Belti naturally had no way of knowing what Riezel was thinking.
At that moment, he was staring at the black water stains scattered across the ground. Rather than showing any joy at having dealt with a troublesome enemy, he frowned.
The reason for this was simple.
"Is that it?"
That was what Riezel was thinking right now.
It was not that he looked down on a Night Spirit. He was simply puzzled.
"If nothing went wrong, this Night Spirit should have been drawn here by the mysterious power placed on the Mana Pearl."
"In other words, this was a method the Abyss Believers of the Dark Relief Society prepared to deal with me."
"But was their carefully prepared method really nothing more than luring a Night Spirit over to attack me?"
Did they have that much confidence in a Semi-Immortal monster? Were they really so certain that such a monster could deal with him?
Was he being underestimated, or was the Night Spirit's power being overestimated?
The former seemed unlikely. Not long ago, he had displayed part of his strength before the Abyss Believers of the Dark Relief Society. He had cut off an Abyss Demon Lord's arm right in front of them, proving that he possessed strength comparable to a Saint.
That had not even been his full strength, but even so, surely they would not think a single Night Spirit could handle a Saint—especially one wielding a Holy Sword?
Of course, because he had not wanted to alert anyone when he came out this time, Riezel had not brought Malfa's Sword with him.
Sacred Sword Malfa was still hanging on the wall in his room. It had not accompanied him outside.
But the other side could not possibly have calculated that he would leave the Holy Sword behind