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Chapter 4: In Hot Pursuit 

Diablo was dragged out of his slumber by something shaking him. 

“Mmngh...?” 

“Diablo, someone’s here... Hey, wakey-wakey~” 

His brain was still muddled. 

“Mmgh... I already said I wasn’t going... And my stomach hurts, and stuff...” 

“Wait, it does!? Are you okay, Diablo!?” 

The high-pitched voice worked its way into his consciousness like sand. The fog cleared from his head, waking him up.

—What the hell did I just say!? 

“Whoa!?” 

Diablo jolted upright, and Shera’s eyes went round. 

“Waah!” 

“O-Oh, it’s you.” 

“Does your stomach hurt?” 

“Urk... Um, no... Th-That was...an expression from my world...! I don’t know how you heard it when I said it in this world’s language! I guess it just kinda came out!” 

“Oh, gotcha! Thank goodness.” Shera smiled in relief. 

The light of an oil lamp flickered in the corner of the room. The window was shut, and there was no light coming through the gaps. 

“It’s still night, no?” 

“Yeah, it is... But it looks like there’s someone else here.” 

“What?” 

Shera pointed toward the roof. A small, shadowy figure was perched on top of one of the beams. 

—They’re inside the room!? 

It felt like he would freak out at any second, but he feigned a calm composure. A Demon Lord never panicked. 

He picked up Tenma’s Staff from the side of the bed. “Hmph... So you look down on me. You must have a strong desire to be turned to ash, don’t you?” 

“Wait, wait! It’s me, boss!” The person waved their hands frantically. 

The shadowy figure clambered down from the darkness of the ceiling, standing on the floor in the light of the oil lamp. It was the Grasswalker, Horn. Diablo kept his staff pointed at Horn, not letting his guard down. 

“Just who are you?” 

“Aw, don’t be like that! I said I was an Adventurer, right?” 

“Oh? Do Adventurers around here go exploring in other people’s homes, is that it?” 

“No, you got it all wrong! I came here to meet with you, boss!” 

“He’s got curry smudged on the corner of his mouth!” Shera pointed out. 

“Oop—” Horn wiped his mouth. 

“You were absolutely stealing right now!” 

“I-I just happened across some leftovers in the kitchen when I was looking for your room, that’s all! No harm in snatching a quick bite to eat, right? Ahaha...” 

“You’re not exactly inspiring confidence in me. I’m not going to any dungeon, not until things settle down first.” 

Not to mention, if the newly discovered dungeon was Diablo’s personal area, it would have all the rare items he stockpiled from Cross Reverie inside it. Judging by the sub-standard equipment he saw everywhere else, his treasures were powerful enough to throw the military balance of the world into disarray. If they were to go there together, he would have to give Horn a share of the rewards. He didn’t think he needed anyone else’s help, anyway. 

“Leave. Now.” 

“Just hold your horses, chief... I’ve got another killer story, just for you.” 

“And just what would that be?”

“I saw Paladin Captain Batutta load up your friends on a sand skimmer.”

Diablo’s heart pounded against his chest. 

“What...was that...?” 

“Are you talking about Rem and Lumachina!?” Shera’s eyes were wide open as well. 

Horn puffed out his chest proudly. “It’s not every day you see a female priest and a flat-chested, black-furred Pantherian, so it’s gotta be them. Mm-hm-hm, so you didn’t know, did you! See? I can be pretty useful after—” 

Diablo leapt out of bed and advanced on Horn. “When was this!?” 

“A-About thirty minutes ago. It all looked kinda against their will since he was using the Paladin Brigade, so I thought I should let you know about it...” 

“I’m tearing you limb from limb if you’re lying, you got that!?” 

Grabbing Horn by the arm, Diablo burst into the hallway. Two maids where out there, wearing expressions of shock on their faces. 

“Wh-What seems to be the matter? If there is something you need, then we—” 

“Move! If you don’t want to get hurt, then stay out of my way!” 

“Eek!?” 

He ran through the hallway, dragging Horn along with him. Shera chased after the two, begging them to wait up all the while.

The members of the Paladin Brigade had formed a wall in the middle of the hallway. 

“Beyond here lies the sleeping quarters for the High Priest! We will not allow you to pass, no matter who you are!” 

“I’m only here to confirm her well-being!” 

“We will not allow you to pass if you do not have Sir Batutta’s permission! We have this place firmly under our protection, so leave this to us!” 

“Don’t think for a second you’ll make it out unharmed if you get in my way!” 

“Boss, above you!” Horn yelled. 

There was a hole in the ceiling of the hallway, with Paladin Brigade members lying in wait inside of it. They jumped down, swords drawn. 

“Yeeeeargh!!” 

—You fools! 

“?Air Block?!!” 

Diablo unleashed a spell in which the air itself turned solid as concrete, forming an invisible barrier. Those who dropped from the ceiling crashed into it, their swords breaking with a high-pitched clang. Their faces took a good beating as they smacked into the invisible wall, teeth flying everywhere. 

“Ngwah!?” 

The other Paladin Brigade members drew their swords. 

“All right, he shouldn’t be able to use another spell right away! Kill him!!” 

“Just who do you think you’ve made enemies with, you fools! ?Freezia?!!” 

Unlike the other Elemental Sorcerers here, Diablo could rapid-cast mid-tier spells up to level 99. 

As Freezia activated, a shock wave of cold spread throughout the hallway. The entirety of the Brigade was frozen on the spot. 

“Woooooargh!? Guh, gah...!?” 

The white wave of frost even enveloped Diablo and the others, stinging their cheeks and ears. The walls shattered from the radical drop in temperature, slanting the building, while the crystals of ice formed a bud, which bloomed into a frozen flower. Diablo thought freezing everything would have been better than causing a fire, but this may have turned into a bigger disaster than he hoped for. 

—Well, it’s fine. I guess. As long as they’re still alive, they can get the priests to heal them. 

“We’re going!” 

“R-Right!” 

Dragging Horn along with him while Shera shivered from the cold, they all headed deeper inside.

He kicked down the locked door—

The beds were empty, and there was a crystal on the floor. One of the chairs had been knocked over, and an oil lamp still burned on the table, some sort of flowery scent coming from it. 

Diablo clenched his fists. For Batutta to carry off a Summoner of Rem’s caliber without making any kind of disturbance... 

“You’re better than I gave you credit for, Batutta...” 

