The light got sucked back into the golden grimoire, and Della slowly approached the dazed Devon.
"I told you before—if you give me the name of a spy, I'll let you live. Otherwise, I will kill you without hesitation."
She said.
"Hah… haha… haha…"
Devon raised his head to look at her and grinned with bloody teeth.
"I'm not telling you shit… Bitch… Ptui!"
He tried spitting the blood at her, but a golden shield surrounded Della, and the blood splattered harmlessly against it.
"Tch…"
Devon gritted his teeth.
"I'll give you one more chance."
Della said.
"Haha… Even if you are speaking the truth, and you'll let me live… I still wouldn't say… I can die and lose everything, but when Grinding Grief wins the war, I'll get all of it back and more…
"If I die and Grinding Grief also loses… I truly lose everything… So, bitch, I will not help you in a million fucking years.
"Grinding Griefs on top!"
Devon laughed loudly and maniacally.
"…Okay."
