Phield noticed that the green marker on the minimap was gradually shifting from blurred to clear.
"Hm? Could it be that the Divine Chosen's lord is already dead… or perhaps… she's waking up."
"Hand over the Holy Light artifact!"
The stitched humanoid monster spoke again, its voice a grotesque chorus of many female voices layered together. As its roar grew louder, chunks of flesh sloughed off its body with a sickening rustling, making the scene even more revolting.
Not only did Phield feel no fear, he casually removed The Silver Iris Brooch and said with interest, "I wouldn't mind giving it to you—but I'd rather make a deal. I have a few questions."
"Huh? That's not possible! Phield, it's a demon! What kind of human makes deals with demons on their own initiative?"
Sylvia waved her hands frantically, spinning in place in panic.
"Be quiet. My lord has his reasons."