“Wh-What do we do!” Shera’s shoulders were shaking. “Are Rem and Lumachina gonna be, k-kill—!?” 

“If he just wanted to kill them, there would be no reason to take them away.” 

—He also would have done it sooner. 

According to Diablo’s theory, Batutta wasn’t a part of the Cardinal Authority. He had so many chances: back on the sand skimmer, when they were eating, when they were changing... Of course, Diablo had been on guard for that, but... 

“If he was going to make some kind of move, I would’ve thought he’d do it a bit later. I didn’t want to stir up trouble yet, either.” 

“What do you mean, Diablo?” 

“First, I needed to recover... Not to mention the Death Knell disease.” 

“Huh?” 

“It’s no disease, but a curse.” 

“Whaaaat!?” Both Shera and Horn raised their voices in shock.

Diablo had seen a curse that caused the same effects during a limited time event back in Cross Reverie where “X” marks would show up on NPCs. If players didn’t destroy the enemy stronghold within a period of nine days, a great deal of people would die. It was a serious plot line that he remembered the message boards getting all worked up over. Players would tackle the specified dungeon and defeat the event boss there, which would fill the “event gauge.” The plot of the quest line would change as they filled the gauge. 

It should go without saying, but Diablo completely cleared the event, of course, snagging himself a “Death Knell Disease Charm” as a reward. 

—It didn’t have any effect in battle, but was just an item that got you an in-game movie of all NPCs thanking you... 

According to the quest in the game, the curse was the work of the Fallen, with there also being a dungeon located underneath the church. But in this world, the church was closed off by the local guards, so there was no way any Fallen would be lurking underground there. Not to mention that, in-game, the governor of Zircon Tower wasn’t a woman with such a “colorful” personality like here. 

There were a bunch of things that didn’t quite match up. But at any rate, Diablo couldn’t ignore the Death Knell disease. 

Batutta never showed hostility against them, so Diablo thought it would be all right to have him take care of Lumachina as they solved the mystery behind the sickness. 

—Why did he decide to make his move now? 

He could have never guessed that Batutta revealed his true colors as a result of Lumachina pressing him earlier.

“In any case, right now, bringing Rem and Lumachina back takes priority.” 

The incidents with the Death Knell disease would have to wait. According to what Horn said, the girls were put aboard a sand skimmer, which meant they were most likely somewhere far away from the mansion. 

Sand ships couldn’t be sent out during nighttime since there were gigantic monsters out in the desert, and they were generally much more active at night. The ships would have to sail at full speed to get away from them, but there were no kinds of powerful illumination equipment in this world. That just meant they would be sailing along at breakneck speeds through a pitch-dark desert, which pretty much only ended with the ship crashing into a sand dune, a rock, or some other obstacle. 

That signified Rem and Lumachina having been taken somewhere else within this town. 

“We don’t have time to mess around... Guess I’ll have to make one of them spit it out.”

Diablo returned to the hallway. Freezia’s effects had begun to fade, with the members of the Paladin Brigade suffering from the sub-thermal damage cowering on the ground. 

Picking out someone who looked like they could still speak, he pointed Tenma’s Staff at them.

“Now choose: Tell me where Batutta has gone, or have this place become your grave.” 

† 

Rem opened her eyes. The flame of the lamps around her flickered. She tried to move her hands, but quickly realized she couldn’t. 

—I’m tied up with rope...!? 

Rem’s arms and legs were bound to a cross-shaped post, as if she had been crucified. 

“Wha—!?” 

“Good, you’ve finally come to...” 

Hearing a voice coming from next to her, Rem turned to find Lumachina strung up the same way as her. 

“Lumachina!? Wh-What is this...!?” 

“I only just came to my senses myself, so I’m not too sure...” 

“...I see.” 

Rem looked over their surroundings. The ceiling was remarkably high; so much so the light from the lamps didn’t reach all the way to the top. It seemed they were inside some sort of cone-shaped building. This cylindrical building had an interior wide enough to fit an entire church inside of it. There was a platform in the center of this space, which was where Rem and Lumachina were being forced to stand. They were captured by Batutta, who seemed to be involved in conducting some kind of curse. 

—Does that mean he wants to use us as some sort of sacrifice...? 

A chill ran up her spine at the thought. 

They were surrounded by giant lamps in all directions, each aglow with wavering flames. She couldn’t see beyond those lamps due to how bright they were, but her eyes were slowly getting used to it. 

Something was out there, moving around. That’s when she became aware of the ragged breathing sounds around her. 

“...What could that be?” 

“I do not know.” Lumachina’s voice was firm. “But I have quite a bad feeling about this...” 

Rem focused her gaze beyond the light of the lamps: a person. She could see the shadowy figures moving around, illuminated by the flames. They were many, and seemingly of all different races. There were many more than she previously thought. 

—And a majority of them were naked. 

“Wh... Wha...!?” Rem cried out in shock. 

“Huh? Just what is it they are doing...?” 

Lumachina’s eyes adjusted—

There was a mass of men and women entangled with one another, enough to cover the entire floor.

Rem reflexively averted her eyes. “...A-Are they... Are they doing...what I think they’re doing...?” 

“What do you mean?” It seemed Lumachina was completely oblivious to what she was talking about. 

Rem’s cheeks flushed red. “...I can’t explain...” 

“Huh?” Lumachina asked, bewildered. 

Rem couldn’t bring herself to say what it actually was. Just what was going on here? 

The breathing of the people here grew even more ragged. The building was filled with the moans of the men, and heavy breathing of the women. The sound of flesh hitting flesh mixed with the slopping noise of sweat and fluids, and an almost bestial smell hung in the air.

Someone walked up the staircase to the altar... 

It was Batutta. 

He was still wearing clothes, which brought a modicum of relief to Rem. The girl that came along with him, however, was almost completely naked. 

“I-It’s...you...!?” 

It was Shiliu, the head maid with long-black hair. There was no trace of the maid outfit she once wore as nothing covered her chest or waist; though she still wore a corset and shoes. 

“Y-You’re indecent!” Rem’s shoulders were shaking. 

Batutta threw his shoulders back as he laughed heartily. “I see you’re finally awake. I was wondering what I would do if morning came and you still hadn’t woken up.” 

“Ngh... You deceived us!” 

“If you wish to detest someone, then let it be Lumachina. She should have known that a sense of justice would lead to her own destruction.” 

“I’m sorry, Rem...” Lumachina said in a feeble voice. “It looks like I’ve gotten you caught up in all of this.” 

