Mohe looked proudly at the floating Artificial Sun: "This is a work I'm extremely satisfied with. From this perspective, the Saintess indeed brings good fortune! Even if I were to try again, I'm not sure if I'd create something this satisfying."

What she said was true.

As an Alchemist, Adeline could recognize just how extraordinary that Artificial Sun was as an Alchemy Creature.

Under the constraint of the Gargoyle and Artificial Sun, indeed, they could restrain the fluctuations of power. Of course, if it were considered a prison, and the two were to risk their lives to escape, such things couldn't bind them. However, if it's merely to limit the aftermath of a battle, then it's more than sufficient.

Lisidorwei looked at the arena composed of Gargoyles, and she couldn't help but glance at Mohe: "Clearly, these things were made not for this purpose, right?"

"Does it matter~ Repurposing waste is a beautiful human quality; they're always able to find unique ways to utilize discarded items. I've been learning this recently. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given you the Horn."

Learning.

It feels like the Demon King is always learning, as if there are many things in the world she doesn't know... But if you explore the aspects she "knows," you'd realize how much knowledge this Demon King holds. Besides God, there probably isn't anyone more knowledgeable than her.

To be honest, to show the battle to Demon King, Adeline was somewhat unwilling, but Gedora was also watching.

Yet, she felt a surge of power within her body.

She wanted him to know her growth.

Since arriving here, Gedora hadn't truly engaged her in any meaningful conversation. Their meetings shouldn't be so plain.

Even if Gedora was indifferent, dismissive, or even showed displeasure, she felt that as a sign of attention, but Gedora truly didn't care.

He was engrossed in his own matters, occurring conversations that should have happened with her.

As if—Adeline was of no significance to him.

This is not right.

Clearly, he mercilessly struck Charlette, even drove Charlette to lock herself up—why is he so indifferent to her? His hatred from betrayal should stem from affection.

The more he loved and respected Charlette, now the more he hated Charlette, hence striking with no mercy... But why is he like this towards her?

Could it be that, from the past, she was unimportant to him?

Then why he always gently patted her head to comfort her? Why did he keep her by his side?

She had so much to say, to ask, but there was no rush.

She wanted to defeat Lisidorwei, to prove her growth to him, to tell him that now, he was no longer who he once was. She could bear the weight of the Alchemist Association and thus had the qualification to listen to his heart!

The Gargoyle-composed arena appeared with two gaps, from which the two entered the arena.

Doro glanced at Mohe: "You knew this would happen?"

Mohe nodded: "Of course, I infiltrated Kenku Island, orchestrated some degree of Curse, intending to create chaos and reclaim my lungs, this person let me go, don't you find it absurd? Although she might not be able to keep me there—since then I knew she would come looking for me."

Saying this, she raised her eyebrows, looking playfully at Doro: "Or, perhaps she actually came to find you."

She took out the Alchemist Association's badge: "This thing possesses the power of her World Reflection, I deliberately kept it to make her come to me. Honestly, the risk is high, I'm worried she might bring a bunch of people to destroy me—but you're here, the worst result, you could take me away, right?"

The girl's gaze looked somewhat expectant.

"But that would cost you a lot, Ms. Mohe. Just like how your intervention costs a lot, I, as the former Hero, also charge a high price."

"Wow~ Is this really okay for a Hero to be so commercialized?"

"Who is the Hero? A·Gedora? I don't know them."

"..." Mohe was speechless for a moment, she adjusted her mood, stuck close to Doro, "If you're asking for a high price, I'd have to sell myself to you~ After all, the most valuable thing I have is myself, do you accept maids? Mr. Doro~"

You really are...

Doro moved back a little, keeping his distance from Mohe.

He knew Mohe had always been subtly encouraging Lisidorwei and Rose to have a relationship beyond friendship with him, was it that because they failed, Demon King planned to take the stage herself?

However, her body type truly wasn't within his preference zone, besides, while he was betrayed by humans and alliances, he still harbored hope for emotions, marriage, and romantic relationships.

What he wanted was that kind of sweet, natural, feelings that couldn't be helped between both parties, and not what Demon King called "wild release."

Just what does she regard humans as?

Clearly, she is currently also human.

