Seele made her entrance.
The moment she appeared, even the air seemed to grow much lighter. Deep purple motes floated through the air, and purple-black butterflies drifted endlessly around her, adding greatly to her air of mystery.
No matter how one looked at it, she did not resemble a hero, did she?
That fearlessness, recklessness, and innate sunshine and vitality could not be found on Seele at all. All she possessed was an ethereal, mysterious air.
She made her move.
Her scythe cleaved through the void.
Her movements were highly exaggerated, and she did not seem strong enough. Whenever she swung that scythe, it always looked as though the scythe were dragging her along. It made people worry that it would fly from her hands at any moment and smash into the spectators nearby.
Fortunately, none of that happened. That was simply how Seele's movements had been choreographed.
"Demon King!"
"Miss Hero, if you want to defeat me, stop running away so pathetically. And don't come seeking others' protection with that fake sincerity, lest you drag them down with you."
Delta smiled frivolously, fully embodying the aura of a Demon King.
"Look at them. Remember their faces well. They all died because of you!"
Those lines were villainous enough, right?
After saying that, Delta was even a little impressed by her own impromptu acting. She tangled with the silent Seele in battle, while Rita watched from afar. Once the two began fighting, the greatsword and scythe flashed with sharp light, preventing anyone from getting close. They could only stand there and watch.
The battle did not end in an instant.
Instead, it grew more perilous with every exchange, and Seele became more tenacious with every strike. She was like a blade of grass—utterly fragile, yet incomparably resilient, refusing to fall