The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 82.1

Hannibal took a deep breath, as if trying to regain his lost sanity.

– You’re wrong. I didn’t want to be a commander. How do you imagine the demons that would follow a half-breed like me? There would have been a riot right there.

The expression on Hannibal’s face was very unusual: crazy, honest and thoughtful at the same time.

“That’s why I never had such a grandiose dream.” I just wanted to see your casual face contort horribly.

Hannibal’s magical power seemed to assimilate with him, after which he unnaturally bent his neck and looked somewhere to the side. Derrick turned, following his gaze, to find Judith standing at the edge of the garden. Now Hannibal wanted to wipe her off the face of the earth.

Derrick’s heartbeat quickened as soon as he noticed this, and the demon lying on the ground laughed, his voice breaking.

“And… I think I’ve finally found a way,” an eerie voice pierced my ears.

Hannibal pulled out the dagger sticking out of his throat. Blood gushed out in a stream, and Derrick’s eyes turned red, because he could not allow this to happen. The Duke tried to hold back the demon, but the power he had used before was slowly reaching its limit.

– Judith!

She stood far away, but flinched from a loud scream. Derrick knew one thing: he needed to warn her. But it was already too late. In the blink of an eye, Hannibal, who had previously been lying helplessly under him, disappeared without a trace.

Judith, who had witnessed everything that was happening, now looked at Sylvia, who was running straight towards her. An unreal scene, like a dream. Dark blood dripped endlessly from the crack at the back of her head and flowed from her brown hair and beautiful dress. With a bright smile, Hannibal pointed his sword at her, looking the Duchess straight in the eyes. He seemed to feel no pain at all.

A chilling hallucination flashed before my eyes again, causing animal fear. Although Judith knew very well that she needed to run, her body tensed and could not move.

All she wanted and could do now was curl up in a ball, clasping her stomach with both hands. The scenes that frightened me so every night now appeared in detail right before my eyes. It seemed that Judith was in a barren wasteland where no one could save her.

Hannibal’s red eyes flashed furiously as she collapsed to the ground as if she couldn’t stand it any longer. Before the dagger pierced her tender skin, it hit something. Drops of blood splattered on her legs. Judith, trembling in place, looked at the shadow blocking the path. Duchess once again witnessed Derrick protecting her by standing like a rock right in front of her.

A sharp dagger pierced deep into large palms. At that moment, Judith seemed to begin to choke, as if she had forgotten how to breathe. Every time someone hurt Derrick, her body and soul fell apart.

“That naive bastard,” the demon muttered.

Hannibal grinned, his face full of genuine pleasure.

– Yes. I missed that face. A desperate face when you also have at least one weakness.

Derrick performed short-term magic to keep the demon away from Judith. Suddenly, the two demons were rolling across the bloody grass again. The Duke groaned and blood gushed from his mouth. The human body has reached its limit.

The searing pain tore the body into small pieces stronger than ever. In this situation it was impossible to postpone actions until later. But all this has already turned into a huge disaster.

Derrick began to mutter something, quickly concentrating his magical power. But the demon curled his lips, realizing that this was an extermination technique that meant eternal death.

“It seems like there isn’t much magic left.” Can you destroy me?