I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 409

Chapter 116: Win the Weak Body

The last image projected by magic was a massive mushroom cloud blooming for the second time, followed by nothing but a grayish white.

Clearly, even the familiar responsible for the projection was obliterated in that terrifying blow.

The mages below had long lost their initial smugness and had begun an endless debate in fear and anxiety.

The battle that should have been a sure win had suffered such a heavy blow, and the Purple Magic School had so many strange spells at their disposal. Most critically, the head of the Purple Magic School was actually a demon!

Although it had been over a hundred years since anyone had fought against demons, the chilling truth still awakened a primal fear deep within them for these bloodthirsty otherworlders.

At the round table floating in the air, the faces of the heads of the various schools were looking as gloomy as ever.

With the battle going poorly and the appearance of demons, it severely undermined the credibility of the entire association.

Brenny’s face was as stern as water: “I said long ago that we shouldn’t have attacked rashly; it would have been much more prudent to work with the Church.”

Draco, clad in a green robe, yawned: “But if we let the Church get involved, knowing there’s a demon among us, we’ll have even less face left, won’t we?”

“Face… is now the time to be talking about that?! That’s a demon! Shouldn’t we be organizing reinforcements quickly to deal with this threat to humankind?!” The weak-looking youth, White, became agitated, his face turning red.

“That being said, attacking rashly might not be wise.” Barklis stroked his beard and said with a serious sigh, “We’ve underestimated our opponent too much.”

“The self-proclaimed Diabolus demon must know we’re watching, yet still revealed its identity. It’s confidence is unsettling. It isn’t afraid of reinforcements. Sending out reinforcements in a hurry might actually play into its hands…”

Lying back in his chair, Draco suddenly grinned meaningfully: “Or maybe there are other traitors among us, trying to slow down the reinforcements to support it.”

At this remark, the faces of everyone in the association changed.

Barklis’s smile slightly faltered, and his gaze grew cold.

“Mr. Draco, with such a major matter at hand, I advise you to choose your words carefully.”

“Tsk, I was just saying it casually… Don’t be so tense, don’t be so tense, everyone keep chatting.”

“By that logic, doesn’t it mean every one of us is a suspect…” White’s face paled in fear.

The discussion became deadlocked, the atmosphere grew stiff, and everyone began to eye each other warily, each with their own thoughts.

Until a calm voice shattered their silence.

“Gentlemen, discussing this now is pointless.”

“Regardless, we cannot disregard the demons, and the allied forces have not been completely defeated, so things aren’t that bad.”

The sage, Booker, who had personally fought against demons, had the qualifications to overshadow anyone present. Even without much direct authority, he wielded enough respect and persuasive power.

At this moment, Reid, the head of the Red Magic School, also spoke: “No matter what the demons intend to do, we must not let them succeed.”

“We must send out reinforcements as soon as possible!”

At least on this matter, the heads of the various schools reached a consensus.

But Sage Booker didn’t fall silent; instead, he directed his gaze toward the shadow of the corner.

“Eik, your prized student Leanna is safe, yet you don’t seem very happy.”

At this, everyone turned their attention to the shadow in the corner.

Although no one had pointed it out earlier, among them, if there really were a traitor, the black magician who had ascended to extraordinariness using demon blood was undoubtedly the most suspicious one.

Eik’s voice turned hoarse and sarcastic: “As expected of the great sage, you can actually tell my mood through a shadow.”

“Even if she’s safe for now, the opponent is a demon, and the future looks grim.”

“Or should I applaud the incompetence of all of you present? We shouldn’t be in such a predicament if we had determined our opponent’s true identity beforehand!”

Barklis angrily retorted: “Eik! I advise you to watch your tone! Don’t forget, you are the most suspicious here…”

“Ha, I help you clean up your mess, and now when something happens, you come to blame me? You’re as shameless as ever!”

The head of Black Magic immediately stood up, turning into smoke, leaving behind a deafening shout.

“I’m afraid I cannot stay any longer!”

All accusatory glances fell upon Barklis, who looked utterly aggrieved, his beard drooping.

Meanwhile, Sage Booker’s gaze was solemn, lost in thought.

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Inside the Auditorium of the Cassandra Family Mansion.

A beautiful woman with purple hair and violet eyes lay lifeless in the center of the altar.

However, the kneeling Diabolus had no time to pay her any attention now.

Two shadows hovered above his head.

One shadow contained a blazing magical flame, outlining a large and regal figure.

That was the lord Diabolus served, one of the four great kings just below the Demon King, the Flame Demon, Ifrit.

“After over a decade of planning, you were supposed to offer me the bloodline of the [Imperial Serpent]. How did this farce happen?”

Before Diabolus could answer his lord’s inquiry, an aging figure in another shadow, the head of Black Magic just finished with the meeting, chuckled coldly.

“My lord, isn’t it obvious? Your subordinates don’t seem as reliable as you expected.”

“Human! It’s clearly your intel that was flawed! It’s one thing for Leanna to rise faster than anticipated, but what about that adventurer? You didn’t mention such a character would show up!” Diabolus looked up, his eyes wide with fury.

“A mere adventurer shouldn’t be a problem. The cadre of demons is not so weak.”

“Hmph, don’t think you can…”

“Enough.”

A weary sigh echoed as a terrifying wave of explosive heat surged forth, causing both arguing parties to hold their breath.

“Unexpected events are always unavoidable, thus there are no flawless plans. But…”

Glancing at Diabolus’s damaged right arm, the Flame Demon abruptly shifted his tone.

“Injuries are not disgraceful; the disgrace lies in defeat. The Demon Race does not need losers.”

“Answer me, Diabolus, is the human who injured you still alive?”

Diabolus felt a terrifying force emanating from the projection, as if his heart were being tightly gripped by the fiery demon’s palm, causing a scorching pain.

That was the unequal contract bestowed upon him by the demon lord.

Essentially, it was equivalent to the cultists who offered their lives and those of others to earn the favor of an evil god.

Beyond a select few bloodlines, any extraordinary power came at a price.

It was both a reward for power and a shackle on life.

This allowed Diabolus to wield magical flames while simultaneously being under the control of the Flame Demon. With just a thought, the demon could burn him to ashes.

For the demon race, losers were reduced to dust, unworthy to serve their lord anymore.

But Diabolus, instead, grinned.

“My lord, rest assured, that human who risked everything for a strike isn’t even a match for my fatal wound.”

“With the frail body of a low-tier extraordinary being, he’s bled out by now!”

Generally, at the same level, a human’s physique is weaker than that of a demon. Let alone sustained such severe injuries, even being thrown into a holy water pool wouldn’t save him.

Not to mention a human, not even a demon or a dragon would survive being pierced through the chest.

Upon hearing this, the Flame Demon nodded slightly.

Diabolus confirmed the pain in his heart subsided, and he quietly sighed in relief.