LeBlanc, oh LeBlanc. After scheming against others for hundreds, thousands of years, did you ever think there would come a day when you'd be schemed against too?
You won't be getting away this time...
That feeling of being threatened, being humiliated...
I'll make you taste it...
P.S.:
I said a couple of days ago that I'd add an extra update, but it got delayed for all kinds of reasons... There will definitely be an extra update today! I might not have time to write it until midnight, but there absolutely will be one!
Also... because the chapters are all longer ones, it looks like Coke only updates one chapter a day, which seems like very little, but the word count is actually always over four or five thousand. With the occasional extra update, the weekly word count can basically stay around 50k.
Lastly, shamelessly begging for everyone's free monthly blades~~~ Pretty please~~~ orz
LeBlanc's Sincerity Was Also Great
It had already been a full two days.
During these two days in the underworld, LeBlanc had faced the surging tide of wraiths alone—they were greedy, they were frenzied, they knew neither fatigue nor pain, and they only wanted to turn every living person into an existence just like them.
This thankless work left her exhausted in both body and mind.
She was no longer as calm and elegant as she had once been, and a few more traces of weariness had been added to her already pale face. Her exquisite features were gone; all that remained was dishevelment.
Her magic was also close to drained because it could not be replenished in time, and the attacks of her black magic were visibly growing weaker.
The wraiths she could originally kill in one strike now sometimes required two, or even three spells