The comic describes her exactly as she is, and besides being an elite Blood Hunter, she also has a very strange title: within the Blood Hunter guild, she is called 'the lucky one favored by death'.
As for why I say that.....
To put it simply, you could say she has the constitution of a death god elementary school student; to put it more elegantly, you could call her a jinx.
Wherever she appears, rivers of blood will flow and countless people will die.
Of course, this does not include the vampires she killed with her own hands.
It is said that she herself did not believe this claim at first, but as time went by and she grew older, similar things happened more and more often, and she herself began to believe that her family members died because of her when she was a child.
In Maggie's native dialect, Gillian has cursed her family to death.
But she herself is incredibly lucky. Many times, she seems to be in dire straits, but she inexplicably comes out alive. Not only that, she is also unharmed and even gains some benefits.
"I have a feeling of unease."
Maggie rolled over, flattening her body, a cloud hanging over her heart.
Gillian's image kept flashing through my mind. Her pure white dress fluttered before my eyes, pure and beautiful, but it was not the wings of a dove of peace, but the cloak of death, a scythe that reaped lives.
Maggie is indeed an atheist, but Gillian is portrayed as too sinister in the comics. Even from a psychological perspective, it's still scary.
After all, she's already had a lot of bad luck.
I feel that if I could see her game panel, the luck stat would definitely be negative.
"Forget it, she owes me a favor, so I'm just making a profit no matter how you look at it."
After thinking for a long time, Maggie felt that Gillian's almost mystical constitution was unsolvable. Rather than worrying about being implicated, she should just get some sleep.
Then she peacefully closed her eyes.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, and its light shone through the window onto Maggie's face, making her delicate and radiant complexion look like that of an angel from legend.
The next instant, a blood-red night fell, and the sky turned a deep purple in the blink of an eye, signifying that a demon king who did not belong to the continent of Coral was about to appear here.
Maggie, who was immersed in her dream, suddenly felt a sense of crisis and opened her eyes in an instant, only to be met with the cold and cruel purple eyes of the Demon King Safa.
"!"
Before Safa could even speak, Maggie flipped over and fell off the bed, sliding nimbly to her knees in front of him with unparalleled speed in getting into character.
Maggie lowered her head, her tone devout, as docile as the most loyal slave, devoid of any dignity.
"Your Excellency Demon King, what brings you here?"
For Maggie now, dignity is the ultimate luxury; she has to choose between dignity and life.
One day, she will earn a hundred times the dignity through her strength.
"The Pope is hunting down my followers."
Saffar's tone was surprisingly calm, but his handsome face revealed a hint of sternness. He did not show any anger, but Maggie could sense that he was very unhappy.
Those in positions of authority command respect without needing to be angry.
Maggie hesitated, not quite understanding what Safa wanted her to do. The Temple of Light killed many humans who had made pacts with demons every year, essentially purging traitors. If that was all, it shouldn't have made Safa so angry.
"What does the Demon King mean?"
After thinking for a moment, she could only cautiously probe and ask.
“Every believer he hunts down is an important pawn in his game, and I need an answer.”
Safa slightly turned his eyes, his gaze fixed on Maggie, looking down at her with a concise and succinct expression.
"Yes, Demon King."
Maggie understood, and outwardly she respectfully agreed, but inwardly she had a completely different attitude.
If Safa said that, she did remember something, but she wasn't going to tell Safa the truth.
Neither the demon nor the pope is a good person. Rather than directly helping either of them, maneuvering between them and letting them kill each other would not only rid the people of a scourge but also buy her some breathing room.
Killing two birds with one stone.
Safa, of course, had no idea what Maggie was thinking. He was very satisfied with Maggie's submissive attitude, and a look of pleasure flashed in his eyes.
“Very good, I will grant you sufficient magic power. If you complete the mission, you will receive even more.”
The pale white bone wings could not fully unfold in the small room, almost completely enveloping Maggie. Sharp bone spikes were right in front of Maggie, but she remained unfazed.
These bone wings are part of the Demon King's body and his most powerful and handy weapon, which, according to legend, can even sever a soul.
It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid, but I absolutely cannot show any weakness now.
According to the chronicles of the continent of Coral, the chaotic plague caused by demons was of a similar level of disaster as the undead scourge, except that one harvested souls while the other desecrated living beings and transformed them into the dead.
One is from a very ancient era with few records, while the other is from a period not long before the Age of Gods and is known to many.
As Maggie was still thinking, a surge of power suddenly rushed into her body, and Maggie could clearly feel the enormous destructive force contained within it.
Yet, this terrifying power from the demon, after being transformed through the demon contract, naturally became ordinary magic, helping her break through to the level of an intermediate mage.
Maggie was overjoyed, but at the same time, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.
In comparison, Safa was even better than her cheap father, at least he made her work and gave her some fodder.
The Duke, however, only wanted to use emotional blackmail and threats to squeeze out the last bit of value from her.
Moreover, Safa treated her, his follower, fairly well; at least this time she didn't feel that suffocating pressure.
“My followers need not bow their heads before me; next time I will allow you to look me directly in the eye.”
Just as Maggie breathed a sigh of relief and was about to send the Buddha away, Safa's deep and seductive voice suddenly rang out, like a ghost that devours the soul, dangerous yet fatally attractive.
A question mark mushroom suddenly sprouted on Maggie's head. She still didn't understand what Safa meant. Sure enough, it's hard to guess what the leader is thinking.
But after thinking about it, I figured it was definitely the right thing to do to agree now.
"Really! Your Majesty the Demon King is so kind to me, I am willing to be your believer for all eternity!"
A burst of light, like fireworks, suddenly shone in her eyes. She looked up at her lifeline, her voice filled with overwhelming excitement. She was like a ray of light in the darkness, so beautiful it was mesmerizing.
"Ha, I will grant you a chance. If the Pope discovers your pact with me, I will unconditionally help you kill him to prevent future troubles."
Safa raised an eyebrow, seemingly pleased by Maggie's reaction. His narrow eyes narrowed upwards, and his tone was full of seductive meaning.
"Thank you, Lord Demon King, for being willing to save your most devout believer."
Maggie's fingertips trembled slightly, and all the blood in her body seemed to rush to her head, making her voice much louder.
"It's just a small favor, and I certainly won't treat my followers unfairly."
Safa chuckled softly, but a chilling killing intent flashed in his dark purple eyes—not at Maggie, but at the Pope.
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