Seele's eyes had turned crimson.
Not the deep blue of a silent ocean, but a crazed dark red. Even her hair had completely changed color, and her entire presence was utterly different from before.
"Come... play with Seele."
Her voice seemed to rise from the darkest abyss, and even her breath carried a dense darkness.
In almost an instant, she drew everyone's attention.
"Seele?"
Someone asked in terror.
"Seele?" She continued hiding her face within the profound darkness, exposing only the part below her nose to heighten the sense of mystery.
"That cowardly, useless trash who couldn't accomplish anything?"
That title was truly chilling.
Soon, a bloody storm would descend upon them. Seele casually tossed aside her scythe and twisted her neck in an extremely unnatural manner. She looked less like a Hero and more like a berserker.
The red Seele truly was a berserker, one who did not much care about consequences.
"Ah... it's over."
Delta had finished playing the Demon King and cooperatively took on the role of commentator. "Maybe something they said triggered her self-defense mechanism and catalyzed Seele's second personality. We should run while we can."
"Why do you call her Seele too?"
Her easygoing attitude was met with confusion, and Delta just as casually gave an answer.
"Being the Demon King was a job, but didn't I lose?"
"Huh?"
That answer was truly jaw-dropping.
There were not many Demon Kings these days who would honor a bet and accept defeat.
For a moment, the people of Landon Monastery could not accept it. In the blink of an eye, their identities had undergone a complete reversal. The "badly injured little girl" they had been protecting had become the final boss, turning all their efforts into a joke.
Delta vanished in an instant.
She had run away,