Dear, It's Time to Take Your Medicine! Chapter 15

He wanted to control the Hero, to turn the Hero into his puppet and use him to fight those lofty gods.

Perhaps it would take many years, but that was fine. He was willing to wait.

Meanwhile, Rosweisse watched Augustus's departing back, her expression dark.

Rosweisse had heard every word of the conversation between Augustus and Angelica.

They wanted Angelica to become the next Saintess?

What a joke. Only she could be the Saintess. No one could take the position of Saintess from her. No one.

Rosweisse felt an unprecedented threat, and all of it had been caused by that damned Qin Chu.

A look of profound longing appeared on her face. Sure enough, only Lord Jello was a true Hero. Qin Chu was utterly unworthy.

After a long while, Rosweisse suddenly took a scroll from her bosom. Three days ago, this scroll had been given to her by a mysterious and powerful being.

Inscribed upon it was a strange spell that had never before appeared on the Skyvault Continent.

Resurrection Spell!

The blood of the successor could open the gates to resurrect the Hero.

As long as they gathered all of Lord Jello's soul fragments, they could use Qin Chu's blood and life as a sacrifice to resurrect Lord Jello.

Madness and reason warred in Rosweisse's eyes. She knew this was not something she could accomplish alone.

"Message!"

Rosweisse activated a message spell.

"Hello, Ekaterina. It's me. Come back immediately. I've found a spell that can resurrect Lord Jello."

She began contacting the distant members of the Hero's Party. She intended to summon them all to the Imperial City.

Orwell Empire, Imperial City, commoner district.

Qin Chu was still seated behind the counter, lightly tapping his fingers against the tabletop.

The aura of a monster was drawing closer and closer.

A diamond-shaped mark on the back of his hand flickered with a faint glow.

It was the mark the Phantom Demon had left on him. It could guide the monster assassins lurking in the Imperial City to come and kill the Hero.

Under the silver moonlight stretched a long, rigid shadow, like that of a puppet.

Its figure looked no different from a human's. It had a head, a torso, and limbs.

If one only saw it from behind, no one would think it was a monster. But the moment they saw its face, they would feel an indescribable distortion.

What kind of face was that? One half was rough-skinned and covered with a thick beard, while the other half was smooth and delicate. Two halves that utterly did not belong together had been fused onto its body.

One side glared furiously, while the other looked bashfully demure.

It was not merely its face. Its chest, arms, and legs were the same.

A distinct dividing line ran through the center of its entire body, as though the halves of a male and female corpse had been stitched together.

The Yin-Yang Demon, also known as... the Corpse Demon!

One crimson eye and one azure eye stared at the Hero's back.

It slowly pulled back its ugly lips, revealing a clownish grin.

The Hero's life was as good as its!

This honor belonged to the great Matras!

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When its male form took the lead, the Yin-Yang Demon possessed immense strength. When its female form dominated, it was swift as the wind.

The corners of both its mouths curved high upward. Inside its gaping mouth was a deep, dark cavity that squirmed as though it wanted to devour something.

A bitter chill swept into the bar.

Qin Chu seemed to feel a little cold. He rubbed his arm, where a fine layer of goosebumps had risen.

What a pitiful Hero. He had not even noticed the danger approaching.

The Yin-Yang Demon Matras sneered inwardly. This Hero was utterly ridiculous. Did he still not understand his situation? He had only just been summoned into this world, yet he dared shake off the Knights assigned to protect him and come drink alone?

It had never seen anyone so foolish.

Compared to the first-generation Hero, he was far, far inferior.

If not for the mark left on this man by the Phantom Demon, it would have doubted whether he was truly a Hero at all.

He had not even noticed its approach, nor had he noticed that the bar had grown cold and gloomy.

Assassinating the Hero seemed even easier than Matras had imagined, though a faint trace of doubt remained in its heart. For instance, why had the Hero come to Candice's bar?

With the Hero's status, if he wanted a drink, there were countless more upscale bars in the inner city.

And where had Candice gone?

Speaking of which, Candice really was worthy of being a mongrel. Filthy human blood flowed through her veins. It was precisely because her bloodline was impure that she had failed to notice the mark left by the Phantom Demon.

And such a mongrel still dreamed of earning the monsters' recognition?

What a joke. Being allowed to work for the monsters was already the greatest honor she could receive. The monsters would never acknowledge a mongrel with human blood in her veins as one of their own.

Witches were an exception. After all, witches were absurdly powerful. Even if they did not want to acknowledge them, they had no choice.

The doubt in its heart vanished in an instant. At this moment, Matras could think only of the honor of killing the Hero.

If it succeeded in assassinating the Hero, its standing before the King would rise greatly. It would surely receive generous rewards from the Undying Sovereign as well.

Perhaps its strength could even break through the shackles that had plagued it for years with this reward.

It had to act immediately. If it delayed, another monster might beat it to the prize. After all, it was far from the only monster assassin hidden within the Imperial City.

