This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 - Chapter 157

Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (5)

It was the same with the heavenly deity, El. Tearing off the wings was like gnawing away one’s own life. He sacrifices his life for her own sake, and when he no longer has wings to fly to the sky, she would be able to make him her own more completely.

First of all, since El’s power has a high use value at the moment, it was better to save it, and the first step was to break down the Emperor’s power, which was relatively easy.

Everything was going according to her will, but starting from the banquet, nothing was going right.

“The banquet…….”

The unknown intruder. The one who ruined the banquet.

She tucked her golden hair tightly behind her ears.

“Kayle.”

Knowing the identity of the intruder was not even a work. Because there was only one person at the banquet who could blow away Guernia, who had been trained in black magic, and easily open the door that had been sealed with multiple layers of magic.

But she couldn’t do anything just because she knew. Who would dare to stand up to the Demon King, and it was impossible to point out someone at the scene where there was no evidence left.

The reason why the investigation did not proceed further by the Count was because she had given instructions not to make things big. It was better not to jump into danger as information about black magic might leak out if people were to dig further.

But the question still remains.

Why? Why did he destroy the boundaries created by black magic and render the black wizard incapacitated…….

Black magic was taboo for humans, but not for demons to get involved. It doesn’t mean that they gave too much interference, but it’s a matter of little interest to the demons in the first place.

It is ridiculous that he, who would never leave anything behind in the human world, did such a thing to accuse black magic. It was clear that something else was involved, but there was only one thing that caught the demon king’s attention.

Erina Holden.

There is a possibility that she and Guernia had some kind of contact, and that the demon king did it to save or meet her.

“You’re meddling too much, Erina Holden.”

The Saint decided to go back one by one from the beginning in order to solve this twisted situation. Throwing off her wrinkled clothes and changing into something clean, she headed for Count Abitz’s mansion.

Count Abitz was not the only one who was surprised by the Saint who suddenly stormed in without giving news that she was coming beforehand. The quiet mansion became lively and the attendants hurriedly prepared to welcome the Saint.

“I have become an unwelcome guest. Don’t mind me and go do your own time. Oh, may I ask for a cup of hot black tea?”

Her gentle smile melted the hearts of the attendants. However, only Count Abitz could not let his mind rest.

Behind her benevolent appearance, the Saint hides a cold heart that kills hundreds of people without hesitation if necessary. The Count, who had been watching the scene, was nervous the whole time, wondering if the letter he sent in the morning might have affected his safety.

The two of them dismissed the attendants and went into the count’s room and locked the door firmly.

“How did he die?”

It was about Theron Abitz. The Count would have been taken aback by the question that was immediately asked, but he was able to answer skillfully after understanding the Saint’s personality to some extent.

“There was no organ damage, but blood was said to come out of his mouth. They said he died of excessive blood loss because he spat out all the blood until there was no blood left in his body.”

“Did it get absorbed by the magic tool?”

“Symptoms are similar, but the ceiling and walls were all covered in blood. I don’t think the blood was drawn for use in black magic.”

Is it Kayle again?

The magic that draws blood to kill people was mainly used by demons. It was the easiest way to deal with it, but from the point of view of the affected person, it was a murder that made them feel the terrible pain of bleeding out drop by drop. For example, during the Bennon Massacre, the Demon King used the same magic.

Theron Abitz died a month ago. Theron Abitz died earlier than the date the demon king came to the capital. If the demon king puts his mind to kill one person, things like time and place aren’t even worth a pebble at his feet. So the time of murder is not something to think about.

If County Abitz and the Demon Jing were related for some reason, it would be a headache. Because the Demon King is the only person who cannot be controlled by force, power, or mind.

“Come to think of it, why did he attend the Count’s banquet…….”

“What?”

What did the Demon King lack? That he ended up pretending to be an employee at a banquet hosted by a mere Count. At that time, she also had doubts, but she was blinded by jealousy and didn’t think too deeply about it.

Even if he was forced to attend the banquet because of Erina Holden, why did he have to work in the count’s banquet hall?

“Count.”

“Yes.”

“What was in Guernia’s room?”

“Anything… Since the room was used to confine Sezaine’s Chenin from the beginning, there were no important documents or treasures in it.”

‘Chenin’ was in the place where the Demon King forcibly opened the door. The Saint asked the Count again.

“Did she say she saw something about the intruder?”

“It happened so quickly that she said she didn’t see anything.”

If that’s a lie. She didn’t say that her eyes were covered with magic, and she couldn’t see it because it was an instant… it doesn’t match.