"You've worked hard, Denarua."

The Illusionist Adora greeted the exhausted dual-wielding swordswoman with a look of concern.

Denarua looked at Adora with dissatisfaction, but the Illusionist just smiled serenely in response.

"I could have killed her."

"And you might have sustained some serious injuries yourself. We need to preserve our strength as much as possible for the final battle."

"It's easiest to kill them right after they've awakened."

"That doll was someone Lin chose as a party member. If you killed her in front of him, going against his will, he might have started to hate you."

"...I don’t want that."

With a deep sigh, Denarua slumped onto the sofa. The soft cushions and her overwhelming fatigue caused her to close her eyes almost immediately.@@novelbin@@

"Congratulations~."

But the oblivious spear-wielder dragged out her words as she approached.

"For what?"

"You finally made the Second Mage despair. Yawn~. She was really a shameless woman."

"Hmph, she was doomed to realize it herself eventually and end up like that."

"Really?"

Of course, seeing the Second Mage’s expression gradually twist after Lin’s cold words was something to behold. Denarua hadn’t felt such satisfaction since becoming a demon.

But that wasn’t the important thing.

"I could sense my brother from Lin’s soul."

"Your brother? Guerrero?"

"Yes, very faint, but there was definitely a trace of my brother’s soul."

Her heightened senses, sharpened from being in hell, had barely managed to pick up on it.

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