Although Lansendel wanted to ponder more about Teraxil's God of Time and Space, Shaer, who had already paid, had no intentions of giving him time.
With a slight movement of her fingers, several long shadow tentacles lashed out in the air, flinging the massive peacock towards the Dimensional Gate surrounded by the Demon Army.
The golden peacock barely uttered a cry before countless black-gray rays, accompanied by countless blades and spears, charged at him.
Shaer let out a cold laugh.
Did Lansendel really think she was behaving too much like a good person lately?
To dare play such a game with her!
Even that little Hill she appreciated so much wouldn't dare talk to her like this!
Although... a trace of confusion appeared on the indifferent face of the Lady of the Night... she didn't even know if she would still want to kill him if it had been Hill instead.
Shaer's icy heart wouldn't thaw just because a William suddenly moved in.
