What do you mean by "this is a dating game"?

It felt like falling into an ice cave!

Fear is a tentacle, cold and creeping up your spine, rushing toward your heart.

Elliot's magical energy surged, and he suppressed his intense desire to attack.

"...The Demon Blade?"

Nephallus turned to look at him: "What is the Blade of Evil?"

"A permanent buff."

Sieg offered an answer, but Emilia couldn't understand it.

Overlord's Symbol?

She asked, "What is... a Overlord's Symbol?"

Nefarian explained, "You can think of it as a buff, like the 'Calm Down' spell that forces calm, or the 'Bull Rider' spell that increases stamina."

Looking at Elliott's ashen face, Sieg continued, "The Blade of Anguish is very special. Those who possess this state have extremely sharp fel energy imbued in their fists and feet. A slash with their bare hands is no less powerful than a cleaver, easily severing someone's head. This is a unique enhancement unique to followers of the Painful Miracles."

A miraculous ordeal?

Emilia looked at Elliott; the Painful Miracles didn't sound like a legitimate organization.

Sieg continued, "You can try to argue, but it's pointless. The Blade of Evil needs you to mutilate yourself, whipping yourself daily in front of the shrine to enhance its power. I'm sure your back is covered in whip marks."

Elliott stared in astonishment at the black-haired youth before him.

The tradition of suffering and miracles cannot be said to have been severed.

It is the text on a stone tablet, a chapter in a withered yellowed scroll.

People in this day and age have long forgotten that such an organization once existed, which has shrunk and declined to the extreme.

It was only in recent decades, after the resurgence of the "Apostles of Death," that they began to emerge in hidden corners.

But how does this person in front of her, Emilia's good friend, know so much?

Eliot knew that sophistry was pointless.

The respect and obsequiousness on his face vanished, replaced by seriousness and coldness: "Who...are you? Are you also a follower of the Mother of All Mothers?"

"I have no connection with cults."

"..."

Ok!

There's not much to say now.

Elliot looked at Emilia and said, "Miss, I think you already know everything."

I do not know.

Don't talk nonsense.

Emilia was confused. What was going on?

A miraculous ordeal?

Mother of all mothers?

Unheard of!

She forced herself to remain composed, her emerald eyes conveying calmness as she gazed quietly.

Elliott continued, "I've worked for the Wood family for fifty years; I've done my part, if not great deeds. I watched you grow up, and I don't want to hurt you… Let's leave it at that. Let me go, and we can part amicably, okay?"

"Such arrogance."

It was Nephalem who spoke.

He placed his hands on the armrests of the chair and said, "Mr. Elliott, what are you planning to do if we're not willing to part ways amicably?"

"Then your lives will end here."

Elliott coldly uttered his words, raised his hand, and gathered evil energy.

It was a mass of dark red death energy, constantly splitting and coalescing, writhing like a living thing, sending chills down one's spine.

Nefa felt unwell.

He stared at the dark red energy, clearly hearing countless curses emanating from it. The aura emanating from it was more intense and primal than ordinary "magic."

Sieg remained calm and said:

"I don't want to have conflicts with anyone, even if you're a believer in the Miracle of Suffering. Fighting is dangerous, and accidents are inevitable. But..."

"Your Excellency, in your pursuit of power and the arrival of the Demon Blade, you sacrificed over seventy innocent lives. I cannot pretend not to know about such a heinous act and simply let you go; my conscience would not allow it."

and so……

What do you want to do?

Elliott glanced at him expressionlessly.

The dark-haired youth started talking in his sleep.

He said, "Here's what we'll do. Send someone to invite the Blackscale City Police Department agents over. If they think you can leave, then you can leave."

"...Are you awake?"

Elliott was dumbfounded.

It was absurd and laughable; no normal person would say such a thing. He shook his head and said, "I bet your IQ is no more than sixty. You... are irrational."

Sieg was serious: "If you're unwilling, then we'll just have to put our words into action."

Oh.

Now that things have come to this, there's no point in hesitating.

There was never any mining accident. The seventy-seven miners who died were merely sacrifices. They had to die in despair and pain, only then would the "Shadow of the Wicked Blade" be complete.

Having committed such a heinous act, Eliot had foreseen this day would come.

With the wicked blade upon him, the ancient faith bared its fangs.

Elliott was ruthless. He fired a deadly shot at Emilia, certain that the two strangers would not dare not save her. If Emilia was injured, the two men would be held responsible!

pity.

Sieg and Nefar are seasoned veterans with a superior grasp of the battlefield, and they are not swayed by petty tricks.

Emilia comes from a wealthy family and has an extremely solid foundation.

The magic flowing within her was pure and profound, far exceeding the quality of ordinary first-tier magic.

Elliott's attacks could not harm her.

therefore.

With his super strong stats, Sieg suddenly became agile like a leopard, fierce like a tiger, and powerful like a bear!

With the conviction that he would kill with one blow, he took three steps to Elliott's side and threw a punch!

Under normal circumstances.

Nephallus will use magic to restrain Elliot and block his escape route, ensuring that Sieg's fist will land on him.

but……

Emilia stood frozen in place, unmoved.

Nefarian, with his keen eyesight, noticed that Emilia, who should have dodged or defended, had not reacted at all.

In the critical moment, he was forced to abandon his support. His deep purple magic transformed into steel sheets and iron coils, striking first and shattering Emilia before the crimson-black death aura could hit her.

Elliott was astonished by Sieg's terrifying explosive power.

He reacted appropriately, leaping towards the doorway and narrowly avoiding the punch, rolling outside.

Sieg ran quickly and followed closely behind.

Nefarian looked at Emilia and shouted, "Emira! Focus!"

"I'm so sorry...senpai..."

Emilia's lips were bloodless, her thick, fan-shaped eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

Nefar found it all very strange.

Earlier in the truck bed, Emilia's arguments were quite insightful, clearly indicating that she had put in the effort in her spiritual practice.

Many of her insights are relatively profound for her current age and rank, and theoretically she shouldn't have expressed them so clumsily.

But what can be done...?

Emilia clearly saw the confusion in Nefarian's eyes.

She was overwhelmed with shame!

Before coming here, she anticipated the possibility of conflict and even imagined some scenarios.

But when it actually happened, it still left her with cold hands and feet and a numb mind.

Just like every time I faced a real battle in the past.

Emilia lowered her gaze and said, "Whenever there's a conflict, I get... very nervous, and I can't control my body..."

...There are such people occasionally.

He has psychological deficiencies and is unable to remain calm during combat.

Nephallus comforted her, saying, "Relax, Emilia. Just stay here and don't move. Sieg and I can handle this."