The moment the sense of defeat overwhelmed her, Kefla felt suicidal.

Surprisingly, she managed to survive after the battle with the demon.

“You have to thank Duke Reeves; he raised a fine daughter.”

The sound of turning pages stopped, and Viktor put the book away, his deep black eyes fixed on Kefla.

Upon hearing the sound, Kefla froze, struggling to sit up.

The man in front of me sat in a chair, appearing exceptionally mysterious against the backdrop of his black trench coat and one-eyed raven.

Extremely elegant.

Her vision was still a little blurry, so she didn't immediately recognize who the other person was.

But Kevlar was somewhat bewildered.

Chair?

Where did he get a chair in this shabby place?

Before she could think further, upon hearing the other person's words, she forced herself to endure the pain and quickly turned her head to look in the other direction.

Erica du Chloe.

Although fighting demons may cause Kefla to lose her mind, her memories will not be erased.

Moreover, the various buffs emanating from her body were telling her what had happened during the battle.

In the previous battle, the demon used his special skill of staining the earth with ink.

That would be absolutely fatal.

This is what Kefla, with her extensive combat experience, told herself.

In other words, Erica used magic to save their lives while she was still conscious.

Kefla felt a sense of desolation.

If it weren't for Erica, she would have perished at the hands of the devil.

She hadn't expected the demon to be so powerful, and herself to be so weak.

"She suffered a penetrating wound to the shoulder, yet she managed to save both of your lives."

"That's really amazing."

Viktor's words struck her heart like a heavy blow once again.

Kevlar felt extremely guilty.

“That…that demon.”

"You are no match for it, but to be honest, in a head-on one-on-one fight, unless the emperor himself is willing to come, no one can defeat it."

Kefla looked up, her brows furrowed.

She couldn't understand it.

The power of that demon was something she, as a demon hunter, had never heard of before.

It was as if it shouldn't exist in this world. Kefla sensed it, so she confidently pursued it.

However, the other party never seemed to regard her as an opponent.

Ultimately, his pride nearly cost him his life.

"However, we have already taken care of the aftermath."

Viktor stood up, and the chair beneath him vanished on its own.

He walked up to Kevlar, flicked his trench coat, and two bottles of scarlet potion landed in front of her.

"Remember to think things through before acting rashly."

"Even for witchers, being solely controlled by instinct doesn't necessarily yield better results."

"Also, remember to take your medicine, Miss Kevlar."

Victor tossed his trench coat aside and turned around.

Kefla stared blankly at the man in front of her. As she regained her senses, her eyes cleared, and she suddenly recognized him.

"Victor...is that you?"

Victor didn't turn his head, only leaving behind a single sentence.

"Don't forget to bring Erica back with you. I don't want the Duke to misunderstand me again."

A gust of black wind swept by, and the falling leaves blocked Kefla's view.

When the black wind subsided and the leaves fell, Viktor's figure had already disappeared.

Only a single black raven tail feather remained, a symbol that he had been there.

The feather drifted to Kefla's feet, and she caught it in her hand, her heart heavy with mixed emotions.

Because there was clear writing on the feather:

"Four bottles of recovery potions, eight thousand Giornos. Remember to send the money."

She mustered her strength and picked up the red medicine that had been lying on the ground.

Its color was as vivid as fresh blood, completely unlike any restorative potion she had ever seen.

She hesitated for a moment, then opened the lid and poured it into her mouth.

A bright green light emanated from his body, and half of his injuries were instantly healed.

She felt a surge of power coursing through her entire body.

"He can stand up now."

"What a miraculous potion."

She thought to herself that there was only one bottle left, and if she drank it, it would restore more of her fighting strength.

However, she is no longer needed to fight.

She left the potion with Erica, hugged her tightly, opened the potion, and poured it into Erica's mouth.

...

Thump thump thump!!

There was a knock on the door of the Du Chloe residence, and Duke Reeves rushed out almost immediately.

He stood at the doorway, watching Erica and Kefla help each other as they arrived at their house.

Erica looked at her father, covered in dust, and then laughed happily:

“Father, my sister Kefla and I have held off the demon for a very long time.”

"Am I amazing?"

Even though Erica was physically weak, her eyes still shone with anticipation when the topic was brought up.

"I'm no longer a burden!"

"..."

Duke Reeves remained silent and did not speak.

The atmosphere seemed a little stiff at that moment.

Erica shrank back and lowered her head, seemingly a little scared.

And the next second.

A strong embrace held her close, a warmth reminiscent of one she had experienced as a child.

Her father's trembling voice rang in her ears.

Erica.

"You will always be your father's pride."