So This Is Leithanien's Ultimate Secret!!

The only reason she had survived was because that tyrant had disdained to take her life.

Every scene from that day remained her nightmare even now.

Every day and night since then, she had sworn that even if she died, she would never again fall into such a laughable predicament.

But now—

She watched in agony as the auras of those around her weakened.

The warriors loyal to her—or rather, loyal to this nation—had all stopped breathing.

The not-so-loyal Nobles behind her were also dying one after another.

"I had intended to destroy Leithanien from within under the guise of a noble, but it seems there was a slight accident. Still, it won't affect the ending."

After delivering that annihilating blow, the man's appearance began to change.

He was no longer that gloomy, handsome figure, but a demon king whose hair resembled raw iron.

It was him!! Damn it!

Beneath Count of Utica's skin, it was still him!!!

That evil ghost who had left endless shadows in her heart!!

Her body trembled, though she did not know whether it was from fear or extreme hatred.

Yet that shift in emotion had nothing to do with the demon king.

"Since we parted in Lungmen, you're still just as foolish."

"You always try to use schemes, courage, life, and effort to make up for the gap in strength."

"Is that based on the principle of equivalent exchange?"

He casually delivered his verdict, his face bearing that trademark sneer.

"But why do you think offering up one monarch, a nation's elite, a city's people, or even an empire would be enough to bridge the gap between us?"

He sneered at Leithanien's sacrifices, treating them like the antics of clowns.

There was not the slightest difference from what had happened in Lungmen.

What arrogance.