(Attendance… plz…)
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The battlefield fell into a terrified silence. The arrival of the three new figures had shifted the very atmosphere, a crushing weight descending upon every soul present.
Reinhard narrowed his eyes. What was this demon doing here? Was this revenge for their previous encounter? Or was she, perhaps, the puppet master pulling the strings of this entire Orc Disaster?
The orcs, creatures driven by hunger and instinct, couldn't even meet the gaze of the newcomers. It wasn't just fear; it was a primal, biological imperative screaming at them to avert their eyes, to submit, to survive. To look directly at such beings was to invite death.
The ogres stood frozen, a different kind of turmoil churning within them. The sudden end to the battle, the denial of their vengeance, burned in their chests like a cold fire. But they were bound by their word.
Benimaru, their young leader, had promised Reinhard mercy if the enemy surrendered. He had considered the possibility, of course. But he hadn't expected the war to end this quickly, this decisively.
Every time he thought he understood the limits of Reinhard's strength, the line was redrawn further into the realm of the impossible.
And now, just as the dust was settling, a new calamity had arrived. An aura that screamed run to every instinct he possessed.
The demons made no effort to conceal their power.
Why would they? To beings of their caliber, hiding their aura would only invite annoyance from lesser monsters.
The white-haired woman, in particular, radiated an air of supreme confidence. Her smile was one of pure, unadulterated amusement, as if she were watching a particularly entertaining play.
Her servants were undeniably strong, powerful majins in their own right, but compared to the aura leaking from their mistress, they were mere candles next to a raging bonfire.
Benimaru and a few other Kijin moved to stand behind Reinhard, their movements stiff and heavy. The demon looked at them, or rather, through them, her crimson gaze fixed solely on the red-haired human.
Benimaru, despite his evolution and immense new strength, couldn't even conceive of winning against her.
The thought refused to form. His instincts, usually so sharp and aggressive, screamed at him to flee.
To forget honor, forget revenge, forget everything and just run. If this was the effect on him, a named Kijin, the terror gripping the weaker orcs must have been paralyzing.
"Reinhard," Benimaru whispered, his voice tight, unable to meet the demon's eyes. "Do you know them?"
The white-haired demon's aura pressed down on the battlefield like a physical weight, a suffocating blanket of dread.
Even her own subordinates seemed to sweat under the pressure of her unchecked presence.
And yet, in the midst of this crushing terror, one person remained completely, bafflingly unaffected.
Reinhard looked at them, his gaze steady on the white-haired woman. "Yes… I do," he said, his voice calm and even.
"She, or to be more accurate, one of her subordinates, was the culprit behind a village massacre. One thing led to another, she came to retrieve her subordinate, I refused, and we fought. I knew demons don't truly die, and that wasn't her real body… though she appears to be even stronger than before."
"And I remain saddened that because of that filth, our first meeting began and ended on such regrettable terms," the white-haired demon said, her voice light and melodic, a stark contrast to the dread she inspired.
She smiled, a chillingly beautiful expression. "At that time, my magicule body could barely access twenty percent of my true power. This vessel is somewhat better. But that sword… combined with your strength… it intrigued me far more. That sword specifically."
Reinhard's hand rested on the hilt of the Dragon Sword Reid, ready to draw in an instant.
The demon saw the movement but didn't even register it as a threat. "That sword not only destroyed my magicule body effortlessly, it penetrated every single one of my defenses like they were nothing… that is intriguing. And what is even more intriguing is the one who drew it against me."
As she spoke, she continued to release her aura, a deliberate wave of dominance washing over everyone present. Every orc, every ogre, knew with absolute certainty that to go against her meant instant, unavoidable death.
"No need for such vigilance," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I apologize for the magicule burst. I didn't want some insect interrupting our reunion. But it seems like nothing at all to you, hmm? Your body is constantly sucking in the magicules I'm releasing… Hahahaha! You become more intriguing by the second."
Just like that, the crushing pressure vanished. The aura settled. The atmosphere on the battlefield lightened instantly, the impending sense of doom lifting from the orcs' shoulders, leaving them gasping for air.
Reinhard looked at her, his expression unchanging. He knew what her subordinate had done. He knew from their previous encounter that she hadn't come here just for a friendly chat.
"Why don't you come straight to the point?" he asked. "What is it that you want?"
Her smile widened, revealing a glimpse of sharp, predatory teeth. "Why the grim mood? Aren't you happy to see me? Not even a little bit? Did you not enjoy our time back then?"
Reinhard stared at her. She was enjoying this.
Too much. He couldn't decipher her intentions. He had defeated her instantly. He had defied her, humiliated her. Surely that wasn't an enjoyable memory for a demon such as herself.
"Why would I be happy to see someone like you?" he retorted coldly. "A demon who regards the lives of others as nothing more than pebbles on the roadside."
His mouth split into a hard, humorless smile as he adjusted his footing.
"I don't even know why I'm listening to you. Monsters such as yourself shouldn't be roaming the living lands as they please."
Her two subordinates bristled, moving to intervene, but a single, sharp glance from her stopped them dead. They lowered their heads, not daring to question her.
Reinhard drew the Dragon Sword Reid. The pressure of the blade unsheathing was palpable, a physical weight that pressed against the chest of everyone nearby. The air itself seemed to harden.
The Dragon Sword Reid deemed the White Primordial Demon, 'Blanc', a worthy opponent.
The demon mused, her eyes glinting with delight as she taunted him. "Monsters such as myself… you say? What would you call yourself then? Surely not a he…"
"A monster," Reinhard interrupted, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "A monster is what I call myself. A monster who hunts monsters such as yourself."
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