Seeing him retreat, Demon King finally revealed a satisfied smile.

"Both of them wish to prove something to you, you really are loved dearly, Hero."

Her gaze finally turned to the arena.

The arena tightly encased by Gargoyles, under the illumination of the Artificial Sun, appeared almost transparent, allowing them to view the scene inside the arena.

Night had already fallen on Baixi Town, yet the manor's interior seemed like daylight.

"Lisidorwei wishes to prove to you her reborn strength and might, wants to tell you that your sacrifice is worthwhile, even though I know you don't need such proof, you simply don't wish for such a girl who loves you, who gives everything for you, to die—but for Lisidorwei, she needs such an acknowledgment."

Unlike the playful banter from earlier, Mohe's words were quite serious at the moment: "So, whether you win or lose, I hope you can show some recognition of her will."

"You..." Doro still couldn't fathom Mohe's intent. She was not the type to harbor sympathy for Lisidorwei.

As if understanding Doro's confusion, Mohe simply said, "She has already undergone a transformation. As a fourth-generation vampire, a creation of my Blood Race, she is now a perfected work, unlike past failures—a delicate artwork. I have always cherished finished pieces. I don't want them to break easily."

It's cold.

When Doro and Mohe met, it was in June, in the heart of summer.

Now, it was October, and autumn had arrived.

Yet despite the autumn wind's desolation, it shouldn't have made Doro feel cold.

But Mohe's words were enough to cause such a feeling.

Her occasional passion forced people to retreat, much like those enticing words whispered just now, yet inadvertently revealing the essence of the Demon King.

Work.

A work of the Demon King.

The Demon Race was almost eradicated from this world—but what did that mean for Mohe, the king of the Demon Race?

To the Demon King, what were the myriad kinds of the Demon Race?

She never seemed to display anger over the demise of her race, not even when Charlette killed one of Mohe's former loyal Four Heavenly Kings, the King of Shapeshifter Greenland. The slaughter of the remaining shapeshifters—it was Doro who felt anger, while Mohe seemed unfazed, not even taking any action.

If she were truly angry, what happened on Kenku Island would never have catered so easily to Adeline's expectations.

"Don't think too much, Mr. Doro. What we need to do now is focus on the arena at this moment."

Mohe's gaze was already fixed on the arena.

Doro suddenly felt warmth emanating from his hand.

Rose had taken hold of Doro's hand.

"Rose..."

"Please, watch her closely."

Who was she?

From Rose's gaze, Doro got the answer, and she was referring to Adeline.

The same.

Doro suddenly realized the issue.

Adeline was just like Frodonick, whom she fought against back then. Frodonick desperately wanted to defeat her, trying to prove something.

Adeline was the same at this moment.

She looked at the two people facing each other in the arena.

As Mohe said, Mohe's purpose wasn't really important—he should be watching the two fighting, understanding the will they held, and seeing it clearly.

The mistakes of the past could not be repeated. He needed to see clearly and make his own decisions carefully.

On the arena, the tall and voluptuous Lisidorwei and the petite and cute Adeline locked eyes, as if they were inherently standing at two extremes.

No excessive dialogue was needed, nor was an announcement of the battle's commencement necessary.

Lisidorwei turned into a pool of blood, directly falling to the ground.

"Flawless Robe!"

At that moment, the clothes Adeline was wearing burst into light, and almost simultaneously, a spear made from the coagulated blood from all directions reached Adeline's front.

It struck directly onto some kind of transparent barrier.

Adeline was anxious, gauging the intensity of Lisidorwei's attack through the depletion of the "Flawless Robe," leaving her a bit shocked.

If the frequency of such intense attacks continued, the Flawless Robe might not withstand for long.

But she couldn't just use the World Reflection from the start... especially when the opponent also had the Horn of the End.

She was confident that her finished piece should surpass the Demon King's failed work. But, the Vampire Queen was noticeably different from before. She had seen Lisidorwei in action; this vampire should prefer using magic—why was she directly attacking with blood?

Wasn't a being like this supposed to treat blood as preciously as food?

Without thinking much, the bracelet on her hand began to glow.

"Flame Prison Bracelet!"

Watch me evaporate your blood!

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