“...By no means. Our current situation was my mistake, and I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” 

Rem had experienced many things during her time as an Adventurer, but she continuously fell for tricks and others’ deceptions. 

—Am I just more naïve than I expected? Shera should be the only one in charge of being stupid around here... 

With that slightly harsh thought floating around her head, she searched for a means of escape. But the restraints on her hands and legs remained tight, almost impressively so. 

Rem ground her teeth. “...What are you planning to do with us, Batutta!?” 

“Why, a ritual.” 

“Huh...?” 

“This is an altar, as you can clearly see for yourselves.” 

“...You are absolutely vile.” 

“I have never seen an altar as repulsive as this one,” Lumachina followed up. “This is a place full of wickedness, is it not!?” 

“It is as you say,” Batutta answered with a nod. “This place is filled with nothing but ‘corruption.’” It seemed he no longer intended to keep it a secret. 

“...So, it is a curse...” 

Batutta took the jar the maid was holding and removed the lid. Inside was a thick, blackish-green fluid. 

“This is the concentrate responsible for inducing the Death Knell disease.” 

“What!?” 

“By pouring this in the lake, the disease takes hold in a considerable amount of the townspeople who rely on its water to live here. Those people come to the church for help, which amounts to a large sum of donations coming our way.” 

“...You are despicable.” Rem spat the words at him. 

Lumachina was unable to bring herself to speak. She seemed to be in shock over how the person she once trusted was this much of a degenerate. 

“How do you think this concentrate is made?” Batutta asked them. 

“...As if we would know.” 

“Can you not even guess? It seems you are lacking in imagination, Adventurer.” 

“Mmph.” 

This remark ticked her off something fierce, especially since she was just thinking over how she was getting tricked far too often. Batutta hitting the nail on the head like this was absolutely infuriating. 

“The Death Knell disease concentrate is made from the essence of evil. Now, how do I get that?” Batutta let his gaze wander around the room. “Look at them... Just like wild beasts, right? Those people were once pious and devout believers. They were men pure of heart and chaste women, all possessing a deep faith and a strong sense of justice.” 

“...Your point?” 

“With just the slightest push, people fall so easily.” He looked at the lamps surrounding the altar. 

—Was there something mixed in with the oil of the lamps...? 

Concentrating, she smelled a sweet fragrance coming from them. Rem instinctively stopped breathing—but it was impossible to stay like that. 

Batutta spread his arms out wide, the expression of pure ecstasy on his face lit up by the flames of the lamps.

“Adultery... Bloodshed... Gluttony... When people fall, they lose their divinity, which is when this very essence of evil is born!”

“Th-This is a place...to make people commit sin...?” 

Rem looked around once more. It was true there were people doing things other than just intercourse. There were glutenous people eating great quantities of the food left there to the point of vomiting it back up. There were also people with sharp, wicked instruments, raised high and ready to strike at others. 

“S-Stop—!” But as Rem was bound to the altar, there was nothing she could do. 

“This... This is just...too wrong...” 

Tears dripped from Lumachina’s face. It must have been much more of a shock for her, having lived a pure and proper life thus far. Her body was shaking. 

“Grab hold of yourself, Lumachina! This is wrong! What your sense of morality is telling you is not mistaken! Keep strong!” 

“Oh, God... God...” she muttered as tears spilled from her eyes. 

A faint light enveloped her body, the same as when she prayed. 

Batutta shrugged. “According to my research, the stronger the divinity of a person when they fall, the thicker the evil essence they create. I should be able to make a much more potent formula from that.” 

“...D-Do you really want to inflict that many people with the Death Knell disease?” 

“No, there’s only one person I am truly after...” 

“One...?” 

“Laminitus.” 

Rem was shocked. She wasn’t expecting to hear the name of the governess of Zircon Tower in here. 

“That woman is a danger, always acting as a hindrance to me. She also seems to be slowly catching on to this curse as well. This is why I must have her come under the effects of the disease.” 

“...All just for that?” 

“Laminitus doesn’t drink the water from the lake. It seems she only uses it for her cooking, but it’s harder for the curse to take effect like that. If I used a much more powerful concoction, then it should finally take hold in her.” 

“...And what will happen to the townspeople when they drink the water!?” 

“They’ll all come down with the disease, most likely. That is when our priests will heal them—but only if they pay the proper donations first!” A twisted smile came over Batutta’s face. 

“Why...? Why would you commit such a grave sin!?” Lumachina glared at him with tear-soaked eyes. “I heard you were a pure and noble person... What has happened to you!?” 

“Would you like some sort of tear-jerking story, will that satisfy you? Like if my family was killed, or I was betrayed by a friend, or maybe threatened by the Fallen, something along those lines? You imbecile, there’s no reason as to why people fall. People are born as sinful creatures, full of avarice.” 

Just as she surmised from his actions, Batutta was no longer a part of the Cardinal Authority; but that didn’t matter anymore, seeing as he was a vile, loathsome man all along. To think he was spreading a curse that targeted people without discrimination, all for the sake of money and power. 

“No matter what a person’s true nature may be like, it is also those same people who are capable of putting themselves back on the path of righteousness!” Lumachina shouted. 

“I’m looking forward to seeing the High Priest who believes she’s so high and mighty enough to lecture me giving in to lust and desire... Do teach her what true pleasure is, Shiliu.” 

“Hm-hm-hmm...” A seductive smile appeared on the almost naked head maid’s face. “Is it all right for me to make her fall?” 

“I have a visitor coming for me soon; I do not have the time to screw around here any further. This is not going to an easy person to handle.” 

“It almost sounds like you’re waiting for a lover, Master. You’re making me jealous.” 

“Just finish things up here. I’ll be back for you after.” 

“Oh, I can’t wait! What shall I do about the Pantherian?” 

“She is his slave, so we may be able to use her to slow him down. Don’t kill her, but do play with her however you wish.” 

“Understood, Master.” 

The only maid-like thing about the almost completely naked woman in front of them was how she bowed. Rem spat all manner of curses she could think of at her, but they were ignored. Flexing her fingers, Shiliu approached Lumachina, letting a prolonged, sensual sigh escape her lips. 

“Ohh~... I’m getting so turned on thinking about making a beautiful girl like you fall.” 

“D-Do not get any closer!” 

Shiliu’s white fingers grabbed Lumachina’s chest over her clothes. “You have quite the bulge here, don’t you?” 

