the air. Fumbling through his pockets, Ronan muttered in frustration.
Shit
He realized his pipe was missing. The memory of Navirose taking his pipe flashed in his mind. Back then, he let it slide due to the atmosphere, but now he felt the injustice. Ronan muttered while kicking a small stone, but was soon relieved of his anger when he remembered the scene of him seeing Naviroses naked body.
Its not a big loss.
With both hands in his pockets, Ronan made no move to leave. Since he was already awake, taking a walk or going back inside wouldnt hurt. Inhaling deeply, the pre-dawn air swept through his lungs. Ronan murmured quietly as he wandered through the silent streets.
Its been a long journey.
Finally, today was the day. Once this test was over, he would step onto the Holy Land. The secret about the demon would also be revealed in a few hours. Ronan wandered around aimlessly, recalling the conversation with Zaifa the night before yesterday.
Hmm?
Ronan sniffed. A peculiar scent, mixed with the breeze, reached his nostrils. Turning his head in the direction of the wind, he frowned.
The smell of blood.
There was no mistaking it. It was the unmistakable scent of fresh blood. Ronan quickened his pace. The feeling of something going wrong stabbed at his guts.
What the hell is happening again?
As his steps became faster, Ronan eventually started running. His footsteps echoed through the silent streets, shattering the silence. The scent of blood grew stronger.
Ah fuck.
Finally coming to a stop, Ronan looked up. A log cabin serving as a food storage facility stood alone. The scent of blood wafted from within. Ronan hoped they were just processing freshly caught wild animals.
Taking a deep breath, Ronan pushed open the wooden door. The door unlatched creaked open with a squeaky sound. The accumulated stench of blood enveloped Ronan like a mist. Rows of hanging hooks, shelves stacked with ingredients up to the ceiling, and a side door leading to a meat storage area came into view.
As Ronan was about to take his next step, something touched his foot. He lowered his gaze, and his face stiffened. A head, covered with an overturned hood, was rolling on the ground.
Russell.
Ronan instinctively spoke. It was undoubtedly Russell. Next to the severed headless body lay a corpse strewn about like trash. His heart started beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode.
The face was extremely distorted, it seemed like he had suffered terribly before he died. Both hands were missing from his body lying in a pool of blood.
Russell was not the only corpse. A total of six corpses were lying around the warehouse, with cleanly severed heads and wrists. Among them was Riley, the female knight he had conversed with the previous night. A sharp dagger had pierced her mouth and exited through the back of her head.
What the hell is this
The sword marks left on the cut surface were eerily familiar. Squeak At that moment, the side door inside the warehouse opened and a young man walked out. His lips were constantly gurgling as if he were chewing on something. His white hair was stained red. Recognizing the young man was not difficult.
Hmm?
The young man belatedly noticed Ronan and turned his head. Their eyes met. Swallowing what he was chewing, he spoke with an annoyed tone.
What are you?
This fucking bastard
Whether there was any shimmering mana present or not did not matter. A surge of anger, almost instinctive, propelled Ronans body to move. The demons eyes widened as Ronan grabbed the hilt of his sword. The sound of metal clashing between swords shattered the silence of the dawn.
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Chapter 170
HEL SCANS
[Translator Peptobismol]
[Proofreader Demon God]
The day had dawned. As always, the sky over Parzan was adorned with a clear, azure hue. The strong winds that had blown throughout the night had finally subsided
Participants wasted no time after finishing their morning meal. The final checkpoint was situated not far from the summit, requiring a considerable climb to reach.
Once again, at the forefront of the procession were the swift-footed Ronan and Navirose. Ronan gazed towards the summit where the sacred site was located, opening his mouth.
This mountain climb is finally coming to an end.
The Holy Land is still ahead. Though, considering the distance from the last checkpoint, its practically within arms reach once we topple over.
True, thats right.
By the way, you came in quite late last night. Anything happen?
Navirose asked. Caught off guard by the direct question, Ronan tried to maintain a nonchalant expression. After spending the night indulging in alcohol with Zaifa, he had only returned to the checkpoint in the early morning. Ronan, racking his brain, casually changed the subject.
