Demon Capital, a temporary residence.
"I purified all the deathly aura there for her. Although that alone can hardly undo the wounds that town has suffered over the past hundred years, I believe things should get better in the future."
Lady Blood Cloak sat in a chair in her red dress, holding her daughter, who was still fast asleep with her eyes closed. Sunlight fell across the side of her face, giving no hint that she was a terrifying Death Omen Rank evil spirit.
She opened her eyes.
And this was the only way she could make amends as a mother.
Although Lynn knew that all these sins originated with the Flesh God Cult, Lady Blood Cloak was undoubtedly doing her best to heal the wounds of the past as well. She wanted everything to get better.
Her eyes were clear.
And that proved she was gradually emerging from the shadows of her past.
Wasn't that the best possible outcome?
In any case, this matter had finally come to a close.
"So, aren't you going to talk about what happened to you?"
Lady Blood Cloak turned her gaze toward him, looking his entirely mechanical body up and down as she said:
"I know you're a pervert, but this is the first time I've seen you turn yourself into a lump of iron. And what happened to my daughter? How did you restore her? How did you return her to human form when she'd already become a curse?"
She truly had far too many questions.
The last time she had seen him in Wandering Soul Alley, he had already shown signs of mutation-a tentacle monster-but wasn't this mutation a little too thorough?
More importantly.
They really had only been apart for a little over six months, yet the speed at which