Lanchi's Flower Capital Finale

"Honestly, this is the first time I've ever met an enemy who asked me to remember him."

Lanchi gazed at the tilted giant screen behind the ruins and muttered to himself.

Beelzebub had seemed especially arrogant earlier, openly declaring that he would leave Lanchi with an unforgettable memory.

"But unfortunately, it seems that teaching you to love is..."

Facing the Perlman puppet controlled by Beelzebub, Lanchi could only put on a regretful expression and gently wave his right hand at him, as if bidding Beelzebub farewell.

But by then, Beelzebub was already too preoccupied to care about Lanchi's psychological provocation.

The Earl Baptiste's Mansion Garden, once filled with gorgeous flowers and brimming with life, had now become a scene of ruin and desolation.

Torrential rain poured down, turning the garden into a muddy swamp. The once smooth and clean gravel paths were now riddled with uneven holes and puddles of all sizes.

Every pane of glass in the greenhouse had shattered. The precious flowers and plants inside were now exposed to the downpour, fragile and perilously close to ruin.

"..."

The terrifying aura, like the arrival of the Grim Reaper, and the gaze that froze even the soul filled Beelzebub with a terror unlike anything he had ever felt.

Beelzebub had already lost count of how many times he had beaten Ivanos earlier.

Every trembling nerve in his body screamed at him to flee, and even his pores were oozing cold sweat.

His all-conquering arrogance crumbled into dust. His instinct to survive took over. Under the shadow of death, Beelzebub had no time to worry about his pride. He turned and fled in whatever direction he could, flying away at top speed like a frightened bird.

His disheveled and panicked figure vanished into the distant curtain of rain in an