Dragon's Eyes

The entire inn was shaking. The Old Witch had a magical item remove one Left Eye from her socket and place it by the Fourth Floor window to look down.

Her expression immediately changed slightly, because the Knight Order's knights below hadn't chosen to enter the inn and fight. Instead, they had their warhorses gallop around the inn, slashing the load-bearing walls with 1.6-meter-long Knight Swords. (Note 1)

One icy Knight Sword after another scraped across the load-bearing walls, producing harsh screeches and showers of sparks. Amid terrifying cracking sounds, the entire building swayed as though it might collapse at any moment.

The inn was like it had been thrown into a blender, about to be ground to pieces by this knight formation.

The Old Witch's hand and eye peeked from the window while her head spoke beside Yveta. "Your Grace, they've chosen the battlefield best suited to them!"

"These people deliberately aren't entering the inn!"

"They don't want to fight me inside the inn."

"The Knight profession has always been the strongest profession on the battlefield."

"As long as I don't meet them on an open battlefield, I have a hundred, a thousand ways to make them die."

The Old Witch noticed something off about their numbers. "The Boar Knight Order has a total of six hundred men. Only twenty-something have come here, which means they haven't actually confirmed our location. The laws I cast still interfered with Great Boar Knight's extraordinary organ, the Pig Nose. These people are just scouts. They must have gotten too close to us and discovered our trail."

"But of all times, it had to be now!"

Yveta had naturally noticed what was happening downstairs as well.

What the hell. Misfortunes never come alone.

First, the Old Witch had turned against him. Then his Tree of Life Spiritual Energy had begun to distort. At this most critical moment, scouts from the Boar Knight Order had arrived too.

After writing Quetzalcoatl's name, Yveta felt even worse. His eyelids were burning hot now.

He couldn't tell whether his fever had gotten worse or whether it was because he had written Quetzalcoatl's name.

Yveta knew the key to breaking this deadlock still lay with the Old Witch.

The Old Witch wanted to borrow the Subspace Demon God's power to help her deal with the Boar Knight Order.

But in truth, he now had to borrow her power to deal with these intruders, while also making sure this scheming woman couldn't keep watching him.

Right. He couldn't let his Demon God Man persona slip in front of the Old Witch.

To him, this woman wasn't much safer than the Boar Knight Order.

Suppressing his pain, Yveta spoke calmly in the tone of a Big Boss from a movie in his previous life. "Hearthstone Witch, go down and deal with that trash."

"They're too noisy."

"Go destroy them."

Hearthstone Witch froze for a moment upon hearing that. Then deep wariness and fear welled up in her heart.

This guy.

No wonder he was a Demon God.

His true nature had finally been exposed.

After pretending to be a kind ordinary person for so long, he had finally impatiently revealed what he truly thought!

He wanted her to destroy the Boar Knight Order's scouts.

Yet it wasn't because those people might disrupt the Magic Awakening Ritual, nor because they were hunting them down.

It was simply because this Demon God found them noisy.

Hearthstone Great Witch suddenly "realized" that Yveta possessed an indifference that surpassed even her own cruelty.

That "indifference" came from a higher will completely unrestrained by human moral standards.

Destroy them...

It had nothing to do with anything those people had done.

It was only because this Demon God was in a bad mood and found them noisy.

Wait.

Hearthstone Witch suddenly remembered that she seemed to have offended Yveta badly just now. Would such a terrifying Demon God really spare her?

No.

This seemed to be her chance to make up for her mistake—perhaps even her only chance.

Hearthstone Witch narrowed her eyes. She suddenly realized that the current situation wasn't so bad.

The Boar Knight Order, which had been hunting her all this time, was dangerous. But wasn't the Demon God beside her an even greater danger?

Especially since she had just... been dancing on a blade's edge.

If those Fools from the Boar Knight Order hadn't suddenly barged in, she would have had to face a furious Demon God.

Since Yveta was ordering her to do something now, it meant he couldn't possibly kill her afterward.

She... had escaped a disaster.

Hearthstone Great Witch immediately put on a fawning expression and said excitedly, "Your Grace, I'll definitely stop these damned Fools for you, then feed their corpses to the Man-Eating Flowers! I won't leave even a single bone behind!"

"How dare these people disturb your ritual!"

"They've got the hearts of bears and the guts of leopards!"

"Honored Your Grace..."

Yveta shot her a glance. "I recall you weren't speaking like this just now."

"And now you've changed back?!"

"I... I..." Hearthstone Great Witch immediately felt a chill run down her back. She wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Because there was truly no way to explain it or smooth it over.

She had mistaken Yveta for someone other than a Demon God just now, and then she had really... become far too arrogant.

Yveta looked up at the Old Witch. The Old Witch suddenly froze, her eyes widening as she said, "Your Grace, your eyes... this..."

"Does the God's Name you wrote just now possess the nature of a dragon?"

At some point, Yveta's eyes had turned a vivid blood-red, like a pair of red bells, while his pupils had become golden vertical slits.

The image of the Old Witch's head was reflected within those golden slit pupils.

Yet they looked so brutal.

Yveta blinked. His eyes felt incredibly dry and sore now, as if he had developed dry eye.

He thought that if he could put a drop of eye drops in his eyes, he would feel much better.

He shook his head. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"What does this have to do with dragons?"

He bent down, preparing to write the final God's Name.

To see whether it could restore his Tree of Life Spiritual Energy to a balanced state.

The Old Witch glanced at the Tree of Life Spiritual Energy on the floor, which had already become incomprehensible to her due to borrowing excessively powerful strength.

She placed the Magic Awakening Potion on the wooden floorboards. "Your Grace, once you write the final God's Name, then drink this potion according to the special method of use, the ritual will be complete."

"During this process, the candles around you absolutely must not go out. At least one must remain burning."

"Otherwise, the environment will return to reality, and the ritual will fail."

"The ritual for drinking the potion is to circle it three times to the left and four times to the right, representing that you've taken a step."

Because the Boar Knight Order had damaged the load-bearing walls, the wooden floor of the Fourth Floor was now tilted at a noticeable angle.