To be honest, after hearing the woman's story, Nolan almost burst out laughing.
Given the nature of the Underworld Gate, it was obvious that the Demon Emperor they wanted to resurrect was her disciple—not her.
But they had made a foolish mistake, wrongly assuming that Alicia was one of the Demon Emperor's incarnations.
The more Nolan thought about it, the more absurd the whole situation seemed.
He could only feel pity for the old woman who had once possessed Melissa's body—and for the strange man in the black cloak he had just killed.
In the end, their deaths had been completely meaningless.
When the woman noticed the faint smile on Nolan's lips, irritation flared within her. But recalling the earlier slap and the man's mysterious power, she could only grit her teeth and suppress her anger.
"By the way," Nolan said, glancing at her. "What's your name? How should I address you?"