“Ngh!?” 

“And so sensitive! You always talked like such a stiff, I thought perhaps you were just one giant sexual dead zone.” 

“S-Stop... Let go!” 

“Though you say that now, once you get a taste of my caressing, you’ll be begging me for more.” 

She revealed a long, dangling tongue, with a length so monstrous, it was enough to make you question if she was actually Human herself. It was longer than any Dwarf’s, who were known for the lengths of their tongues, and looked like it reached down her entire throat. 

“Mmn... I’ll lick the deepest parts inside you...” 

Shiliu reached toward Lumachina’s clothes, sliding a hand up her skirt and tearing away her underwear. 

“Eeeeek!?” 

 

Suddenly, the ground began to shake.

The cylindrical building swayed, sand trickling down from high above. Rem looked up toward the ceiling. 

—An earthquake...? 

There was some kind of uproar going on above them. Then, somewhere close to the ceiling, a door opened. Lumachina did mention there was something underneath the town... That must mean they were somewhere underground. 

Rem had a feeling she knew what was coming. The despair that took hold of her chest cleared away, just like the clouds in the sky after rain.

“...Diablo...” 

† 

According to the information Diablo squeezed out of the Paladin Brigade, Batutta’s whereabouts were somewhere on the western outskirts of town. There were a seemingly infinite number of tents there, with countless believers lined up even though it was the middle of the night. He couldn’t afford to search each tent one by one, so he devised a plan. 

“Shera, call your Summon. You will observe everything from above with your Turkey Shot.” 

“Huh? But it can’t see that much at night... It’s pretty much blind in the dark.” 

“It’s going to become bright soon enough.” 

Diablo raised Tenma’s Staff and pointed it toward the cloudy night sky. He unleashed his spell—Explosion. 

A detonation appeared in the air, illuminating the surroundings. Merchants and believers alike started to raise a commotion, and the same went for the people from the Church who were guarding the tents. 

“There’s bound to be one of them who will let Batutta know of this!” Diablo announced to Shera. “Search for them from the sky!” 

“Y-Yeah!” 

One or two shots of this spell wouldn’t be enough to make them rush to report to Batutta, so Diablo kept the blasts coming one after the other. 

“Explosion! Explosion! Explosion...!” 

In doing so, he was able to locate the tent the priests and Paladin Brigade members entrusted with guarding them were heading to. There were guards posted there to protect the entrance to the underground, but he held nothing back as he scattered them like leaves.

After descending the lengthy staircase, he kicked open a stone door. He was in some sort of cylindrical area. A sickly sweet fragrance clung to the air, mixed with a bestial stench so pungent that Shera covered her mouth with her hand. 

“What’s with this place... I’m getting a really bad feeling about it!” 

Diablo recognized this place as the last stage of the limited time event back in the game. This was where the boss monster would appear. 

—Just how similar is this world to the game!? 

Going on from the entrance, a spiral staircase that ran parallel with the stone walls extended down into the bottom of this place. The size differed for the stones used in the walls and the staircase, where, on average, each one was about fifty centimeters tall, with their length and width reaching more than a meter. They were formed almost like a trapezoid in order to create the building’s cylinder-like shape. The only light came from down below. 

Getting down on all fours, Horn peered downward. Diablo told him he didn’t need to come underground with them, but the Grasswalker came along in the end. 

“H-Hey, boss, there’s something out there.” 

Diablo stared at the bottom of the room where he could make out the outlines of several people.

In the flickering flames of the lamps, he could make out the men and women who were participating in a feast of moral depravity.

Diablo smirked with a snort. He was trying to show this was no big deal, but on the inside, he was completely panicking. 

—Just what in the hell is this!? 

Cross Reverie was a wholesome game suitable for all ages, so it should go without saying there were no erotic scenes like this to be found anywhere. 

Looking toward the bottom as well, Shera’s face turned pale. 

“Diablo! Rem and Lumachina!” 

“Hm.” He turned his gaze to the direction she was pointing.

There they were, both strung up on an altar at the center of this place. Lumachina had been reduced to a very un-ladylike appearance, with her clothes having been stripped from her upper body, and her chest laid bare for all to see. Her underwear had fallen around her ankles. 

Diablo’s face went beet-red. 

Next to her was the head maid Shiliu, her hands creeping all over Lumachina’s body. She was almost completely naked as well, only wearing a black corset, netted stockings, and high heels. It was like one of the designs for an outfit you’d see on one of those boxes for games they sell at ***map or **dio. The boxes were normally quite large even though there was only a single disc inside them. 

—That’s taking it way over the top, right!? 

Shiliu’s tongue was creeping across Lumachina’s skin. Though he couldn’t see it from up top, he could tell Lumachina was trying to escape, but couldn’t due to her hands and feet being bound. 

Diablo sprinted down the stairs. “Shera, Horn, you wait here! I’m bringing those two back!” 

“Y-Yeah!” 

“Roger that, boss man!”

After coming halfway down the stone staircase, with about fifty meters left to go— 

There was someone else climbing up those very same stairs. 

† 

Batutta— 

Unlike the others in the nude, he was wearing his full armor, and he carried his spear, which was enveloped with magic energy. There was a sharp glint in his eye. 

“I was waiting for you, Diablo,” he boomed in a solemn voice. 

Being confronted like this was really getting Diablo fired up. He felt a heat bubbling from deep inside him. Now more than ever was the time to act like a Demon Lord. 

Diablo pointed Tenma’s Staff toward Batutta. 

“Ahhhahaha... Regret the fact you were careless enough to stand before me.” 

But still, he couldn’t stop thinking about it: With someone as proficient as Batutta, he should be able to guess the difference in their abilities. Why was Batutta acting so confident? Was it a trap? Some sort of bluff? 


Diablo’s attitude, haughty and overflowing with confidence, was all just a bluff, of course. It was just a Demon Lord role play, after all. Unlike the game, he was always suppressing his nervousness and fear when he fought in battle here. 

“Batutta, how do you explain all this?” he demanded. 

“If you truly are a first-class Sorcerer, then surely you must already know the answer.” 

He was just a gamer. He didn’t really know any information about things other than the battle system. But if the purpose of this place was the same as it was in the game, then... 

“So, you had a hand in producing the curse of the Death Knell disease.” 

“Hm... I see you heard about that from Lumachina.” 

“You say she knew as well?” 

A scowl appeared on Batutta’s face. “You’re telling me that not only the High Priest, but even a Sorcerer caught on?” 

