"Thud."
With a slow collapse, Bedo, the Old Demon Faction's sole remaining survivor, finally could no longer hold on.
"Urgh..."
Covered in wounds, with barely a patch of uninjured skin left on his body, Bedo lay on the ground in that state, barely clinging to life. Only one or two stifled groans could still be forced from his throat, telling everyone what kind of torment he had endured.
The effects of the magic potion had long since worn off.
Not even a trace of magic power remained.
Bedo had truly run out of tricks and reached the end of the road. He had not a shred of strength left, with only his final breath keeping him alive.
And that breath had been deliberately left to him by his opponent.
Shien stood before Bedo, Magic Sword in hand. As he reined in his magic power, he spoke with apparent concern.
"How is it? Can you still stand?"
Those words frightened not only Bedo, but all the knights and adventurers watching as well.
After all, Shien's tone sounded so caring, yet his face was full of dissatisfaction, as though he had not had enough.
It was practically saying—"I'm not done having fun yet."
"Devil..."
"A devil..."
The watching knights and adventurers were all pale with fear. They did not look as though they were facing an ally, but rather an Old Demon Race even more terrifying than Bedo.
In fact, in everyone's eyes now, Shien had undoubtedly become someone even more terrifying than Bedo—perhaps the most terrifying person they would ever encounter in their lives.
After today, Shien's brutality would surely spread even further through Lamigium, wouldn't it?
But that was a matter for later.
As for Bedo, who had suffered all of Shien's torment, there was only one thing he wanted