### Chapter 39: Unstoppable (Part 2)
Caw—
In the night sky, a raven let out a raspy cry.
The pitch-black bird swooped down unexpectedly from the darkness, suddenly appearing. Emily lay in the snow, her neck twisted at an odd angle, dark red bl**d spilling from her mouth, and her wide-open eyes seemed to witness something incredibly unbelievable.
The raven landed “whoosh” on her slowly rising chest, looked around, then lowered its head, tilting it to stare at the woman’s filthy, distressed face, letting out two eerie calls as if to mock her. In its gaze, a ruby-like gleam flickered to life.
Meanwhile, Ramiel noticed the red glow in the girl’s eyes slowly fading.
It seemed that only then did she realize Emily was back on the ground, still breathing but unable to move. Her expression remained calm, though her brow furrowed slightly in uncertainty as she tilted her head. She then stood up from the ice platform, peering down: “What… did you just say?”
After staring at the woman on the ground for a moment, she turned back to the Sword Demon: “Did that lady just insult me?”
With that, she gracefully leaped off the ice and landed lightly on the snow, her right toe touching the ground, and with a resounding “crack,” the ice platform above shattered like a mirror, scattering countless glittering shards.
The Sword Demon instinctively took several steps back upon seeing the ice crystals.
“She was wishing Lady Catherine well,” the Sword Demon said expressionlessly.
“…”~
The girl remained expressionless, nodding.
She walked straight over to the “fallen” woman beside her, peered down for a moment, and saw the woman’s mouth opening and closing, letting out weak “ah ah” sounds. The large pupils in her wide-open eyes were dilating, and the sword wounds on her body, not yet fully healed, began to burn anew. Without the miracle’s power, the injuries expanded again, the bl**d staining the cloak a deeper brown.
The woman’s body trembled, her breath coming short and erratic. That was presumably an instinctive reaction to pain, but her consciousness seemed completely oblivious to it as she stared blankly at the incredibly deep night sky, completely unaware of the small girl nearby.
“Looks like I accidentally killed her,” the girl said casually, as if she’d just stepped on a worm while walking outdoors.
“What did you do to her?”
Once the ice crystals had all fallen to the ground, the Sword Demon felt it was safe enough to walk over. She looked down at the woman, puzzled about how she ended up like this.
Ramiel was equally baffled.
How is this possible…?
What just happened?
Can someone please tell him what happened just now?
Why couldn’t Emily throw that punch? How could she just inexplicably fall from the air?
That special patient had only looked at her once.
Emily was about to d*e…
Just from one glance, she was going to d*e!
What a joke…
Ramiel stood there, tense, fists clenching with a “crack” as he saw his companion collapse to the ground, just a few arrow steps away from him, barely holding on to life. He prepared to rush over to save her; he absolutely had to save her, or leaving this place alone would be nearly impossible.
But his legs refused to listen; he couldn’t move even an inch.
And that special patient hadn’t looked his way since warning him with her eyes upon arrival.
“Speaking of which…”
The girl didn’t answer what she had done to Emily. She suddenly raised an eyebrow, turning to the Sword Demon and saying, “Aren’t you supposed to ask her something, like ‘leave a life behind’?”
“It’s fine.”
The Sword Demon gently shook her head, glancing at the broken sword in her hand and then at her fur coat, which was now dirty and torn—large patches of white fur burned and crispy. That seemed to dampen her spirits, and after a moment, she continued, “I know this woman, her name is Emily. The man over there is Ramiel. They’re high-ranking members of the Holy Song, involved in the operation to capture you in Woodward Forest.”
Ramiel’s head went “buzz” as his heart sank.
d*mn…
He saw that special patient finally directing her attention towards him after hearing the Sword Demon’s words.
Their gazes locked.
He saw the coldness in her eyes and felt a hint of murderous intent emanating from her.
That murderous aura seemed palpable, momentarily causing a sharp pain to flash across his face.
“Is that so…”
The girl said, looking at him with an expressionless face.
Thump thump…
Thump thump.
Ramiel could hear his heart racing like crazy.
Calm down…
Calm down.
No matter what, he had to save Emily first, or she really would d*e here.
Once she died, the next moment would be his.
Buzz—
In an instant, his thoughts raced, and his mind began to steady. The man forced himself to remain calm, knowing perfectly well this was a life-and-d*ath moment. The clearer his mind, the better. Once again, the miracle’s light shone in his palm, a sharp blade forming in an instant. Ramiel raised the trembling blade high and, suddenly, plunged it into his own thigh!
Thud.
Crimson bl**d splattered spectacularly in the girl’s slightly surprised gaze and the harsh expression on the man’s face.
The intense pain instantly cleared his mind like a slap.
In a moment, Ramiel vanished from his spot and reappeared behind the Sword Demon. In the split second, he recalled what had just happened: that special patient’s eyes glowed with red light, and the instant she looked, Emily had collapsed as if enchanted. She was still alive but seemed to have lost all perception of the outside world. That power felt somewhat familiar—a bit like the Eye of Wisdom.
A terrifying ability that could trap someone in an illusion…
Moreover, the moment the girl activated her power, she too froze in place until that raven flew in and her eyes glowed red, then she seemed to break free from some kind of “restriction,” the light in her eyes gradually fading.
Even if it was just for a brief moment, Ramiel didn’t understand why but noticed that since the raven landed on Emily’s chest and its eyes shone with red light, it had remained frozen there, almost not moving at all.
…Take out the raven!
At the very least, if he could get it out of that weird state, there was a good chance Emily would regain her ability to act.
Thinking that, Ramiel turned, dodging a punch thrown by the Sword Demon, drew out a short sword from his waist, but chose not to counterattack immediately. Instead, he slashed the sword toward the raven perched on Emily’s chest, the wind from the blade howling as if to slice through the woman as well—Ramiel wasn’t afraid of hurting her again; if things were as he guessed, as long as Emily didn’t lose her head, she wouldn’t truly d*e—and if not, she was dead anyway.
He was betting everything on this!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz!
The miracle’s brilliance burst forth around him, enveloping his body in a soft halo of light. The Sword Demon’s punch struck the light barrier, dissipating like mud in the ocean; ripples spread from the point of impact, and the man in the golden light remained unmovable, the short sword poised to strike the raven—exactly as he had predicted, the bird stayed frozen, its eyes still glowing red, waiting foolishly for d*ath.
Swish!
The short sword struck the raven, the blade penetrating its belly, and with a “plop,” it sank deeply into the soft flesh of the woman’s right breast.
Done!
Ramiel showed a trace of delight.
Was it really that simple…?
He was a bit incredulous. As the short sword swung through the air, his other hand had already felt the mediator ball in his pocket, planning to shift positions again as soon as that special patient made a move—yet she didn’t make a move.
Had she not reacted in time? No, that’s not right.
Ramiel abruptly raised his head.
He saw the girl standing very close by, half-smiling yet not smiling, showing no intention of attacking him. Her starry eyes merely watched him with great curiosity.
