The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 81.2

Like a spider’s web, the demon’s magical power spread through Hannibal’s blood, weakening his mental control. Now the bright eyes looked straight at the enemy. Derrick was completely free of magic. The demon’s plans were again thwarted.

As expected, anger reached extremes. Now it was impossible to suppress him. A fragile human woman who couldn’t even defend herself ruined the entire revenge from beginning to end. If only he had known about this, he would have killed Judith immediately and without delay.

Just as Hannibal was about to move, his ankle suddenly got caught and his body tilted violently, almost falling. Derrick grabbed the dagger and plunged into the demon’s chest, so deep, as if trying to take revenge. Despite the terrible sound of torn skin and blood vessels, none of them moved again.

“Do you know why so few demons specialize in mind magic?” If you can’t cope on your own, trying to use your mind is a stupid move.

The smile that was barely hanging on at the corners of Hannibal’s lips was slowly erased by Derrick’s harsh tone.

– This is perfect for you mongrel.

– Bastard! – Hannibal, who had finally lost his composure, opened his eyes furiously. – I hated you for a very long time! Luckily for you, many people are hypocrites around a pureblood demon.

Derrick heard a furious scream. Never had Lucas’ words, which he spewed out of habit, touched the demon more deeply than what he said today. The word “mongrel” was etched into Hannibal’s mind so strongly that he tried to sting where it hurt most. The Duke pulled out his sword and stuck it into the back of the demon’s head.

“Traitor,” this was what Derrick wanted to do for a long time.

But it was also revenge for Judith, who had spent the last month in tears and agony. Dark stains of blood, connected by a single feeling of anger, spread across the green grass like a river.

– Do you think anything will change after my death? No. You will forever remain just a mongrel.

Hannibal’s magical powers have reached their peak. This was proof that feelings of resentment and anger towards Derrick were growing.

— If you thought that you would become a commander, don’t be mistaken. My advisors will only tear your limbs into small pieces.

Only Derrick’s tongue was sharper than a dagger. He knew all too well how to break Hannibal’s mind without using mental magic.