Who Else?

Thud!

Floyd's body hit the ground hard.

Blood slowly spread from his chest, staining the ground red.

"Captain..."

The vice captain of Team Eight let out a wail.

He collapsed to the ground, seemingly unable to believe that the captain he trusted most had been a traitor—and had died right before his eyes.

Black sighed.

"I checked the records. Floyd's wife entered a Secret Realm with him years ago. She was struck by a vicious curse that slowly made her body disappear, but Floyd managed to preserve a trace of her True Spirit. All these years, he'd been searching for a way to restore her soul. And That Lord... is said to know a Secret Technique that lets a soul repair itself. I imagine that's why Floyd betrayed the Blood Demon Lord."

Blood Demon Bradwell's expression was unreadable.

"That Secret Technique only works on the Succubus herself. It can't be used on anyone else."

The implication was clear.

Floyd had been deceived from the start!

A venomous look flashed in the vice captain's eyes.

The Succubus!

She had tempted his captain with an impossible dream, led him to commit so many wrongs, and left him so consumed by guilt that he had taken his own life!

The vice captain did not hate Black for killing Floyd. He hated only the Succubus.

If not for her, his captain would still be alive!

Thud!

The vice captain dropped to both knees.

"Blood Demon Lord, please allow me to take my captain's body. I'll pay any price!"

He could not let his captain become food for stray dogs.

Blood Demon Bradwell glanced at him and gave a faint nod.

"Thank you, Blood Demon Lord! Thank you!"

The vice captain hurried forward and carefully lifted Floyd's body. He wiped the blood from Floyd's mouth