Some time passed. At the bottom of the cliff on which the castle stood. There was a shadow crawling along the shoreline.
It was Tolbaran.
Even though its entire body was charred, this demon was still alive. He thought to himself that if he escaped into the sea just like this, he would be able to make a comeback. Almost there… almost there….
At this time, the sound of footsteps on the sand was loud and very close.
He looked up, and a young woman was looking down at him
Tolbaran breathed a sigh of relief. There was always a way to deal with it, as long as the visitor wasn’t a Percival. But what was the matter with a woman who saw a charred piece of flesh moving stupidly on the beach but did nothing about it?
Upon closer inspection, the woman held a short sword in each hand. The swords were black and red.
Many of warriors in the past had fought against Torbaran, and even he had lost count of the number of people who had died under it. So he could see that the sword in the woman’s hand was something like a dragon’s gear, but not a dragon’s gear.
Including the coloration, it looked like Percival’s hand axe.
That is, the fearsome weapon that had forced Tolbaran to this point . . . . . .
“The life of a demon is really tough.”
The woman muttered to herself.
Tolbaran felt fear as if it ran through his heart.
The woman knew he was a demon.
She should have known about the fierce battle that had just taken place and dared to come running to it like that. It was definitely not out of ignorance that this woman could look down on it so leisurely.
The woman casually waved the short sword in her right hand.
Black-red flames burst out, burning Torbaran’s entire body. This demon that had lived for a long time and sucked the blood of many people screamed, rolling and struggling on the ground.
The flames would not be extinguished even if they touched the seawater. In the end, Tolbaran’s flesh would no longer move.
He was completely annihilated.
This is where the demon was killed.