Despair.
Never again will I meet Sylphy; never again will I meet Roxy.
Instead I will train under that idiot Demon Lord for the rest of my life.
My strength left me.
The pain in my heart has robbed me of my strength.
At that moment.
A voice of shock can be heard.
"How...?"
That voice isn't mine.
Isn't Elinalise.
Isn't Zanoba.
And of course isn't Moore.
It's Atofe.
Looking at Cliff, she said.
"Ah! Atofe-sama..."
The black clad soldier pushes Cliff aside, staggering down the slope.
Somehow, he looks off.
"Over there, in front of the magic circle, Pur..."
In the next moment.
The black clad soldier was split in two.
Right down the middle, in exact halves.
Then, behind that cut body.
The outlines of a person.
Glowing white hair.
Golden Sanpaku eyes.
White cloth splattered with blood.
"Immortal Demon Lord Atoferatofe."
Speaking in fluent Demon God language, he walks out.
"You might not think it's important... but Rikarisu might disappear in a magic teleportation circle, that possibility exists, so please think for a moment."
Behind him, one by one others appear.
Arumanfi of the Bright, Sylvaril of the Void.
And others I don't recognize.
Six in total.
"Your soldiers' blood has dirtied my castle."
I see.
Atofe arrived here before us.
She already found the entry way to the magic teleportation circle.
She ordered soldiers to investigate.
When they found the magic teleportation circle, they obviously went in.
Thus, he appears.
The Sky Castle was invaded by the Magic Race.
"Perugius---!"
Atofe shouts.
Perugius Dola.
The Armored Dragon King is here.