"Regardless of the fact that you have been seriously injured before this, even if you are intact, it is absolutely impossible for you to escape from him with your ability."

"Don't say that the person didn't notice you."

The witch stared at him with blazing eyes.

"Even if he really didn't notice your presence, if Duncan Davy was going to kill someone, he would definitely ask a few of their henchmen beforehand. He wondered why these men chose to come out late at night and bump into their secrets, it could not be accidental...... And those people can't keep it a secret for you, right? ”

After she finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the silent room.

The other man's face, as white as a dead man, was obscured by shadows.

Villerite was a little unsettled, she watched the middle-aged man's movements, thinking that he might attack at any moment.

“…… Miss Edward, you are indeed a wise and kind girl as I imagined. ”

After a while, he suddenly spoke.

...... What?

Villerett blinked.

The middle-aged man laughed.

"To tell you the truth, although I have no talent as a wizard, I am no different from waste in the eyes of the people living at the top...... Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, in fact, it's not just adults who think so, I think so myself. ”

Wellett pursed her lips. No matter where they are, in this world, the weak and worthless will always be easily discarded, as if it were a matter of course.

"But as a low-level district supervisor, I've seen all kinds of wizards, dealt with people from all over the world, and I'm still a little confident in my own eyes." The man sighed, "It seems to me, Miss Edward, that you don't look like someone from this tower, and you shouldn't even be in a place like this. ”

"It's not up to you to decide."

The witch replied coldly—and it wasn't for me to decide, she thought.

"I know, I know...... That's what I just think. And what you shouldn't do more than stay on this tower is to die in this gutter-like place. ”

"Do you think I'm going to die?"

"I don't know, but I just hope you survive, and it's not just about repaying the favor. Believe me, the man named Duncan is really dangerous......"

"If you want me to believe your word, tell the truth."

As she spoke, Villelet had already begun to quietly clean up the room for traces. In any case, she was ready to evacuate here. Although the witch hadn't noticed any signs of an enemy approaching, the barrier spell outside the door had disappeared. This is clearly extraordinary.

“…… Well, I admit that there is a lie in what I said. ”

The man scratched his face. The witch saw that the fingers he had put down were stained with blood, and the shriveled skin that had been scratched off.

"The reason why they didn't pay attention to me was because I was dead at that time."

“...... He's dead? ”

The witch's breathing stalled slightly. She suddenly realized something.

"Yes. It's the same with Duncan David, who is afraid that they will treat me as a real dead man, so they have no guards...... That's why I can hear what they say. ”

"But, actually, ......"

The middle-aged man grabbed the clothes on his chest and abdomen and tore them open, revealing the blue-gray skin inside.

"You...... Infected by the plague? ”

Wellett's voice was a little dry.

"Was it scratched by a demon?"

"No, I'm the one who was infected in the first place. I didn't realize it at first, maybe I was a little more resistant...... But after all, it's not the lucky ones who are completely immune. So before you arrived, I noticed that I was infected. ”

"Compared to the vast majority of people who have fallen into demons in the first place, or who have been eaten by corpses or infected by scratches, I may be lucky to have survived for so long."

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

"But tonight is the limit. At that time, I was indeed dead after being killed by them...... However, my heart began to beat again soon after, and I crawled back from the brink of death, which meant that the power of the plague in my body was already throughout my body. ”

The fire burned more and more under the witch's control. At some point, his pupils were bloodshot, his skin was rotting muscles, and his teeth and nails were stained.

“…… Miss Edward, do you understand? ”

"You don't have to take me away, and you don't have to feel sorry for me...... Because I'm already a dead man. ”

Then, to Villeret's surprise, Mr. Director—whom she had not even known by name, but could only refer to him as such—had used the last of his strength to raise his hand, his fingertips like a sharp sword, aimed at his temple.

"I lie because I don't want to die in front of you, Miss Edward, and forgive me for my little selfishness. I wanted to do this for a long time, but I couldn't make up my mind because of my cowardice...... At least in front of you, I hope to remain human until the very end. But now, it seems, it's too late. ”

In the last moments of his life, his way of speaking was no longer intermittent, but very fluent and resolute, probably because he had already finished everything he wanted to say.

"You'll survive, Miss Edward..."

After saying this, he was silent for a while. The man exhaled deeply and made the last, and at the same time the bravest decision of his life. After leaving his last words, Mr. Director trembled and snapped his fingers.

And Violet could only watch all this, unable to do anything, unable to say anything.

With a "bang", the fragile temple was pierced, and the man didn't snort, and his body fell limply to the side, never to wake up again.

*

The wind howled in my ears.

The robe of the coat was difficult to resist the cold of the night, and the witch subconsciously wrapped the shawl on her body. Like a dandelion blown away, she moved lightly through the air, crossing one rooftop after another, repeating the process of floating up and landing.

Wizards may not have the extraordinary physical abilities of knights, but they can do similar things with the help of spells, such as the current Willett, who uses the power of the wind summoned by natural magic to make her body lighter than a feather. This magic is known as "Featherfall".

This time, Willett did not use a more advanced "flying technique" than the "Featherfall Technique". Because her threat is no longer the zombies, but a wizard who is likely to lurk in the shadows, a human with intelligence and greater strength than herself. With the use of flight, she is unable to dodge the magic from the ground in time, which is tantamount to a target.

- "Let's go, get out of here." ”

The last of the middle-aged man's voice echoed in her ears.

An indescribable feeling that she didn't want to think about it again. But this unhappy memory has always lingered in my mind.

Watching others die in front of her, she felt a heartfelt sense of powerlessness. This is mixed with the mood before falling asleep, and it grows even more.

"Duncan Davy betrayed Mr. Green and the tower? Is this true? Why on earth did he do this? ”

Villerett can only distract herself by thinking about other issues. However, this question, which has no answer for the time being, also makes me feel heavy.

Her friend...... Became a traitor enemy?

Violet didn't believe such a thing easily, but seeing the look and expression of Mr. Director, and the scene where the man finally committed suicide in front of her...... It's hard to think it's a lie.

Of course, other wizards probably wouldn't be as willing to trust strangers as she was. But even from the most sensible of the most rational directions, she was doing the right thing: if Duncan Davy was indeed a traitor, the only thing Violet should do was to get out of here, go back to the ladder, and relay the information to the higher-ups.

Her current positive strength is no longer the opponent of Duncan David, who has become a high-level wizard, and she must avoid the worst-case scenario of being killed.

And even if Duncan Davy wasn't a traitor, she would have survived more easily if she had left others behind and had no burdens. There will be no responsibility other than offending the other party afterwards. After all, she is only an intelligence provider, and she has no obligation to verify the authenticity.

Villerett reined in her thoughts. She didn't hesitate now, and ran wildly in the direction of the square she had seen during the day.

Closer, closer, closer—

Turning a few streets, she could already see the black patches at the end of her vision.

It was the walking dead clinging to each other like soldiers in the trenches.

The demons don't need to rest, they just wait for the dark wizard's orders. So there was no sign of falling asleep, and the terrible sound of heavy gasps, and the chilling sound of swallowing saliva, always hovered over the square.

Luckily, they haven't found themselves yet, and they're not coming like a tide.

Villerit weakened the wind around her and slowed her down.

For the rest of the distance, she needs to move forward cautiously not to be detected...

And in this moment.

In the dark night reflected in the girl's pupils, a shining fire instantly expanded—

Like the stars rising from the ground, the light rising from behind the witch illuminated the entire boundless darkness in an instant, and also illuminated the red eyes of the countless demons in front of them who longed for flesh and blood.