"Since we've struck a deal and I've agreed to your terms, I'll be frank about something else."
Olivia seemed reasonably satisfied with Greg's reaction. She settled back into her high-backed chair, resuming her earlier languid posture, though her gaze grew a little more serious.
"I went to inspect the scene in the Underground Catacombs. The others might not know, but I know perfectly well."
She leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on Greg.
"That fatal wound in the Death Knight's chest... you weren't the one who inflicted it, were you?"
She paused, her tone certain.
"You didn't kill the Death Knight on your own. Besides you, there must have been someone else there-or rather, some other being. They were the one who dealt the fatal blow."
Olivia's gaze was piercing. "Tell me. Who was it?"
Greg held her gaze for a few seconds.
Since she had personally seen him use Dark Attribute Magic, Greg had no intention of hiding the truth now that she had asked.
"A member of the Demon King Cult's leadership. A High Undead, but I don't know her name."
Greg answered calmly, "She was the one who awakened the Death Knight and tried to control him. We fought."
"Oh? And then?"
Olivia pressed him. "Where did she go? Why did no one see any trace of her?"
Greg fell silent for a moment, then put it as simply and directly as he could.
"I killed her. As for why no one saw her, and why there were no remains..."
He raised his hand. A wisp of unfathomably deep dark magic silently appeared at his fingertip, flowing slowly like living ink.
"It's because I... ate her."
After returning to the Dungeon, Greg had asked Nightmare why the Death Knight had suddenly submitted upon seeing the [Dark Erosion