“Hmph. I am no Sorcerer—I am a Demon Lord who has come from another world!” 

“What drivel are you spouting...” 

—Not many people believe me when I say that, huh... 

Though, it was actually pretty cute how Rem and Shera believed him so easily. 

“Do those pitiful fools crawling around down there have something to do with this curse...?” 

“If you come work under me, then I will tell you whatever you wish to know.” 

“Said like a true egotist, Batutta. But the truth is, you learned this curse from the Fallen, didn’t you?” 

“Wha—!?” Batutta’s eyes flew open. “How do you know that?” 

“Heh heh heh... I have already said it: I am a Demon Lord!” ...He couldn’t say it was because this was the same curse the Fallen used back in the game. 

He still didn’t completely understand what this world was, but he thought of it as the inspiration for Cross Reverie. The X-rated parts of the curse were omitted in the game, however, with Batutta most likely having brought Rem and Lumachina exactly to do those types of immoral things to them. 

“Release the girls,” Diablo ordered. “If you are to atone for your vulgar misdeeds on top of that, I will spare your life.” 

“Oh, Diablo...” Batutta’s shoulders shook as he laughed. “So youthful. It is quite intriguing to think how you obtained such strength while being so young... But even then, you are still so very inexperienced.” 

“What was that?” 

“You have never lost a battle, correct? You are going into this fight with the conceit that your victory is absolute. Even now, I assume you view this situation as having ‘cornered your enemy.’” 

“Hmph... Because it is the truth.” 

He acted high and mighty, but he was sweating bullets on the inside. Just as Batutta said, though, he was thinking he would definitely win in a one-on-one fight. Despite how much MP he had lost, he was still the one on top level-wise, and there was a huge difference between their equipment. Batutta’s spear was wrapped in magic energy, and was at most an SSR weapon. Diablo, on the other hand, had reinforced his SSR equipment to their maximum limits, and could probably be classified as EX-rank gear. 

He held an overwhelming advantage. But not just that, Diablo possessed superior skill as a player, never even losing to other level 150 rankers in battle. 

—If I was to explain it with my own made-up logic, my parameters should be level 150, with my equipment also being at 150. If my player skill is 150, too, then that should make 450 altogether! Considering Batutta is level 130, that’s a gap of 320! 

If they fought, Diablo was all but guaranteed to win. 

Batutta stroked his beard. “Now, you may be an Elemental Sorcerer strong enough to defy common sense...but what type of magic can you use here?” 

“Hm...?” 

Batutta rapped the back of his hand on the stone wall. The fragments of rock fell of the block he had knocked against; they were more fragile than Diablo thought. 

“We are underground here, deep enough that we should be surrounded by bedrock. If the ceiling breaks, however, a mountain of sand should come raining down on us.” 

Diablo swallowed, though his throat was bone-dry. “That’s a bluff... You would be buried alive as well.” 

“I would risk my life if it meant victory; it is only natural. I am sure you are the same... But what will you do about your companions’ lives?” 

“You bastard!” 

Diablo had come to rescue Rem and Lumachina; them being buried alive in sand would mean losing everything. Batutta obviously couldn’t care less about the lives of those around him. 

“That should seal away the spell you used against the Sand Whale quite nicely. Next is your footing... Is fighting on stairs a strong suit of yours? Just how much can you evade while fighting on this terrain, I wonder...” 

“You’re the only one who will suffer from being unable to evade this!” 

A detonation appeared out of thin air— 

Explosion. 

The stone staircase crumbled away, fragments of stone dropping on top of the writhing mass of humanity below. 

“Ngh!?” 

This place was even more brittle than he imagined. They were also in an enclosed space, which meant the effect of the shock wave was much stronger than when he used it out in the open. Sand immediately poured down from the ceiling in a grand fashion. 

—Even a spell like that was too much!? 

Batutta leisurely dodged backward, landing further down the staircase. Diablo wanted to use magic with a wider area of effect to suppress that speed...but if he did, the ceiling would give way.

Diablo looked toward the altar. He was relieved to see Rem and Lumachina unaffected from the damage caused by his Explosion. 

But there was something wrong with the people here. Though both sand and stone were falling from above, they stayed intoxicated by their mad feast, making no attempt to run away. They didn’t even seem to perceive the danger around them. It seemed they were no longer capable of normal thought. 

Batutta laughed. “You act without thinking, I see.” 

“Hmph... I was only testing the actual worth of getting serious or not.” 

“Is that so? Then this time, I’ll be the one making a move.” 

Batutta took up his spear, pressing the assault. Diablo had to repel him with magic, but... 

—What kind of magic can I use that won’t break the walls!? 

“You hesitated, greenhorn!” Batutta shouted. 

He closed the gap between them all at once. The spear was aiming directly for Diablo’s heart; Batutta made it clear he was after Diablo’s life. 

“Too naïve, Batutta.” 

The ?Ground Mine? Diablo placed at his feet exploded. It was a spell that unleashed an explosion once someone stepped within range of the mine. It was an elementary Earth spell with little power, but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about the stone walls breaking. 

Still being engulfed in the explosion, Batutta didn’t stop. 

“This battle is your loss!” 

“Ngh!?” 

Batutta’s spear was heading straight for him. He had to get out of the way—but a stone wall was on his right, and he would just fall if he went left. The spiraling stairs weren’t suitable to make a rapid descent in a hurry, either. 

As Batutta advanced, the only things his attacker would be looking at were Diablo and the staircase, which meant he would just have to rely on his memory to get down from here. But the length and height of each step in this staircase was uneven; it would be all over if he tripped. 

“Hah! Never underestimate a Demon Lord!” 

Diablo repelled the spear’s attack using his left hand. Though close combat wasn’t exactly a Sorcerer’s forte, his basic parameters were considerably high thanks to his level. 

He fended off the spear... Is what should have happened, but the spear disappeared from his sight. 

A shiver ran up his spine. 

—What the—!? 

This was different from what he expected.

His hand wasn’t where it needed to be...

Shouldn’t it have parried the spear so he could prepare his next attack...?

A massive splattering of blood gushed all over the stone staircase...

Diablo’s left arm had been severed right through the bone, barely hanging on by some skin.

—AAAAAAAAAGH!? 

It took all he had to resist screaming out loud. 

He was slick with cold sweat. His eyes were flickering from the intense pain.

