Blood trickled down Harlan's cheek to the corner of his mouth. A fleeting look of surprise crossed his eyes, but he didn't lose his composure. Instead, he calmly licked the blood from his lips, turned his head, and smiled at Maggie.
"Her Highness's spellcasting without chanting is so skillful that even I didn't notice it."
Seeing Harlan's nonchalant attitude, Maggie's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and her voice was so cold it was almost icy.
"What a pity, you managed to dodge it this time, but you won't be so lucky next time."
Before she made her move, she knew that the probability of killing Harlen in this attack was no more than 10%, and that with the protagonist's halo, Harlen would most likely not die. But if she could tolerate something like this, she wouldn't be herself.
"Your Highness, please don't be angry, or Miss Ghost will only make a fool of herself."
Harlan turned to the side with a gentlemanly air, pointed to the undead girl standing to the side, and spoke in a polite tone, which only fueled Maggie's anger.
“Being too self-centered will come at a price, Harlen. You are not important to me at all.”
Maggie spoke with a mocking tone, her malice undisguised, staring into his azure eyes as she enunciated each word clearly.
“Even without you, I could raze this cemetery to the ground.”
Yes, she is a hypocrite. She never feels guilty about using anyone, but she will never allow others to use her.
"..."
Harlan seemed to realize that Maggie was serious, and the smile on his lips gradually faded until he stared at her expressionlessly.
"Your Highness is joking."
Maggie raised her head, a sarcastic look on her face. She had no intention of backing down an inch. At worst, she would lure the Demon King here and wipe out this cemetery in no time. As for who would bear Safa's wrath in the end, or how many people would die, Maggie didn't care.
As long as she's alive, there's always hope.
"Then I'll show you whether I'm joking or not."
Maggie liked people who wouldn't admit defeat until they were faced with a dire situation. Her magic flowed rapidly, concentrating on the demonic brand on her side, and then she activated it. An indescribable terrifying aura instantly emanated from Maggie's body.
The Demon King's demonic mark is completely different from that of ordinary demons; its mere pressure is enough to make anyone below the level of an intermediate mage kneel down on the spot.
"Would you like to guess where my power comes from?"
Maggie's mouth stretched almost to her ears, her voice like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell. Her pure white, holy saintly robes were enveloped in a dark, demonic aura, and coupled with her crazed, mad expression, it finally made Harlan's face change.
"Enough! You crazy woman! Do you want to die?"
Harlan frowned, his tone becoming urgent. This was the first time in his life that he had encountered something beyond his expectations.
No one would have imagined that the Holy Maiden of Light would be involved with the Demon King.
"!"
The 'Ghost Lady' who was originally lying on Maggie's back was also stunned by this aura. Her originally sinister expression turned into a wide-eyed gasp, and she quickly floated to the corner of the room, the place furthest away from Maggie.
But for some reason, she didn't run away. Instead, she looked at Maggie with eyes that were filled with excitement and longing.
"oh?"
Maggie raised an eyebrow when she heard Harlan break down, but she didn't stop. Instead, she looked at Harlan with amusement.
She knew that Harlan had some understanding of the demon contract, and he probably thought she wouldn't dare to casually pay the price of her soul to summon a demon, but she showed no sign of stopping. She was gambling, and Harlan didn't dare to gamble on whether she would actually summon a demon.
But Maggie is a madwoman who's willing to die with everyone else.
Just as Maggie had imagined, as the demonic aura was about to spread outside the room, Harlan resignedly lowered his head.
"Alright, you win, Your Highness."
Harlan sighed, spread his hands, and finally stopped pretending and adopted a cooperative posture.
Maggie looked at Harun, scoffed, and finally interrupted the ritual to summon Safa. The Demon King's scepter that had been glowing under her clothes also dimmed.
"The Knight Commander is nothing special."
If possible, Maggie also wants to solve the problem in a simple way. If she really attracts Safa, she will also have a headache. Since Harun is willing to cooperate, she can cooperate with him for the time being.
Indeed, only those with power can command respect; otherwise, they are merely pawns.
Harlan wasn't angry at being mocked; he just rubbed his temples in annoyance, his expression one of helplessness.
"Your Highness, the surprise you've received is far too great."
He wanted to gloss over the matter with a humorous tone, but Maggie wasn't about to forgive him so easily.
"There won't be a next time. If I die, you won't live either."
After saying that, Maggie turned and walked towards 'Miss Ghost', not even sparing Harlen a second glance.
As for Nesser, ever since Maggie suddenly erupted, he has been staring at her with his mouth agape, as if he doesn't recognize the person in front of him as the saintess who was so kind to him and even bought him new clothes.
Simply put, it terrified the child.
Perkin wasn't surprised. When Maggie and Harlan confronted each other, she already had a dagger in her hand, her black cloak concealing her in the shadows, her muscles tense, ready to strike.
He is now Maggie's servant and assassin, tasked with protecting her.
"I think we can have a good talk."
Maggie smiled slightly at 'Miss Ghost,' completely unrecognizable from her earlier madness. Her gentle smile was like a spring breeze, yet it inexplicably sent a chill down one's spine.
Even 'Miss Ghost' was startled by Maggie's smile. She suddenly darted behind Nesser, who seemed to be the least threatening person in the room, and spoke in a trembling, stuttering voice.
"I...I...I didn't mean to kill you. I just wanted you to help me find Erwin's remains."
Nesser looked back at 'Miss Ghost' with a blank expression, not yet realizing that he was possessed by a ghost. He pouted and turned to Maggie.
"It's a bit cold."
Maggie felt an urge to facepalm. How could the undead, who seemed to be killing indiscriminately just now, suddenly become so timid?
"I can help you, but you should stay away from Nesser first."
'Miss Ghost' realized that Maggie wasn't teasing her, and her eyes lit up instantly. She finally left Nesser and cautiously approached Maggie.
"Is it really possible?"
Maggie nodded, trying her best to make her expression look sincere.
"But you have to tell me exactly what happened first."
Harlan, who had been left standing to the side, seemed to realize that Maggie had completely ignored him, so he touched his nose and spoke up helplessly.
"She's just a ghost with incomplete memories. The information you want is what I have here."
Maggie glanced at him sideways, and seeing that he could finally communicate normally, she turned to the side and gestured with her eyes that he could speak.
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