Words on the Stone Tablet

"I've already told you everything. Can you let me go now?"

By the end of the third hour after Fran began interrogating it, the demon had been forced to spill everything it knew.

And because Fran wanted to learn more, she had proactively extended the duration once.

There was still about an hour before the demon could return to the Abyss, and Fran had no intention of wasting that time.

"Repeat your understanding of the Abyssal Script one more time. If I find anything different, you'd better give me a satisfactory explanation..."

The demon could only repeat itself once more under Fran's intimidation, its tone more miserable than a wail.

Even if a First Order mage came over, their memory reinforced by mental power, they might not be able to completely recite such a long, embellished string of words.

So Fran made the demon repeat itself for insurance. This kind of demon had much worse memory and reasoning ability than a First Order mage. Its rank's power simply wasn't reflected in those areas.

"There's no major difference." Fran rubbed her chin, feeling that this matter was probably settled.

"Then can I leave?"

Even though it had returned to the Abyss seven hours ago, it was accustomed to staying on the continent for more than a dozen hours each time it came here, spending the entire time immersed in the void.

But the little over three hours it had just endured felt like more than three years.

Never before had it missed its homeland, the Abyss, so much. Never before had it feared the humans on the continent so deeply.

At this moment, even if a Legendary stood before it, the fear they inspired might not be as great as Fran's.

A Legendary might not necessarily be able to bind it