"What did a mere half-baked failure intend to do before a pure Demon God?"
Othinus spoke somewhat roughly, her words almost a curse.
"You know perfectly well. What else could I do besides obstruct everything you want to accomplish?"
The gloomy blond young man spoke in a low voice, without the slightest courtesy.
"After all, I'm just a half-baked failure who can neither defeat you nor kill you. Isn't that right, Demon God troubled by her own perfection?"
Ollerus wore a sarcastic smile and looked utterly sincere.
That enthusiasm, as though he had already found his purpose in life, even diluted the lifeless disappointment hanging over him.
"..."
Othinus fell silent for a moment.
Then, without any warning, deafening explosions rang out between them once more.
The intervals between the explosions were so short that they sounded like a single blast, with hardly anything visible to the naked eye.
But anyone present could feel that terror from the depths of their heart and that indescribable pressure.
Although his role was that of an old ruler who ought to be defeated by the rightful Demon God, that fall in status could not change Ollerus's power to confront a Demon God head-on.
His evenly matched performance in the explosions just now was the best proof.
The one-eyed girl narrowed her eye, extending slender, pale fingers to gently lower the brim of her witch's hat.
On this battlefield where no victor could be discerned, Ollerus had already gained the advantage.
The minor setback did not disturb Othinus's mind. She calmly and rationally analyzed the situation.
Thor was the only member of Gremlin who could qualify as a high-end combatant. With him having defected and her, their mainstay, unable to spare a hand, they would most likely be wiped out.
At that thought, Othinus