The Court of the Corpse Eaters

Theresis nodded slightly, expressing her goodwill towards Maria.

He had already seen the chaotic crowd when he arrived.

He did panic for a moment when he saw Theresa being pushed around in the crowd.

But after Maria appeared, he did feel relieved.

Regardless of what happened, this mysterious woman protected her sister, and he should express his gratitude.

"Um."

Maria didn't express anything strongly; she simply looked at the other person and gradually recalled information about them in her mind.

Theresis, Theresa's older brother, was once the Demon King's guard. He is a very young but extremely powerful swordsmanship apprentice, but his skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and it is currently unknown what his upper limit is.

He was also one of the soldiers who survived the battlefield, and his formidable personal combat skills have been widely recognized.

However, regarding his command abilities, it has only been stated that he has some exceptional skills in leading troops; other aspects are currently unknown.

Theresis showed no intention of continuing the conversation, and Maria fell silent at that moment.

The two sides gradually fell into silence.

Theresa played a very good role as a lubricant at this time.

She smiled, then turned to look at Theresis.

"Brother... take a look at this."

As the girl spoke, she gently pulled out the beautiful piece of cloth from beside her.

After glancing at her a few times, Theresis paused for a moment before looking at the girl with some hesitation.

"You set off... just to find this?"

"Yes."

Theresa didn't see anything wrong with it, her face full of smiles.

Theresis looked at his happy sister with a slightly complicated expression. He hesitated for a few moments before carefully reaching out and gently stroking the fabric.

For a moment, he felt that time was passing rather quickly.

"With this piece of cloth, I can help you repair your clothes..."

Theresa spoke gently.

Theresis shook her head.

"If it's just a chapter like that, you can find any other one... There's no need to risk leaving the camp alone; it's too dangerous."

Although Theresis also felt a deep connection to the piece of cloth that symbolized their past, he was clearly more concerned with the present than with the past.

Kazdel is now in turmoil, with chaos erupting everywhere. Although Theresa herself possesses some martial prowess, it is clearly insufficient to handle all situations.

He preferred to keep it protected in the camp...

It wasn't just his responsibility as an older brother... but also his duty as a protector.

"It's alright, brother."

Theresa chuckled and shook her head.

She didn't say much, but simply turned her head and looked at Maria beside her.

"This is a lady I just met... she's a very unique person."

When Theresa spoke, her words were full of admiration for Maria.

After a moment of stunned silence, Theresis looked at Maria again.

She was a very beautiful woman, but as a master swordsman, Theresis could sense much more.

Maria could feel an invisible pressure emanating from the other person even just by standing there...

This woman... is terrifyingly strong!

Theresis narrowed her eyes slightly, but then relaxed them again after a moment.

"Hello."

He greeted Maria once again.

"If you don't mind, perhaps we can talk somewhere else?"

Such a powerful person, especially during such a special time, he found it hard to believe that the other party had suddenly appeared.

He wanted to have a proper conversation with the other person.

And Maria did not refuse.

After Theresis tidied up the scene a bit, everyone packed up and prepared to leave.

But at that moment, a gasp of surprise suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Several people looked in the direction of the sound.

At the edge of the horizon, a richly dressed, elegant young man strolled over, surrounded by the group of nobles who had just been driven back.

His white attire, somewhere between formal wear and military uniform, accentuated his noble bearing, and every movement he made exuded a powerful aura.

Upon seeing these people arrive, everyone realized that things might be in trouble.

Before long, the other party arrived in front of them.

He looked at everyone present with almost contempt, his scarlet eyes revealing nothing but arrogance.

Theresa and Theresis, who were standing nearby, were the first to bow to him.

"The Blood Demon Grand Duke..."

Following their actions, the others around them quickly bowed in respect.

His trembling posture was filled with fear.

The nobles found this scene incredibly pleasing.

They were like lapdogs who had found their master, exuding arrogance and excitement.

But soon, Maria, the only one in the crowd who did not bow, came into their view.

Several nobles immediately rebuked them.

"Aren't you going to bow?"

Their voices drew everyone's attention.

They all turned their gaze to Maria, who was standing to the side.

Maria then made eye contact with the arrogant man in white.

Almost instantly, Maria sensed the other person's identity.

As a member of Cainhurst.

She was almost acutely sensitive to the taste of blood.

She could smell the nauseating stench of decay and blood emanating from the other person without any effort.

That unique arrogance and disdain made her notice the other person's identity.

Blood Demon.

The other party also noticed Maria's unusual behavior.

But clearly, the other party did not notice anything specifically different about Maria.

He only slightly averted his gaze after noticing Maria's clothes, and then reached out his hand.

Crimson gradually coalesced in his hand...

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Chapter 273 The Carrion Court

Dukale, a young Sarkaz nobleman who appears elegant and refined.

But in reality, he was an absolutely brutal person.

He despised almost all other races within the Sarkaz... and even towards the Blood Demon themselves, he was filled with arrogance.

This arrogance is not innate, but rather gradually emerges with age and a more stable mindset.

He loathed the current pathetic and ridiculous state of Sarkaz.

They also despise the indecisive attitude of the demon kings.

He craved war, wanting to wash away the shame of the Sarkaz's countless generations of wandering with the blood of war.

His desire for war far surpasses that of others.

That's why he's not popular... Dukale himself knows this, but he doesn't care.

Once upon a time, his brother, the Blood Prince, was also a demon lord of the Sarkaz, but because of his lukewarm approach, he was regarded as cowardly by Dukale.

When he realized that the other party was diminishing his power and preventing him from ascending to the position of Blood Demon Lord, he even killed the other party with his own hands!

His cruel nature is evident.

Even within the insane Sarkaz, he was an extremist.

His unique Originium Arts related to blood, in particular, have made countless people wary of him.

Nobody wants to get involved with a guy like that.

Just as he is doing now.

Just when everyone thought Dukale would attack Maria for not bowing to him, the nobles beside her who had just been scolding Maria suddenly showed expressions of fear.

They sensed something and turned to try and struggle against Dukale.

But in an instant, the blood was forcibly stripped from their bodies.

Each one instantly resembled a dried-up corpse, yet their weak hearts still managed to beat.

It brought them boundless suffering in the final moments of their lives.

Their eyes widened, and they wailed.

In front of Dukale, a large mass of blood gradually coalesced into a sphere.

He didn't say anything, he just clenched his fist slightly.

As the blood fell to the ground, it instantly sprouted twisted tentacles.

It looked extremely strange.

After doing all this, Dukale remained as arrogant and composed as ever.

He turned his head and looked at Maria.

"You're not Banshees, are you?"

"..."

Maria did not respond, but simply gazed calmly at the true Blood Demon before her.

This was one of the few times she officially saw the Blood Demon.

Although she had encountered Warfarin, who was also Blood Demon, before.

But clearly, that somewhat eccentric and crazy woman wasn't actually repulsive... she was just a bit too unconventional, but her values were still normal.

But the Dukale before us...

He is an absolute madman and a villain.

"Don't you want to talk about it?"

Dukale wasn't angry that Maria didn't reply.

He arrogantly swept past the ordinary people who bowed to him and walked step by step toward Maria.

A hint of interest flickered in his calm eyes.

"I heard some time ago that the ruler of the Banshee Court has changed positions."