Shera, who was watching the fight from the staircase above, let out a scream in Diablo’s stead. Rem also let out a scream from below, even though she shouldn’t know what was going on. 

—What’s happening with Lumachina...? 

He didn’t see Horn. 

—Did he run away...? 

Diablo still had the composure to worry about what was going on around him. Under normal circumstances, he would be writhing around in pain, crying and screaming bloody murder; but he could chalk this up to how tough his level 150 body was. 

He managed to stand himself at the ready. 

“Heh... Heheh... Not bad, Batutta...” 

“You overestimated your own strength, and now you find yourself in a place where you cannot use your spells. You may have been gung-ho about charging in here like it was a secret base or something, but you never once suspected that it could have all been for the purpose of luring you here. If I left you a letter saying I was waiting in this underground facility, then you would have been much more on guard, and most likely taken sufficient measures to prepare yourself before coming. Since you came here because of my subordinate’s ‘leaked’ information, you instead entered here completely unguarded.” 

He couldn’t deny that. But instead of clicking his tongue, a sneer crossed Diablo’s face. 

“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you, you weakling.” 

“Certainly. I do not think of myself as strong, nor am I prideful of myself. I make sure my preparations are flawless, and deal with powerful foes by having them play into my hands then defeating them in situations where I have an absolute advantage. Relying on equipment, skills, or even powers is something only a novice would do.” 

There were terrain effects back in the game, along with special conditions that restricted the way you played as well. But the player would almost never be the ones to set those conditions. Usually, it was the game devs who prepared the special terrain, and it was the player’s job to think up strategies to work around it. 

Diablo curled his lips. 

—It’s true, I may have been a bit prideful... My thinking was too shallow. I’m taking what you said to heart, old man. 

No matter how much he needed to avoid damaging the walls, using a spell like Ground Mine against a level 130 Warrior was a mistake on his part. It was so weak it didn’t even slow him down. 

Batutta seemed like he had undergone training with movement on stairways; he could even dodge spells like Explosion. But if Diablo used anything more powerful, the stone walls would come crumbling down. He really really did think through this anti-Sorcerer plan so thoroughly. 

—Even so, I’m gonna come out on top! 

“There are some spells in this world that even you do not know about, Batutta! ?Lightning Sphere?!” 

Crackling purple electricity flashed through the air. A sphere wreathed in lightning appeared, measuring about three meters in diameter. Any who dared touch it would be met with a violent electric shock, which meant he should be able to fry Batutta without damaging any of the walls. 

The only downside to this spell was how sluggish it was when it moved. It slowly floated toward its target. Usually it would be a simple matter to dodge it...but they were on a staircase. There was nowhere to dodge. 

“I see, so magic like this exists as well.” 

Would he just make his way to the bottom of the stairwell? Probably not. With his level 130 footwork, Batutta should easily be able to jump over a ball three meters long. 

—Come on!! 

His plan was to lure Batutta to the Ground Mine he planted on the wall, using that to send Batutta hurtling over the edge of the stairway. 

The orb of electricity slowly approached its mark. 

—What, he’s not jumping out of the way...? 

Batutta suddenly vanished without a trace. He wasn’t above Diablo; in fact, he jumped over the edge himself. 

—You gotta be kidding, right!? 

“It’s too easy to see what you’re aiming for, greenhorn!” 

Though it looked like Batutta had fallen, a single hand remained grasping the stone steps; he was simply hanging from the edge. After the Lightning Sphere passed him by, he pulled himself back up and onto the staircase. 

Batutta was in a disadvantageous position, which meant it could be effective for Diablo to attack him directly. But, that said, Diablo was a Sorcerer who focused all his firepower on spells. It would be reckless of him to go picking a fight at close range, not to mention that it took everything he had just to try and dodge Batutta’s spear. 

Diablo moved to back away, when the heel of his right foot caught on the stone staircase. 

“Oh cra—!?” 

“Careless! Time to end this!!” 

Batutta thrust his spear forward, a shining, rainbow-colored effect spreading out from it. It was the Martial Art ?Rising Spear?, a technique that activated quickly and boasted immense power. On top of that, it also ignored any effects that reduced physical damage. Batutta had probably noticed the damage-reducing effects of Diablo’s armor when he cut through his arm earlier.

The spear stabbed into Diablo’s chest.

The razor-sharp spearhead tore through his Ebony Abyss, rending flesh, smashing bone—and piercing his heart. 

A massive amount of blood vomited from his mouth. The pain was so much that he couldn’t even realize what it was, feeling like his consciousness would leave him at any moment as his brain deflated like a slashed tire.

Death.

He was falling into darkness...

His heart was crushed by Batutta’s high-level technique. This was lethal damage, enough to kill him in an instant. 

Tenma’s Staff fell from Diablo’s right hand, landing in the pool of blood that had spilled on the ground. 

He crumbled to his knees. Someone let out a high-pitched scream; Shera, probably. 

Assured of his victory, a sneer enveloped Batutta’s face.

Diablo grabbed Batutta’s left wrist with his right hand...

Panting like a wild beast, with his eyes filled by a burning fury, he opened his bloodstained lips. 

“You finally, stopped... Senile old fool.” 

“...Wha... How are you still alive!?” 

Batutta tried to get away, but the strength of Diablo’s grip wasn’t so weak as to let the man escape that easily. To do so, he activated a spell that required him to be in contact with his target. 

“Everything shall vanish...into a world of complete stillness... ?Absolute Zero?.” 

Batutta’s arm started turning white from where Diablo was touching. 

This was one of the most powerful Ice spells. It would cause the kinetic energy of whatever it touched to disappear eternally. It only targeted one person, and could only be activated at point blank range. 

“Wooooooargh!?” Batutta’s eyes were wide open. 

“Now, become an ice sculpture!” Diablo bellowed, blood spurting from his mouth.

Batutta quickly activated a Martial Art with his right hand. Using the technique ?Finger Blade? to turn his hand into a naked sword, he brought it down— 

† 

Batutta’s left arm, white and frozen, fell to the ground— He had amputated one of his own limbs using a Martial Art. If he hadn’t done anything, he surely would have been an ice sculpture by now. The guy’s quick thinking and grit were something else, but it had to be a fatal blow for a Warrior to lose not only their weapon but an arm as well.

Pulling the spear from his chest, Diablo threw it away from the stone staircase. Blood spurted from the hole gouged in his chest. 

“Heh heh heh...” A demonic smile crept onto his face. “What’s wrong, Batutta? Was it also part of your plan to lose both your weapon and arm?” 

