Login Required

The King, having finished the sixth battle, no longer moved.

At the end of the powerful, red line of fire extending from Coai's body, the King, pierced through and killed, was letting its blood-mixed bodily fluids soak into the earth.
The force of the dripping was weak, indicating that some time had passed since the piercing.

Coai felt a sense of fatigue and exhaustion... For now, she tried to return the blood spear that seemed to have been released from her own body. However, only a very small part of it returned to her body as blood.

Was she too late in dispelling the technique, or was the magic used to shape the blood too powerful?
The exact reason was unclear.
Judging from the state of the sky, she could predict that not even an hour had passed since the technique's activation. But she could only tell vaguely.
Because she could feel her own exhaustion, she could guess that she had unconsciously poured excessive magic into the blood technique. But she didn't know if the solidification of the blood was a result of that.
However, since a small amount of blood had returned, there was no doubt this phenomenon was caused by her own technique.

In any case, it was the first time in Coai's long life that she had unconsciously activated a blood technique and been able to recognize its traces.
"When I get back to the castle, I should try a few things..." Just as she thought that, her attention turned to the King's corpse.

The King's corpse, which had once shone silver, was now dull, like a pincushion made from scraps of old cloth.
Having died, it seemed it would no longer return to its original... human woman's body.
The other corpse retained its human form; the humans would probably take care of it somehow. But the King's corpse was a different matter.

In that case, should she dispose of it as the "King of the Demonic Beasts" this time as well?

Coai thought so, but then she realized she didn't know what happened last time.
She remembered the King's aide taking the body, but after that... she had no idea where or how it was buried.

What should she do?
She had a memory of one of her subordinates talking about burying someone who died in battle in their home's garden... but who was that?