"Who? A god? Or the Holy Sword!"
In that instant, he discovered that even the magical mark on the Hero had vanished. The direction of the disappearance should have been north of the continent, where the Gard Empire lay.
The Gard Empire was extremely far from Demon King Island.
It seemed getting the Holy Sword quickly would not be so easy. Even he, a grand mage, had not figured out how that teleportation magic had been activated.
Could it have not been teleportation magic, but teleportation itself?
Dusting himself off, he turned to look at the bedraggled Blood Demon. "Say, Mr. Blood Demon, you clearly have an immortal body, so why do you always end up looking so miserable? I thought you could at least trade blows with the Red Dragon. Looks like I overestimated you."
Mel did not know that the Blood Demon had once fought the Red Dragon, which was why he could say such things so calmly.
The Blood Demon's expression turned extremely unnatural. "Are you kidding me? Do you know what that Red Dragon represents? That bone dragon you fought cannot even be called a real dragon. At most, it was an undead creature."
"I've faced it more than once, so of course I know how powerful the Red Dragon is. Before, all I could do was look up at it. Now, I want to try defeating it—defeating that arrogant creature." Mel glanced at the Dragon Slayer Set in his inventory. It was equipment he was reluctant to wear except on high-level battlefields. After all, it was not indestructible equipment like the God Slayer Set.
Before reaching the level of a true Divine Artifact, ordinary weapons would inevitably wear down in battle. Mel knew Dragon bone was something one could only hope to encounter by chance.