He kept a composed smile on the outside—but was screaming on the inside. 

—THIS HURTS LIKE A BITCH, GODDAMNIIIIT!! 

The wound was only on his chest, but it felt like all his limbs were going to tear themselves apart as the pain surged throughout his body. 

Though he managed to pull himself back from the brink, it was something he never wanted to do again. Taking a blow that would cause instant death just to create an opening to strike—definitely a plan that was better said than done. He truly thought he was going to die once the spear pierced his heart.

Diablo’s cape, the Curtain of Dark Clouds, had an effect that would leave him with 1 HP even after taking an attack that would normally reduce it to zero. He almost forgot about it, but it was just like he had confirmed back when he was first summoned to this world. 

To be frank, he was certain he would never be able to use it here. Being left with 1 HP could mean barely being able to move for all he had known. 

—It’s true I’m having trouble breathing, though. I might die if a mosquito bit me right about now... 

The instant death protection from his Curtain of Dark Clouds wouldn’t activate if he was at 10% or less of his HP. If he were to take another attack right now, that would spell actual death for him this time around. 

He had never tested this effect until now because of how dangerous it was, making it a gamble whether or not he would still be alive after taking Batutta’s attack. 

It seemed that even after being stabbed through the heart, he wouldn’t die—but it still hurt enough to feel like he would. If no one else was here he would be screaming and sobbing his eyes out. 

Despite the severity of his injuries, the hole in Diablo’s chest slowly began to close; even his left arm was starting to heal. Though it had only been hanging on by mere strands of skin earlier, his bones and muscles were knitting themselves back together. 

This was also an effect of his equipment: The ?Distorted Crown? he wore on his head would automatically recover his HP over time. It wasn’t any significant amount when he was in any other fight, but it was actually possible to see how fast his injuries were healing now.

Blood was still spurting out from Batutta’s wounds. Though, he had severed his limbs from the upper arm down, so that was only to be expected. Unless he took some kind of surgical action or received a healing miracle, the bleeding wouldn’t stop. 

“Are... Are you supposed to be...immortal...? Not dying, even after I pierced through your heart...” His brow was slick with sweat. 

“Heh heh... I already told you—I am a Demon Lord.” 

“This cannot be...” 

“Did you actually feel like you knew everything this world had to offer? That was where your pride laid, in your supposed ‘wisdom’ from having lived thus far. All your knowledge amounted to was just a tiny fraction of what there is to know. Now then, shall we keep going? We both have one good arm left, after all...” 

The truth of the matter was that it was a miracle Diablo could still stand, though. 

Regardless, he thrust his hand out toward Batutta. Tenma’s Staff was still at his feet, but if he tried to bend down and pick it up, it would feel like he would collapse as he did so. 

The fact that he could make it seem like his wounds were no big deal, that he didn’t need a weapon, that he could still keep going, no problem—that was all because he was putting everything he had into his Demon Lord role play. He would never show any weakness in front of anyone. 

Batutta’s face contorted into a grimace. “Shiliu!” he shouted toward the pit below them.

“Yes, Master!” 

When Diablo turned to look at her, the almost naked maid had pulled out a dagger, bringing it close to Rem’s neck.

Diablo’s blood was boiling. 

“I’ll kill you, you whore!” 

Unperturbed, Shiliu kept the smile on her face, a sign of the advantage they now held over him. 

“This is a sign for you...not to move...” Batutta said in a hoarse voice. 

They were unabashedly using Rem as a hostage and holding it over him. He could try and bluff that there was no point in using hostages against a Demon Lord, but the fact he had come all the way here to save them meant that wouldn’t be a convincing argument. 

Shiliu wiped the drool from her mouth. “Hehe... In the end, it seems like this is a strategic victory for my Master.” 

“Diablo! Don’t worry about me—just fight!” Rem yelled. 

“Hah... Hah... Do not worry about me either...Lord Diablo!” 

Lumachina shouted, too, short of breath and her face flushed red. It seemed she had been subjected to Shiliu’s groping before he came here to rescue her. 

Diablo clenched his fists tight, his body shaking in rage. 

—If I could just abandon those two then I wouldn’t have even come here in the first place. 

What can I do? How can I save them!? 

A single arrow sped across the cylindrical building—

An arrow that Shera had fired. 

It cut across the empty space, leaving behind a trail of pure darkness, most likely a result of the magic enhancement Klem had done to it. It traveled at such a speed that even Diablo was having trouble keeping track of it. 

The arrow headed toward the altar. By the time Shiliu had noticed, it pierced clean through the hand holding the dagger, severing the tendons of her fingers and causing her to lose her grip on the weapon as it was sent flying away. 

“GAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!” Shiliu let out a guttural scream. 

“That’s my ?Angel Shot?!” Shera shouted down after the fact. It was the name of a Martial Art. 

 

“AGAHHHHHHH!!” 

Shiliu’s right hand began making crackling noises as it turned an ashen gray. This wasn’t the effect of Angel Shot, which was a technique that was only supposed to greatly increase the user’s accuracy. What was going on? 

Soon enough, the maid could no longer make a sound as her entire body turned to stone. 

This could very well be the effect of the magic energy Klem put into Shera’s bow. 

“K-Klem...” Shera was visibly shaken. “This is so scary it makes it hard to use!!” 

—It packs way more of a punch than I thought...! 

Diablo was quite shocked on the inside. 

While the bow she used was souped-up thanks to Klem’s magic, Angel Shot was a level 60 technique. He hadn’t expected Shera to be such a high-level Archer. 

Thinking back on it, she did say she was determined to be level 40 as a child... 

Because of her happy-go-lucky attitude and ditzy nature, he never thought to rely on her in battle. He noticed when she used a Martial Art back when they were fighting against the shinobi, but this could be the first time he had seen her get serious when using her bow.

Batutta was in a daze. “Shiliu...? Why won’t you answer me, Shiliu...?” 

There was no response from the maid turned to stone. Who knew how long the petrification effect from a weapon enhanced by the actual Demon Lord Krebskulm would last.

A shadow stealthily moved along the altar, sporting a pair of rabbit ears that bounced to and fro— 

Horn. 

“Ehehe, gotta show off my usefulness to the boss up there, right?” 

“How did you manage to get here!?” Rem said in shock. 

“All I did was jump along those jaggedy walls back there, straight down.” 

