There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

Olive, who had always been indifferent and lazy, had become extremely crazy at this moment.

This abnormal appearance is obviously charmed by spiritual magic!

Brought here as a captive!

"You can't touch Olive! Otherwise, the devil will try his best to kill your relatives and friends!!"

Irenos yelled hastily.

Olive had to go back.

Tell the devil the truth, and let Purcell, the damned traitor, be punished! !

however.

After hearing this.

Purcell actually laughed. He saluted Olive gracefully, and then asked:

"Miss Purgatory, I think Irenos may have misunderstood something. Please tell him, who is your master?"

Olive nodded.

Then in the horrified eyes of Irenos.

Olive slowly turned her head to look at Durkan.

He called out softly, "Wow~"

It seems to be a conditioned reflex instinct, surpassing the thinking of the brain.

Olive's clear voice like a silver bell echoed over the snowy wilderness.

"?"

Whether it was a human or a demon present, they all froze and looked at Durkan in unison.

A gust of wind and frost blew past, causing the flames on the stove to flicker for a moment.

"..."

Even Durkan's expression froze.

If it wasn't for him wearing sunglasses.

The momentum that has been maintained for so long may have collapsed at that moment just now.

He fought the urge to kill Purcell.

compared to anger.

Durkan already had goosebumps all over his body.

It turns out...is the winter in the Holy Kingdom so cold?

This chilly feeling couldn't fade away from Durkan's body for a long time.

He put his hands behind his back, his left hand trying to grab the trembling right wrist.

Until today.

Durkan has been disgusted by Olive and Isabel combined for the third time.

And this time, he really couldn't bear it!

Durkan tried his best not to make his expression too stiff, and maintained a superficial calmness, saying:

"P.S.E.... Please send Miss Olive back to the Demon Realm, and then convey to the Demon King Mr. Lun's willingness to sign a peace treaty. And I, Dlois, will be a witness of peace. As long as the Demon King sincerely makes a treaty, I will not take the initiative to do anything that endangers the Demon Realm."

"...Good sir."

Purcell responded like a servant.

He didn't understand why, Lord Delois seemed to be gnashing his teeth just now, and even seemed to have a bit of killing intent...

So far, witnessed the beginning of all this peace.

"puff!!!"

Irenos finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

He collapsed to the ground as if he had completely lost his strength.

It turned out that the clown was the only one.

The others are really crew members.

They teased him the whole time and gave him the best arrangement.

"No! I don't want to leave!"

Hearing Durkan's words, Olive took a step forward in a panic and wanted to rush forward to jump on Durkan.

"Len!"

De Kangao said.

Lun, who didn't intend to do anything at first, raised his finger lightly, and suddenly several light prisms appeared beside Olive, and then connected with each other to form a holy coffin to seal Olive inside.

"Len, please make sure no demons approach me at any time in the future, except for my sister."

Durkan said with lingering fear.

He felt that if he hadn't spoken, Lun really didn't seem to have planned to help him just now!

It's more or less a personal grievance!

"Ah."

Len replied absently.

And he thought Delois's words were a little funny.

Aren't you fucking a demon?

How to act like a person who needs protection...

"Delois, let me out! I like this restraint! But I want to touch you more!"

Durkan tried his best to calm his blood pressure, not paying attention to Olive's existence, even though Olive had been sealed away.

Then he pointed to Irenos under his feet, and conveyed to Purcell:

"As for this war criminal, his crimes will be handed over to the Klan Commander for trial. We will not kill him, and will release him after serving his sentence. As for how to report to the Demon King, you can figure it out yourself, otherwise you are not worthy of the position of successor commander of the First Army."

"Okay, Lord Delois of Love."

Purcell replied with a smile.

Then Durkan ordered Purcell to take the sealed Olive back immediately, immediately, now.

Amidst Olive's hysterical cries, Purcell took her back to the Demon Realm.

Durkan pinched his eyebrows.

If he could, he would never want to see Olive again.

Even after returning to the present world, when Durkan figured out the secret of Isabel's life experience, he gave her an order——

Unless there is dirty work, never appear in front of your own eyes again.

……

"Then in the end, we're the only ones left."

After sending off the great god Olive, Durkan finally seemed to have found happiness, looked at Irenos,

"How does it feel to be a ghost?"

"You, what are you going to do?"

Irenos prostrated himself on the ground, tried his best to prop up his head and looked at Durkan.

Under the stimulation of this chill, his brain became extraordinarily clear.

He even remembered a series of rumors about this demon——

It is said.

The demon Delois has never been interested in the demons who do not do much evil.

But on the contrary, as long as they are evil enough demons, Delois will lurk around them as if he can smell their scent, and trap them without knowing it.

Next, what awaits them will be the torture that matches their crimes, and they cannot survive or die.

"Irenos. Do you agree that you are a demon with the blood of millions of lives on your hands?"

Durkan's tone was calm and tinged with a sense of danger.

It's like the dean caught a student who violated the school rules in the corridor.

Irenos trembled with fear.

The whole body seemed to be frozen, and the blood seemed to stop flowing.

Because for a while, he couldn't even imagine what would happen to him after he fell into the hands of Delois!

Peeling cramps?Is it too late?

Obviously not possible!

Delois has never been so kind! !

"I, I didn't kill that many!"

Irenos' tremolo was extremely hoarse.

He didn't expect such a day to come.

He has always been proud of the art of killing, but he dared not even admit it himself.

Compared to humiliation, Irenos had nothing left in his heart except the fear of the next second and the future.

"Ah."

Durkan nodded.

"Then, do you feel sincere remorse for your past crimes and your attempt to massacre the army and civilians in the entire Klan Territory?"