Uh I went to get some fresh air. Someone asked me to teach them how to wield a sword, so I showed them a few things.
I see. Did you enjoy your time with that cat, Zaifa?
Well, it was alright I guess. Oops.
Ronan took a sharp breath. Navirose continued walking with an indifferent expression. Ronan, swallowing hard, spoke.
Did you know?
It would be strange if I didnt. How many times do you think Ive sparred with that cat?
Sorry. I was afraid you wouldnt like it if I mentioned it.
Ronan scratched his head, looking somewhat uneasy. It was uncertain whether being observant was a trait of a swordsman or if a perceptive person became a swordsman. After a brief silence, Navirose spoke again.
Never mind. Its inevitable that youd get along. Just remember that what I said earlier is something to keep in mind.
What did you say? Oh, about Zaifa being dangerous.
Yes. Just remember that its not merely because I dislike that rogue. Also, consider who unleashed the night of fangs. Hatred is like a plague, easily contagious.
Hatred?
Ronan raised an eyebrow at the ominous words. Navirose, still maintaining a stoic expression, continued walking. Though she said it was fine verbally, it seemed she was not entirely comfortable with the fact that Ronan had gotten on with Zaifa. He pondered how to resolve the situation. From behind, a familiar voice reached them.
Hey.
Simultaneously, someones palm gently caressed Ronans back. The touch seemed to become more sinister as time passed. Ronan turned his head with a disdainful expression. To no ones surprise, it was Lynn, her hand on his buttocks.
Arent you going to take your hand off?
I didnt get a chance to ask yesterday. Do you like me that much?
Whats with the sudden nonsense?
I know everything. You were trying to impress me, werent you?
Whats wrong with you?
Youre weird. You single-handedly defeated a hundred monsters in the exam yesterday.
Lynn playfully jabbed his side with her elbow. Ronan chuckled. It seemed true that when something was too absurd, people tend to laugh.
Did you eat something weird?
Hehe. It might have been old-fashioned, but it wasnt bad. Ill consider your proposal positively.
Lynn flashed a mischievous smile. It looked like she had eaten something strange for breakfast. As she walked ahead, patting Ronans buttocks, Shullifen passed by like a breeze, muttering.
Poor Student Council President.
Fuck, why are you saying that too?
They arrived at the final checkpoint in the afternoon. Although the checkpoints they had passed were similar in scale, this one had the best facilities. Several people were already milling around. Ronan raised an eyebrow at the sight.
It seems like they arrived first.
He spoke very little, and there were no companions accompanying him. Walking around with a stiff expression, he exuded an air of solitude that did not go unnoticed by those around him. Observers started to murmur about the noticeable difference.
Why is the atmosphere over there like that?
I heard theres a terrifying guy there; is it because of that bastard?
Shouldnt someone take away his sword? He looks like he might commit murder any moment.
Certainly, something seemed off. Ronan shook his head as if he sympathized.
Now that he thought about it, the presumed demon hadnt appeared yet. It would be good to at least see his face before the sparring begins. Ronan, who was looking around, grabbed a man walking nearby and asked.
Hey, do you know where that terrifying guy is? The one with the pure white hair.
Riley, stop it and come here! We were in the middle of a meeting!
Ah, okay!
The woman got up from her seat. She flashed a smile at Ronan and spoke with a regretful tone.
Sorry. I should go now; it seems I have things to attend to.
It was a pleasure.
Ahaha me too. I hope we can meet at the Holy Land.
She turned her back, and Ronan turned his head in the direction she walked. In a secluded corner, five men and women were whispering to each other. They all seemed to be participants from Aran Parzan, except for one. Ronan squinted his eyes in surprise.
When did that bastard become so friendly?
Russell was gesturing and actively talking to a group of five men and women. Riley, as the woman was called, sat down between the group. Ronan clicked his tongue as if pitying them. What was the point of planning a conspiracy now?
He quietly finished his remaining drink and returned to the lodging. He was contemplating how to deal with the sulking Navirose, and it seemed like he had a stroke of luck. If he told her that he had found a devoted fan of hers, she would definitely feel better.
