Punk's blunt words instantly left Mimibes speechless. The Blood War was an endless, unceasing conflict; even if demon lesser lords marched to their deaths in droves, they could never be wiped out completely. But reality was even crueler than that. Now, with several crimson rifts thrown wide open and the unreliable Grand Duke Oakris's condition worsening by the day, the only "fool" willing to charge across that battlefield was actually leaving!
Upon hearing this news, even the ever-smiling Candy Merchant could only ask with a bitter smile:
"Are you truly ending this cooperation, Mr. Whisper of Destruction? The Hell Council is already discussing increasing the rewards for those who hold the Blood War's battlefields. Outside support for the Blood War will also earn the devils' friendship, and Grand Duke Oakris's condition, triggered by his infection with the Wailing Soul, has already shown signs of ceasing to worsen..."
Explaining bitterly, the little merchant repeatedly emphasized the "generous rewards," "Hell's friendship," "vast combat experience," and other resources that could be gained from the Blood War, hoping to make Punk reconsider his decision.
She understood very well that the one who could truly decide Ganatica's fate was not the youthful avenger who had fought fiercely in Hell for seventy or eighty thousand years, but the cold-voiced Morningstar Mage before her. She also knew exactly how much the value of the Blood War rewards offered by the Hell Council had diminished for a Morningstar Professional. Under such circumstances, Punk's decision to end the deal was not surprising at all.
Even so, the helpless Mimibes still tried to make one final attempt to retain the "honest laborer" she had found with such difficulty. After all, for a devil grand duke finding it increasingly difficult to suppress the madness in his heart, this was precisely the