The pale hand released the Demoness of Purple and withdrew into the mirror.
Krismona hurried forward in a flash and asked anxiously, "Mom, are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I'm not as weak as you imagine."
Despite those words, Lilith's voice had clearly grown much softer, as though even speaking took considerable effort.
"Don't just stand there. Get what we came for."
"All right!"
Krismona's fingers moved swiftly and lightly toward the Demoness of Purple's corpse, as though playing a piano, cutting her into fragments with invisible threads. Amid those fragments was a black lump of flesh the size of a fingernail, still slowly writhing-
It was the flesh bestowed by Primordial Demoness Cheek.
Lilith let out a leisurely sigh. "Ah, what a shame. If Cheek hadn't brought in an Outer Deity's corruption and gotten so frightened that she severed her own connection to this flesh, I could have had a long-distance conversation with her right now."
"She's working with an Outer Deity. Isn't she worried about the Seven Deities?"
"Of course not, because Cheek's ambition... goes beyond your imagination." A hint of laughter colored Lilith's voice. "She... wants to become the Oldest One."
"!!!"
"It's all right, Young Krismona. As long as I'm alive, her ambition will never come to fruition. If I'm unlucky enough to die... heehee, who cares if the whole world goes to hell afterward?"
"Cheek will be the one to die!"
Krismona murmured those words, bent forward slightly, and gently swept a finger across the lump of flesh. A gash immediately opened, blood gushing out. With another wave of her hand, she collected the blackish-red blood in a special test tube.
Only after doing all this did she burn the scraps of flesh strewn across the floor, including Cheek's flesh, to ashes with a burst