It was that one soft "Father" that completely shattered all of Aleister's defenses, leaving the man who stood at the pinnacle of humanity and could become a Demon God at any moment frozen in place.
Now!
Laura's beautiful eyes widened slightly. In the next instant, a streak of light tore across the sky. Moving far beyond the speed of sound, it pierced through Aleister's chest from behind before its roar even arrived!
"Splurt—"
The sharp, broad-bladed greatsword shattered most of Aleister's internal organs in a single strike.
The man in the green surgical gown lowered his head in astonishment, staring at the tip of the sword protruding from his chest.
This body had already been gravely wounded sixty years ago when Britain's Puritan Church hunted him down. At the time, Aleister had been on the brink of death, and Soul of the Underworld had ultimately saved him.
Even though he had spent the past sixty years inside a life-support device, the hidden injuries in his body had never fully healed.
Not long ago, he had even gone to the Hidden World, where the Demon Gods had casually struck him once. That single blow had nearly cost Aleister his life.
Now, this shattered body had finally reached its limit.
"The Sword of Damocles..."
Aleister merely looked at the sword tip and immediately recognized the origin of the spiritual armor.
"Hm~ hm~ hm~ hm~ hm~ hm~ hm~"
After seeing the Sword of Damocles pierce Aleister's body, Laura's expression relaxed. She even began humming a beautiful melody.
"The Sword of Damocles, the sword that warns rulers lacking resolve. In itself, it is merely a sword meant as a warning."
"...But once it chooses the right target—someone like you, a ruler lacking resolve—it instantly becomes a deadly weapon dropping from above!"
"Checkmate, Aleister! This