Horn unsheathed the shortsword on his back, cutting through the binds around Rem’s arms and legs; she was finally free again. 

“Th-Thank you!” 

“Hm-hm-hmm~ Feel free to thank me more!” 

The two of them immediately went to help Lumachina as well. 

“I do not know who you are, but thank you so much!” 

“Oh yeah, guess I didn’t introduce myself yet, huh. I’m Horn! Let’s go conquer a dungeon together!” 

† 

—Looks like I managed to win...somehow. 

He breathed a sigh on the inside. 

“Hmph... What’s the matter, Batutta? Are you not going to make your move? Then I will reduce you to ashes with my magic,” Diablo said as threateningly as possible. 

“Th-This cannot be...” 

“For losing to have that much of an impact on you... That only shows how prideful you really are. All your prudence and caution is nothing but your own misguided assumptions.” 

“Ngh... Curse you... Curse you...!” 

“Hmph. There is no worth using my magic against someone who has lost their will to fight.” 

Diablo lowered his hand while Batutta fixed his glare on him. 

“You will all fall...into the depths of despair...” 

“Oh?” 

“I regret...not being able...to see the looks of anguish on your faces when that happens...” 

He made a fist with his right hand. 

—This guy still wants to fight!? 

Diablo focused himself on casting a spell. 

Batutta’s hand began to glow, and he was able to get his technique off faster. 

“Wooooooooargh!!” 

Just like Finger Blade, this was a Martial Art that could be performed when unarmed. Diablo couldn’t be sure what move he was using without actually seeing it in action, but he didn’t have the luxury waiting around to find out. If Diablo took another attack as he was now, that would be the end for him. 

Batutta thrust his fist forward. An SP-infused ball of light was sent flying toward Diablo; judging by the look of it, this was probably ?Shining Blow?. 

“?Darkness Cannon?!!” Diablo shouted. 

An advanced Dark-elemental spell that unleashed a condensed mass of pitch-black magic energy. 

He didn’t have Tenma’s Staff, so it turned into a clash between the almost exact same techniques, even though Dark and Light were the polar opposites of each other, element-wise. 

The two techniques crashed and grinded against one another, a shock wave spreading out from the impact. The stone walls creaked and grated against themselves, with rocks and stones falling down from the ceiling, followed by a veritable waterfall of sand. The stone walls might not be able to take any more... 

Diablo declared:

“Both my level and equipment outclass you! In a simple clash between our techniques—I have no reason to lose!”

Darkness Cannon overcame Batutta’s sphere of light, striking him while he was still locked in place after using an advanced technique. 

“Gohahhhhhhhhhh!!” 

He was sent flying away, where he violently crashed into the stone wall, causing it to collapse much more than Diablo thought it would. The impact caused even more sand to pour down from above. 

Batutta was no longer moving.

An unpleasant noise resounded throughout the chamber, as if the whole building was groaning. It looked like Diablo had dealt significant damage to the structure itself. 

“Diablooooo!!” Shera clambered down the staircase. 

“Y-You fool! Why did you come here!?” 

“’Cause you looked like you were in trouble!” 

“Can’t you see the building is coming down!?” 

“Yeah! That’s why we have to hurry up and get out of here!” 

It seemed the option to escape by herself just didn’t exist for Shera. 

She picked up Tenma’s Staff off the ground for him. Then, a loud crashing noise came from somewhere above the staircase. 

Turning to see what it was, he could see the entrance crumbling away, right where Shera was standing before. 

“Eeeeek!?” Shera let out a scream. 

If she had thought about keeping herself out of harm’s way, she would have been lying at the bottom of a pile of rubble by now. 

“Phew...” Diablo steadied his breathing. 

Shera had tears in her eyes. “Wh-What do we do now!? We lost our way out!!” 

“We’re heading to the bottom, and fast.” 

“Fweh!?” 

“I don’t have time to explain.” 

The amount of sand falling from the ceiling just kept increasing; the building really wasn’t going to last much longer. 

One of his arms was still on the verge of falling off, so that made it a chore to run...but the ?Demon Lord’s Ring? was on his left hand. If all else, he couldn’t afford to lose that. 

They rushed to the bottom, Shera holding on to Tenma’s Staff as they ran. 

Making his way to the bottom of this place, Diablo dodged around the others still indulging in their sinful pleasures as he ran. Even as they were buried in sand or crushed by the falling rocks, they wouldn’t come back to their senses. 

He made his way to the altar—

“Diablo!!” 

Rem jumped into his arms. For someone as calm and collected as her to get this emotional... 

A solemn expression suddenly came over his face. “Th-They didn’t go all the way with you, did they...?” 

“Wha—!? What kind of nonsense are you talking about!? They did not lay even a single finger on me!” 

“Then what about Lumachina!?” 

Lumachina’s face turned so red he thought it might burst into flames. Coupled with the fact that it looked like she had bawled her eyes out, everything became awkward very fast. 

“N-Nothing of the sort was done to me! Th-There was some touching...and licking...but that was it! They didn’t do that to me, right, Rem!? Please, you say something to him, too!” 

“...Let’s hurry up and get out of here, Diablo,” Rem said with a dead serious expression on her face. 

“Reeeeeeeem!?” Lumachina looked like she was on the verge of tears again. 

Though it was important to make sure the two of them were still mentally sound after their ordeal, they could worry about all that after they escaped from being crushed by falling rocks and sand. 

“H-Hey, boss! Wh-Wh-What do we do now!?” Horn jumped into the conversation. 

“So you’re still here. I thought you already ran off the first chance you got.” 

“That’s harsh, man!” 

Taking Tenma’s Staff from Shera, Diablo thrust it directly into the altar. This spell needed direct contact to work, and required some extra time for him to concentrate on casting it. 

—Don’t everything come crumbling down on me now, got it!? 

As Horn continued to freak out, Rem managed to shut him up by putting him in a full nelson. Shera and Lumachina stared at him with earnest eyes. 

Diablo chanted his spell:

“Obey my will and change to the position I desire— ?Adzet?!”

The altar rose up into the air— 

—when the ceiling collapsed. 

Countless rocks and a mountain of sand plummeted toward them. 

“D-Diablo, HELLLLLLLP!!” Shera screamed. 

“Just leave this to me.”

—I’ll put every last drop of my MP into this next spell! 

“Twist and howl, O mighty air, and transform into a spiraling vortex that shall pierce through both heaven and earth! ?Grand Tornado?!!” 



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