Eve had never had the concept of demons as clear as she does today—Alan Jacques, though an elusive man, was powerful enough to amaze mortals. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info As his mind moved, the nightmares around him suddenly erupted, regathering on his body at a breakneck speed.

"Hmm...... I really don't want to do it again...... "The erosion of the nightmare is not something to be nostalgic for, and even if it is the second time to face it, Alan Jacques already feels that his consciousness has begun to weaken. Eve pointed her sword at his heart, unaware that her hand was shaking, and in fact, her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, which was an instinctive reaction from her body's signal to quickly get away from the dangerous creature in front of her.

Yes, Eve felt fear, whether it was the spread of nightmares or the healing of demons, it was too desperate for her. She put everything about herself on Alan Jacques, the part of him who he was. If he goes on a rampage early, he'll be easily torn apart, and if he strikes too soon, Kelredan will be ruined.

Alan Jacques' injuries slowly healed. No, it's not so much healing as it is regeneration, and even the broken left arm has regrown. But as he said before, the erosion of his will by nightmares is something he can't resist. As his strength regained, the sparkle of humanity in his eyes became more and more dim.

Alan Jacques's body trembled slightly, and Eve immediately became alert. "Jaime?" panicked, she subconsciously called out the name. Hearing the name, Alan Jacques's body stiffened, and then, he lifted his face, which had been distorted by pain, into an extremely ugly smile.

"Huh...... I can't hold it anymore, my lady. He said. "Don't wait any longer, now, do it!" he suddenly quickened his movements, and nightmares seemed to boil into his body like a wolf.

Eve didn't think much of it, and seeing that his body was getting closer and closer to being inhuman, Eve pushed Andra to his chest. But to her surprise, Andra failed to stab into Eren Jacques's body, as if its sharp blade was gone.

Eve tried to pull her sword out, but found that she couldn't use it. She suddenly realized that she had been able to fight the demon before, thanks to Andra's ability, and when she really faced him, she couldn't move freely - the instinctive fear overwhelmed her.

The nightmare had been completely re-inhaled by Alan Jacques. His size began to swell, his face became more and more distorted, and his expression became more and more hideous. He grabbed Eve's hands with his newfound left hand, as if he were going to break them.

Eve didn't even close her eyes, she just looked at Andra in a daze, not thinking about anything. Suddenly, she felt something cold across her cheeks, tears, and for some reason, she left a teardrop.

Immediately after, the unexpected happened. The sharp claws that exuded a murderous aura gently swept across her cheeks, brushing away the tears for her. She looked up at Alan Jacques and saw that he hadn't fully transformed into what he had been, at least, his eyes were human. After that, Eve felt a tremendous force in her hand, and Alan Jacques used it to send Andra into her heart.

Andra, who had been silent, began to be frantically agitated the moment she came into contact with Alan Jacques again. Before Eve could react, she felt a huge force coming from her hand and spreading throughout her body, and Eve only felt a sudden sharp pain behind her, and then she lost consciousness.

Wine, Eve took a sip of the liquid in front of her, and found that it was wine, and it tasted good. Sitting next to him were Orlando, who was singing softly in a voice that he could hear, Arthur was talking to Uncle Nick, and judging by the flush on his face, he had drunk a lot, and Vivi was dancing a strange dance that she didn't know where she had learned. Eve smiled unconsciously, and she turned her head to look to the other side, where Cagua was clumsily rejecting an invitation from a young girl, and Fennel picked up a cherry and put it in her mouth.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder, and Eve turned to see that it was the Duke of Rum, who was holding a plate of roast chicken, and he asked Eve to take one of them, and he was accompanied by a dwarf and a big man, who were fighting for a meal. Eve looked at them with a smile and felt incomparably warm in her heart.

"Come on!" Suddenly, a familiar figure waved at her, inviting her to join them in their game. For some reason, Eve couldn't see who he was, but she was so moved that a tear unconsciously fell from the corner of her eye.

"I'll ......," Eve whispered, and then, desperately, she rushed to the figure, wanting to throw herself into his arms and feel his warmth. "I'll just come...... Don't go......," said Eve, who had already burst into tears, but the figure was getting farther and farther away from her. Who is he? Eve can't remember, who is he? Why do I feel so sad?

Someone gently brushed away her tears, and Eve looked up, but saw nothing, only a white light, shining in front of her. "I wish we hadn't met this way...... the white light gradually dissipated, leaving only silence.

"Wait!" Eve reached out, failing to catch the light or the ceiling in front of her. Eve looked at her bandaged hands, and she realized that she had been in a dream, and now she was lying on her silk bed.

She looked out the window, it was night, and Belle was lying on top of her, sleeping deeply. Eve didn't want to wake her, so she resisted the urge to roll straight out of bed. "Did I succeed?" Eve recalled the details of the battle, but she found herself unable to remember what had happened after Alan Jacques had helped her kill herself. But since he is lying here well, it is clear that he has succeeded.

Eve lay back down, a sharp pain coming from her back, and she snorted, as if her back had been hurt by a bow or arrow, or something. Eve suddenly thought to herself, could it be Arthur who accidentally injured herself?

Hehe, this thought made Eve's tense nerves all relax. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.