After a quick wash, Ronan lay down on the bed. The exhaustion from the long hike hit him as soon as he closed his eyes.
****
Ugh
Ronan opened his eyes. The chill in his body indicated he had kicked off the blanket in his sleep. He sighed as he sat up.
Too early to be awake.
The window revealed a dark blue night sky, suggesting that dawn was approaching. His roommate, Shullifen, was peacefully asleep in his bed.
Ronan quietly walked out of the room. He intended to smoke a cigarette and gather his thoughts. As he opened the door, a sudden chill filled the air. Fumbling through his pockets, Ronan muttered in frustration.
Shit
He realized his pipe was missing. The memory of Navirose taking his pipe flashed in his mind. Back then, he let it slide due to the atmosphere, but now he felt the injustice. Ronan muttered while kicking a small stone, but was soon relieved of his anger when he remembered the scene of him seeing Naviroses naked body.
Its not a big loss.
With both hands in his pockets, Ronan made no move to leave. Since he was already awake, taking a walk or going back inside wouldnt hurt. Inhaling deeply, the pre-dawn air swept through his lungs. Ronan murmured quietly as he wandered through the silent streets.
Its been a long journey.
Finally, today was the day. Once this test was over, he would step onto the Holy Land. The secret about the demon would also be revealed in a few hours. Ronan wandered around aimlessly, recalling the conversation with Zaifa the night before yesterday.
Hmm?
Ronan sniffed. A peculiar scent, mixed with the breeze, reached his nostrils. Turning his head in the direction of the wind, he frowned.
The smell of blood.
There was no mistaking it. It was the unmistakable scent of fresh blood. Ronan quickened his pace. The feeling of something going wrong stabbed at his guts.
What the hell is happening again?
As his steps became faster, Ronan eventually started running. His footsteps echoed through the silent streets, shattering the silence. The scent of blood grew stronger.
Ah fuck.
Finally coming to a stop, Ronan looked up. A log cabin serving as a food storage facility stood alone. The scent of blood wafted from within. Ronan hoped they were just processing freshly caught wild animals.
Taking a deep breath, Ronan pushed open the wooden door. The door unlatched creaked open with a squeaky sound. The accumulated stench of blood enveloped Ronan like a mist. Rows of hanging hooks, shelves stacked with ingredients up to the ceiling, and a side door leading to a meat storage area came into view.
As Ronan was about to take his next step, something touched his foot. He lowered his gaze, and his face stiffened. A head, covered with an overturned hood, was rolling on the ground.
Russell.
Ronan instinctively spoke. It was undoubtedly Russell. Next to the severed headless body lay a corpse strewn about like trash. His heart started beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode.
The face was extremely distorted, it seemed like he had suffered terribly before he died. Both hands were missing from his body lying in a pool of blood.
Russell was not the only corpse. A total of six corpses were lying around the warehouse, with cleanly severed heads and wrists. Among them was Riley, the female knight he had conversed with the previous night. A sharp dagger had pierced her mouth and exited through the back of her head.
What the hell is this
The sword marks left on the cut surface were eerily familiar. Squeak At that moment, the side door inside the warehouse opened and a young man walked out. His lips were constantly gurgling as if he were chewing on something. His white hair was stained red. Recognizing the young man was not difficult.
Hmm?
The young man belatedly noticed Ronan and turned his head. Their eyes met. Swallowing what he was chewing, he spoke with an annoyed tone.
What are you?
This fucking bastard
Whether there was any shimmering mana present or not did not matter. A surge of anger, almost instinctive, propelled Ronans body to move. The demons eyes widened as Ronan grabbed the hilt of his sword. The sound of metal clashing between swords shattered the silence of the dawn.
