White mist enveloped the distance, the air was biting cold, and weeds grew rampant on both sides of the gravel path.
A colossal scarlet magic circle enclosed Mil, with layers of incantations, like a complex dial, rotating in reverse.
A tall man emerged from the mist, a red Attila jacket draped over his shoulders, his pale face tinged green, a brown goatee…
And a pair of eerie green eyes.
Mil dismounted and tentatively asked,
“Are you… Jack, the Undead Golem Master?”
“Hmm, no need for introductions, Mil should know, right? Many demons want your life.”
As he spoke, he drew a small knife from his waist, his finger hooked through the ring at the end of the handle, twirling it.
Mil took a breath, trying to stay calm. If the other party wanted to kill him, he would have already acted. Besides, he just said he wanted to talk?
“What you’re saying, surely isn’t a prelude to killing me, is it?”
“Of course. Mr. Ibon told me that the Demon God's Child not only didn't blame you but also kept in contact with you?”
“That’s right.”
Mil nodded in agreement.
He had only told Miley about this, but he wasn't surprised that she told Ibon;
They were already part of the same group. The Demon Lord assisted Theron in casting a sleeping spell, and Ibon was Theron's teacher.
Baron Jack, a smile appeared on his stiff face:
“We regret the failure of that proclamation meeting; we didn't get to meet the Demon God's Child's spokesperson. So, we'd like to ask you to introduce us.”
Mil frowned in thought…
In the setting, Jack was relatively more loyal;
But his loyalty was extreme, the kind that was difficult to control, a bit mad, and acted quite freely.
From a character perspective, he wouldn't harbor ill intentions towards the Demon God's Child and held great reverence for the Abyss…
“Since Ibon can contact the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord can contact the Demon God's Child, why do you still need to come to me?”
“Heh heh… It's mainly that hateful Demon Lord, relying on her ability to contact the Demon God's Child, she refuses to convey the Demon God's Child's will to us.”
“Alright, then set a time, and I'll have the spokesperson meet you.”
Mil's words should have concluded the matter here, but he also understood that Jack, going to such great lengths, surely wasn't that simple.
Indeed, the other party tightened his grip on the small knife, a fierce glint appearing in his eerie green eyes:
“No, no, no… Just tell me how to find the spokesperson, that’s all.”
“Heh… And then use the same methods to find out the Demon God's Child's whereabouts, and finally replace him?”
Mil sneered, but no sooner had he finished speaking than Jack's throwing knife whizzed past his ear—
“Whoosh—”
Mil's hair fluttered, and Jack drew another throwing knife:
“Dare to insult my devotion to the Abyss again, and the next knife will be in your throat.”
Mil sighed. From the other party's tone, it didn't sound like a joke. There was no one else here, so he had no need to put on an act.
After a moment of thought, he decided to lay his cards on the table:
“I am the Demon God's Child!”
Both sides were silent for a few seconds, then Jack burst into a fit of wild laughter:
“Hahahaha…! Mil, you truly have a sense of humor!”
Mil didn't waste any more words with him, dark magic surging in his hand, preparing to reveal his Demon God's Mark.
“Watch closely!”
But just then, the sound of hooves came from nearby, and a young girl shouted loudly:
“Jack! Stop!”
Turning his head, a warhorse clad in black iron armor galloped towards them, and the young girl on its back wore black iron armor engraved with golden patterns.
Jack focused his gaze…
That was a Holy Flame Knight. Although she used a disguise and her voice was altered, he could tell at a glance:
“Oh? Lilith… Succubus Daughter?”
“Jack! The Lord of the Abyss said to ensure Mil's safety! Release him quickly!”
The young girl knight reined in her warhorse beside the magic circle, sternly rebuking him;
But Jack didn't buy it at all:
“Oh? Was it the Lord of the Abyss who said it? Or was it you?”
“Didn't Ibon tell you?”
“Heh heh, who would believe Ibon's nonsense? He has no reverence for the Abyss in his heart! I only obey the Demon God's Child's commands. As for others, I'm afraid I cannot comply…”
Mil frowned, interrupting the long wind-up of the Demon God's Mark…
The Holy Flame Knights are the Royal Guards of Paradise Duchy. Perhaps she is Lilith's bodyguard?
Presumably, this is Meridiana Sidi, the Demon Lord's daughter.
“Lady Knight! You go first, I'll talk to Mr. Jack again.”
“Mil…”
“Go first! Wait for me over there, fifty meters away!”
No choice, the unfolding of the Demon God's Mark was a bit too grand…
This time, Lilith completely failed to understand Mil's actions. She could only pull the reins and slowly retreat.
Turning back, he once again began to channel dark magic in his hand, his soul beginning to resonate with the Abyss…
“Mil—!”
“Who is it now?”
Suddenly turning his head, the accompanying Holy Knights, Guard Knights, Exorcists, and White Magic users, a group of clergy and knights, followed by a crowd of Lyata Academy students, were rushing towards them in a grand procession.
Mil's world collapsed…
“Don’t come over! What are you doing back here?!”
The group was stopped outside the magic circle, watching Mil confront the demons, tears of emotion streaming down their faces.
“Mil! We misunderstood you. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to find the other members of the church. You are the one who truly embodies knightly spirit!”
“Mil, truly worthy of being the hero of the Holy City! Truly a gentleman in the name of Lyata. It's a pity we only now understand the resolve in your Turn around!”
“I'm sorry… Mil, when I learned you became a Cardinal Deacon, I was indeed jealous, but it's only now that I understand your noble character and fearless spirit. You are a truly deserving hero!”
As he spoke, the students of the magic academy launched an attack on the magic circle.
“Mil, please hold on a little longer! We will rescue you as soon as possible!”
“Rescue my ass! You want to rescue me? Get lost! Get as far away as possible!”
“No! Mil, this time, we will stand with you! In the name of the Albion family, we will never retreat!”
Meanwhile, Jack, standing nearby, began to applaud:
“Oh? Mil, it seems you care a lot about your classmates? However… this makes things much easier.”
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and pairs of eerie green eyes appeared in the mist from all directions;
One Undead Golem after another emerged from the mist, holding weapons, tens of thousands of them, slowly surrounding them…
“Originally, I just wanted to save some troops, but now, being underestimated isn't too good, is it? Mil, if you don't want to see them buried here, then confess honestly!”