Isabel Was No Easy Mark
Bagpipe Town's outskirts.
Giant Prince Wolfram stood alone on the empty grassland. The winter grass had already withered.
There was none of the anger or frenzy commonly seen in giants on Wolfram's face. Instead, it was utterly calm.
His rational, indifferent voice rang out slowly. "I paid a price you can't imagine to escape from George. Now we have nowhere left to go... I hope the information you brought is true."
He had consumed all the remaining Demon Scholars who fanatically followed him as materials, only then managing to set a trap to ensnare Grand Guardian George. He had also used it to teleport himself across all of Avalon, arriving from a diagonal position.
It could even be said that the core elites of Noble Red had been wiped out because of this.
And the reason for all of it was a piece of information sent by Cassiem. Wolfram had immediately spent a tremendous price to forcefully teleport here without a second thought.
"You aren't the only one who paid a price, my respected His Highness the Prince."
A voice sounded amid the rumbling thunder, blurred but unable to conceal its malice and greed. "Those humans are nothing more than slaves, toys, walking ritual materials, and emergency rations. What kind of heavy price could they represent?
"As long as we obtain the Book of Law, we can recruit more humans, and stronger ones, with ease—I need your help, my respected His Highness the Prince."
As he spoke, a dark cloud appeared before the Giant Prince. The demon, ferocious as an evil ghost, clad in black scales, with black batlike membranous wings on its back and thick crocodilian feet, stepped out of the void amid crackling lightning.
His right hand dragged a long halberd flashing with