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Chapter 170HEL SCANSTranslator PeptobismolProofreader Demon GodThe day had dawned. As always, the sky over Parzan was adorned with a clear, azure hue. The strong winds that had blown throughout the night had finally subsidedParticipants wasted no time after finishing their morning meal. The final checkpoint was situated not far from the summit, requiring a considerable climb to reach.Once again, at the forefront of the procession were the swift-footed Ronan and Navirose. Ronan gazed towards the summit where the sacred site was located, opening his mouth.This mountain climb is finally coming to an end.The Holy Land is still ahead. Though, considering the distance from the last checkpoint, its practically within arms reach once we topple over.True, thats right.By the way, you came in quite late last night. Anything happen?Navirose asked. Caught off guard by the direct question, Ronan tried to maintain a nonchalant expression. After spending the night indulging in alcohol with Zaifa, he had only returned to the checkpoint in the early morning. Ronan, racking his brain, casually changed the subject.Uh I went to get some fresh air. Someone asked me to teach them how to wield a sword, so I showed them a few things.I see. Did you enjoy your time with that cat, Zaifa?Well, it was alright I guess. Oops.Ronan took a sharp breath. Navirose continued walking with an indifferent expression. Ronan, swallowing hard, spoke.Did you know?It would be strange if I didnt. How many times do you think Ive sparred with that cat?Sorry. I was afraid you wouldnt like it if I mentioned it.Ronan scratched his head, looking somewhat uneasy. It was uncertain whether being observant was a trait of a swordsman or if a perceptive person became a swordsman. After a brief silence, Navirose spoke again.Never mind. Its inevitable that youd get along. Just remember that what I said earlier is something to keep in mind.What did you say? Oh, about Zaifa being dangerous.Yes. Just remember that its not merely because I dislike that rogue. Also, consider who unleashed the night of fangs. Hatred is like a plague, easily contagious.Hatred?Ronan raised an eyebrow at the ominous words. Navirose, still maintaining a stoic expression, continued walking. Though she said it was fine verbally, it seemed she was not entirely comfortable with the fact that Ronan had gotten on with Zaifa. He pondered how to resolve the situation. From behind, a familiar voice reached them.Hey.Simultaneously, someones palm gently caressed Ronans back. The touch seemed to become more sinister as time passed. Ronan turned his head with a disdainful expression. To no ones surprise, it was Lynn, her hand on his buttocks.Arent you going to take your hand off?I didnt get a chance to ask yesterday. Do you like me that much?Whats with the sudden nonsense?I know everything. You were trying to impress me, werent you?Whats wrong with you?Youre weird. You single-handedly defeated a hundred monsters in the exam yesterday.Lynn playfully jabbed his side with her elbow. Ronan chuckled. It seemed true that when something was too absurd, people tend to laugh.Did you eat something weird?Hehe. It might have been old-fashioned, but it wasnt bad. Ill consider your proposal positively.Lynn flashed a mischievous smile. It looked like she had eaten something strange for breakfast. As she walked ahead, patting Ronans buttocks, Shullifen passed by like a breeze, muttering.Poor Student Council President.Fuck, why are you saying that too?They arrived at the final checkpoint in the afternoon. Although the checkpoints they had passed were similar in scale, this one had the best facilities. Several people were already milling around. Ronan raised an eyebrow at the sight.It seems like they arrived first.He spoke very little, and there were no companions accompanying him. Walking around with a stiff expression, he exuded an air of solitude that did not go unnoticed by those around him. Observers started to murmur about the noticeable difference.Why is the atmosphere over there like that?I heard theres a terrifying guy there; is it because of that bastard?Shouldnt someone take away his sword? He looks like he might commit murder any moment.Certainly, something seemed off. Ronan shook his head as if he sympathized.Now that he thought about it, the presumed demon hadnt appeared yet. It would be good to at least see his face before the sparring begins. Ronan, who was looking around, grabbed a man walking nearby and asked.Hey, do you know where that terrifying guy is? The one with the pure white hair.Riley, stop it and come here! We were in the middle of a meeting!Ah, okay!The woman got up from her seat. She flashed a smile at Ronan and spoke with a regretful tone.Sorry. I should go now; it seems I have things to attend to.It was a pleasure.Ahaha me too. I hope we can meet at the Holy Land.She turned her back, and Ronan turned his head in the