The leader was sweating buckets.
Moriarty's words sounded downright demonic... He clearly knew I had brought a Blade Demon, so why was he so calm!? Was he a Demon Scholar, or a demon disguised as a human!? And how did he know I had brought a Blade Demon? "—There's a mole?"
The leader suddenly realized.
Since Iver Moriarty was a Demon Scholar, the mission he had received had been wrong from the very beginning—perhaps this man was actually from Lloyd's, only he had hidden it so well that the leader had known nothing about it!
In that case, this had merely been an internal factional struggle from the start.
And he was the expendable pawn sent here! "Wait, I have something to say..."
He had already understood everything, but it was too late.
"No."
Iver's cold voice rang out. "You can't surrender."
The next moment, a bullet came flying.
The leader sensed danger just before the trigger was pulled. He tried his best to dodge, but he couldn't get clear completely.
Or rather, it was precisely because Iver hadn't aimed at his head that he had managed to barely evade it.
Even so, after the bullet struck the leader's right shoulder, it felt as though an invisible blade had sliced through him. His right arm burst into a spray of blood and flew away.
A violent corrosive sensation spread from the wound.
It was the first time in his life that he had felt such agony. His mind went blank, and he couldn't remember how to use any spell or curse. He involuntarily collapsed to the ground, howling in pain. His screams carried far into the night.
At that moment, a thought surfaced in the leader's mind.
When he had poured strong acid over someone's head earlier, the other person