You'll Stay with Me, Right? (Continued)

Their current actions have been approved by His Highness, who naturally knows that the Demon King, whom they cannot resist at this moment, has no time to spare to deal with them.

Therefore, they shouldn't be one of the Demon King's people.

Could it be someone Warfarin herself knows? But in our investigation, Warfarin hasn't had much contact with people. She should know that she represents His Highness Theresis, and ordinary people can't stand against her... And her confidence must mean she knows that someone capable of challenging His Highness has appeared.

How many people in all of Kazdel can rival His Highness?

Besides the Demon King, there are only two left.

The Nachzehrer King and the Queen of Banshees.

They're here?!

Upon thinking of this, Patton's expression changed slightly.

He waved his hand, refraining from instructing his men to continue their forceful actions, and instead fixed his gaze on Warfarin in front of him.

A moment later, he let out a long breath.

"Dr. Warfarin ...you should understand the importance of this matter."

He spoke, trying his best to appear as civilized and reasonable as possible.

"Understand what? I don't understand."

While Warfarin may seem somewhat unreliable around people she knows well, she displays the cold, ruthless nature of Blood Demon in the presence of those who don't know her.

She gave a cold laugh, her scarlet eyes sweeping over everyone present.

The mercenaries Patton brought were also somewhat apprehensive.

They didn't know much about Warfarin, only that this Blood Demon was one of the few pure-blooded Blood Demon that survived after the Blood Demon Royal Court was annihilated.

His daily behavior is also full of strangeness and oddity.

This forced them to be on their guard.

"Kazdel is currently beset by internal and external troubles. Your Highness's actions are also for the sake of the Sarkaz. We hope you won't make things too difficult for us..."

Patton spoke slowly, his tone calm.

Warfarin, however, found it all rather amusing.

"When did you start speaking in such a formal, literary way?"

"This is because..."

"It's because you went to school, and someone taught you what written language and history are!"

Warfarin interrupted him sharply, her gaze unwavering.

"Who do you think arranged this learning opportunity for you? Who do you think chose to spend a fortune to train you guys who have given up on yourselves? Who do you think still cares about you?"

Warfarin's three consecutive "you thought" remarks stunned the mercenaries present.

They certainly know who did all of this.

But...

"It's Theresa! Your Demon King still cares about you!"

Warfarin's words were sharp, and her gaze was fixed directly on Patton.

That calm gaze sent a chill down Patton's spine. He almost instinctively turned his head away, but after a moment, he looked up again and gazed at Warfarin.

He seemed somewhat uneasy and awkward.

"Don't give me any nonsense. Everyone knows what's really going on... You say Kazdel is beset by internal and external troubles, but who caused the internal troubles?"

With a wave of her hand, Warfarin brought the long-suppressed topic to the forefront with her sharp words.

This made Patton open his mouth, but he couldn't utter a single syllable to refute it for a long time.

The uneducated people around them couldn't say anything yet, but the mercenaries beside them lowered their heads, not daring to look Warfarin in the eye.

They certainly understood what Warfarin meant.

Princess Theresa gave them so many opportunities, yet they chose to fight Theresis.

This is undoubtedly a betrayal!

"If you remember His Highness's kindness to you, leave now."

Seeing their silence, Warfarin didn't hold back and issued another expulsion order.

For a moment, these mercenaries were unsure whether they should continue their attack.

Their eyes all turned to Patton, who was leading the group.

Patton also took a deep breath.

He looked at Warfarin and slowly reached out his hand.

Are we retreating?

Warfarin watched this scene and felt a faint sense of relief.

But soon, she heard Patton's voice.

"Continue the operation!"

"... yes!"

The mercenaries seemed somewhat hesitant.

They looked at each other, speechless.

But seeing their boss's sharp gaze, they gritted their teeth and nodded decisively.

They weren't that smart or that capable, so at this point, all they had to do was listen to the leader.

Following Patton's words, they launched another operation, setting up a perimeter and aggressively searching every possible location for enemies.

His furious wrist swept across every earthenware jar and bottle around him, scattering various medicines and precious water onto the ground.

This made Warfarin's eyes widen.

How dare you?!

"It's all for Kazdel."

Patton looked at Warfarin with a serious expression.

He seemed to have shut down his emotions; the screams of the surrounding crowd did not move him at all. He just stared at Warfarin in front of him.

He has made his decision.

He did feel guilty towards Princess Theresa, but it was his own choice... As for what the consequences might be, he was prepared!

Everything, all for Kazdel!

"You!"

Warfarin became anxious.

She gritted her teeth, leaned forward slightly, and prepared to join the battle and fight back against these guys.

But even faster, a faint sigh escaped.

"Um?"

Patton was the first to react.

This doesn't mean he was the most perceptive, but simply that he was closest to that sigh.

A slender figure calmly emerged from behind him, casually waving his hand, sending the mercenaries who were still moving flying!

But the woman didn't seem to intend to harm these people.

She simply looked calmly at everyone present, then glanced at Patton.

With just one glance, Patton felt like his scalp was about to explode!

A chill ran through him almost instantly, spreading from his tailbone down his spine and slowly seeping out from every bone in his body!

Muscles become stiff, and the functioning of organs is slowed down.

His blood seemed to thicken, flowing slowly through his body.

He opened his mouth wide, as if to say something.

The longsword in his hand offered him absolutely no sense of security.

Even when facing His Highness Theresis, he had never felt so powerless... Who is this woman?!

Patton was terrified, his eyes darting around as he tried to make out who the newcomer was.

But when he actually saw what the other person looked like, he froze on the spot.

'Clang'

The greatsword fell to the ground.

Moments later, a powerful sense of fear and an explosive feeling spread rapidly throughout his body!

His heart was racing like a horse injected with stimulants, pounding in his chest. The intense force brought a terrible stinging pain with each beat, and his mind went completely blank!

It's her!

It's that woman!

She...

She's back?!

Patton stood there, completely stunned, trembling all over.

But Maria didn't say much; she simply waved her hand and knocked him unconscious.

The mercenaries nearby had varying expressions upon seeing this.

But Maria treated everyone with great gentleness, knocking them all unconscious.

The process didn't even take a few breaths.

Once everything was done, she casually piled the people up and tossed them by the door. Then she turned to Warfarin, who was smiling subtly, and shook her head slightly.

"Haven't seen you for a long time..."

"It really has been a long time."

Warfarin shook her head slightly, her words tinged with helplessness.

She glanced at the group of unconscious mercenaries beside her, then scratched her head again.

"You killed them all?"

"Um?"

"I thought you were going to kill them all."

Warfarin shrugged, making no attempt to hide her opinion of Maria.

Isn't that exactly what Maria is like? She just kills and kills whenever things don't go her way.

At least in Warfarin's memory, she had never seen Maria's actions fail to result in a death.

"You may have some misunderstandings about me."

Hearing Warfarin's explanation, Maria seemed somewhat helpless.

Does she look like the kind of person who enjoys killing?

She doesn't resort to violence all the time; most of the time, she has a rather mild personality.

Perhaps.

Warfarin waved her hand, and the medical staff who had finally managed to get there to help were also completely bewildered when they saw the scene.

But under Warfarin's direction, they quickly resumed the restoration work.

Meanwhile, Warfarin led Maria toward the nearby camp.

The rooms at the camp were not large, and looked similar to where Warfarin usually lived. There was very little room to rest, and most of the space was filled with books and notes.

He seems to have the style of a research fanatic.