direction she walked. In a secluded corner, five men and women were whispering to each other. They all seemed to be participants from Aran Parzan, except for one. Ronan squinted his eyes in surprise.When did that bastard become so friendly?Russell was gesturing and actively talking to a group of five men and women. Riley, as the woman was called, sat down between the group. Ronan clicked his tongue as if pitying them. What was the point of planning a conspiracy now?He quietly finished his remaining drink and returned to the lodging. He was contemplating how to deal with the sulking Navirose, and it seemed like he had a stroke of luck. If he told her that he had found a devoted fan of hers, she would definitely feel better.After a quick wash, Ronan lay down on the bed. The exhaustion from the long hike hit him as soon as he closed his eyes.****UghRonan opened his eyes. The chill in his body indicated he had kicked off the blanket in his sleep. He sighed as he sat up.Too early to be awake.The window revealed a dark blue night sky, suggesting that dawn was approaching. His roommate, Shullifen, was peacefully asleep in his bed.Ronan quietly walked out of the room. He intended to smoke a cigarette and gather his thoughts. As he opened the door, a sudden chill filled the air. Fumbling through his pockets, Ronan muttered in frustration.ShitHe realized his pipe was missing. The memory of Navirose taking his pipe flashed in his mind. Back then, he let it slide due to the atmosphere, but now he felt the injustice. Ronan muttered while kicking a small stone, but was soon relieved of his anger when he remembered the scene of him seeing Naviroses naked body.Its not a big loss.With both hands in his pockets, Ronan made no move to leave. Since he was already awake, taking a walk or going back inside wouldnt hurt. Inhaling deeply, the pre-dawn air swept through his lungs. Ronan murmured quietly as he wandered through the silent streets.Its been a long journey.Finally, today was the day. Once this test was over, he would step onto the Holy Land. The secret about the demon would also be revealed in a few hours. Ronan wandered around aimlessly, recalling the conversation with Zaifa the night before yesterday.Hmm?Ronan sniffed. A peculiar scent, mixed with the breeze, reached his nostrils. Turning his head in the direction of the wind, he frowned.The smell of blood.There was no mistaking it. It was the unmistakable scent of fresh blood. Ronan quickened his pace. The feeling of something going wrong stabbed at his guts.What the hell is happening again?As his steps became faster, Ronan eventually started running. His footsteps echoed through the silent streets, shattering the silence. The scent of blood grew stronger.Ah fuck.Finally coming to a stop, Ronan looked up. A log cabin serving as a food storage facility stood alone. The scent of blood wafted from within. Ronan hoped they were just processing freshly caught wild animals.Taking a deep breath, Ronan pushed open the wooden door. The door unlatched creaked open with a squeaky sound. The accumulated stench of blood enveloped Ronan like a mist. Rows of hanging hooks, shelves stacked with ingredients up to the ceiling, and a side door leading to a meat storage area came into view.As Ronan was about to take his next step, something touched his foot. He lowered his gaze, and his face stiffened. A head, covered with an overturned hood, was rolling on the ground.Russell.Ronan instinctively spoke. It was undoubtedly Russell. Next to the severed headless body lay a corpse strewn about like trash. His heart started beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode.The face was extremely distorted, it seemed like he had suffered terribly before he died. Both hands were missing from his body lying in a pool of blood.Russell was not the only corpse. A total of six corpses were lying around the warehouse, with cleanly severed heads and wrists. Among them was Riley, the female knight he had conversed with the previous night. A sharp dagger had pierced her mouth and exited through the back of her head.What the hell is thisThe sword marks left on the cut surface were eerily familiar. Squeak At that moment, the side door inside the warehouse opened and a young man walked out. His lips were constantly gurgling as if he were chewing on something. His white hair was stained red. Recognizing the young man was not difficult.Hmm?The young man belatedly noticed Ronan and turned his head. Their eyes met. Swallowing what he was chewing, he spoke with an annoyed tone.What are you?This fucking bastardWhether there was any shimmering mana present or not did not matter. A surge of anger, almost instinctive, propelled Ronans body to move. The demons eyes widened as Ronan grabbed the hilt of his sword. The sound of metal clashing between swords shattered the silence of the dawn.HEL SCANSTranslator PeptobismolProofreader Demon GodJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2