The world before Qin Chu suddenly dimmed.

It was as though a heavy haze had settled over everything.

Riding the night wind, Matras drifted soundlessly behind Qin Chu like a falling leaf. Even the clownish grin on its ugly face seemed to carry the stench of blood.

It raised its right hand, its fingers growing thicker and thicker. Stepping back with its left leg, it drew back its arm and hurled its fist at Qin Chu's back.

Though it had not used its full strength, it was absolutely certain that the fragile body of a Hero newly summoned into this world could not withstand its iron fist. Its punch could smash through steel and pulverize stone.

The Hero's back would be pierced in an instant, and its fingers could easily rip out his heart.

Bang!

The air burst apart in layers.

The bar counter before them instantly shattered, wooden splinters flying everywhere.

The bottles and glasses behind the counter cracked apart as well. Liquor of every color flowed across the floor, releasing a rich aroma of alcohol.

Matras's fist passed through the Hero's back just as it had wanted, but... there was not even a trace of excitement on its face. The feeling was wrong. There had been no sensation of piercing a human body.

Then the Hero's body shattered like a mirror, fragment after fragment vanishing into the air.

With a swish, Matras suddenly turned around. In a corner several meters away, the Hero's body gradually took shape and reappeared before it.

An illusion!

Damn it, when had this Hero learned magic?

He should not have had the time, should he?

A vague sense of foreboding rose in Matras's heart. This might not go as smoothly as it had imagined, but the honor of assassinating the Hero was something Matras could not give up.

Its face began changing rapidly. The female half of its face stretched and extended, gradually spreading over the other side until its entire face became that of a woman.

It was about to rush Qin Chu, but just as its right foot stomped the ground and its body rose slightly—

A slender palm suddenly landed on Matras's shoulder.

Smack!

Boom!

Its body, which had only just leaped up, was slapped straight into the ground.

The floor instantly caved in, forming a massive crater. The stone slabs cracked, and Matras's back suffered a violent impact. It spat out a mouthful of blood with a cry.

Candice appeared behind Matras, one foot clad in a black high heel pressing down on its face.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, a section of fair, supple calf gleamed like fine jade.

Her slender-looking body seemed to contain inexhaustible strength. No matter how desperately Matras struggled, it could not break free from beneath Candice's foot.

"Saya, are you sure this woman has the makings of a witch and not something like a Valkyrie?" Candice's display made Qin Chu unable to resist complaining inwardly.

A witch's potential?

He had not seen this woman use any magic at all. Instead, she had slapped Matras into the ground.

"Mm, she can cultivate both magic and martial arts."

Matras's eyes widened as its body writhed across the floor like a maggot.

Under the light, it finally saw clearly. It was that bitch Candice?

"Candice, you bitch, you dare attack me? You betrayed the Sovereign..." Matras roared and bellowed.

Its eyes were blood-red and filled with fury.

Just as expected of a mongrel. She could not be trusted.

Matras's voice disgusted Candice. She lightly twisted her shoe, driving the heel directly into Matras's mouth.

Matras's howls instantly became muffled whimpers.

"Lord Horus, I shall leave it to you..." Candice said respectfully to Qin Chu.

Qin Chu walked over to Matras. He had no interest in figuring out what Matras was saying. To Qin Chu, Matras was merely an experience pack of perhaps even lower quality than the Phantom Demon. This creature's level was a little lower than that of the Phantom Demon disguised as Count Donald.

Still, it was quite nourishing.

Under Matras's hate-filled, furious gaze, Qin Chu crouched down and placed one hand directly on Matras's forehead.

Devourer.

Candice's expression changed slightly. She felt a fear that came from the depths of her soul. Even though Lord Horus's palm had not touched her skin, the magic and Battle Qi within her churned violently like boiling water, as though they were about to leave her body and vanish.

What horrified Candice even more was that the Yin-Yang Demon Matras, which had possessed a full and feminine figure, was rapidly shriveling at a rate visible to the naked eye. In only a short time, its entire body had become little more than skin stretched over bones.

The outlines of its bones were especially distinct, and its screams gradually turned into pained, despairing groans.

Lord Horus, was this... drawing away Matras's power and life?

But that was not all.

That energy, which Candice could not comprehend at all, ignored the high heel on her foot and seeped through the sole. The boiling magic and Battle Qi within Candice suddenly seemed to find an outlet and began pouring out wildly.

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A terrifying force of attraction was frantically draining the magic within her. Her strength vanished at an astonishing speed, and Candice's face went pale with fright.

She looked at Qin Chu in terror. She knew that all of this had been caused by the great Lord Horus.

"Lord Horus..." Candice cried out in panic.

She did not even dare pull away. Could she truly break free by force before the great Lord Horus? She was even more afraid that trying to struggle free would anger him.

Because of the assumptions she had made deep down, Candice believed that Horus was an existence far stronger than herself, one who could kill her without any effort.

All she could do was plead in despair, hoping that Lord Horus would spare her.