The eerie laughter continued until the throat was hoarse, and finally stopped when the strength was completely gone.
"You demon hunters are truly strange, aren't you?"
The Plague Doctor marveled, picking up a robe nearby and draping it over Lawrence.
"As per your request, the body cultivated using the Holy Grail Flesh, to ensure stability, only a tiny part consists of the Grail's flesh, but the price is that you're not as strong as you once were."
"None of that matters. Strength and such, I can reclaim as long as I'm still alive."
Lawrence's voice was hoarse; it seemed he had not yet adapted to this new body.
Although the body was reborn, that terrifying combat experience was long engraved in his will. After briefly losing control, Lawrence could already stand firmly on the ground.
"No, it's not considered a failure. I've finally figured out who that demon hunter is, and this faked death successfully deceived the Purification Mechanism."
