The young dragon’s ears twitched. As if signaling, giant hailstones rained down from the magic circles floating in the air, threatening to engulf the two demons.

Furniture that was too late to avoid the collision broke apart mercilessly, and the sturdy mineralmade floor was torn up.

The staggering knights, Elysia who was coughing up blood while clutching her stomach, and Evelia who had momentarily retreated to avoid the magic circle. They all watched the faintly shining tiny ice particles with a glimmer of hope.

Someone murmured softly. Had they survived?

The flapping of Enril’s wings in the air suddenly stopped. Whether it was the wings that stopped first, or the blade that pierced Enril’s fluffy back, no one could tell.

“Enril!”

Evelia ran over and caught the falling young dragon.

The young dragon looked at her savior with cloudy eyes. She had a mountain of debts to repay, but with her weak power, she could not even repay the worth of a single tree.

I’m sorry, put me down, I’ll try somehow, she tried to say, but her voice wouldn’t come out.

Although the wound from the blade wasn’t large, she had cast a large amount of magic beyond her given existence, despite her young body.

The two demons, who had suffered countless wounds in the process of breaking down the dragon’s magic, frowned as they looked at Enril held in Evelia’s arms.

“What is that? What kind of creature is it?”

“That’s a, dragon. There’s no other creature that could endlessly cast this level of magic. We need to kill it, before it grows any more.”

As Plauros charged towards them, Evelia’s silaphae blocked his way and began to cast a sharp wind, trying to prevent him from approaching.

The silaphae, who had been casting gusts of wind that could tear skin, was simultaneously attacked by both a sword and a spear. Silaphae, which had directly received the attack from the two demons, was dispersed into the wind, and blood trickled down from Evelia’s mouth.

Without mercy, the demons’ attack pierced through the place where Silaphae had been summoned. Charon took Silaphae’s place in front of Evelia.

Charon fended off all the sword strikes raining down on him and struggled in between the two demons. In this place, there was no one else but Charon who could stop the two demons, even for a moment.

“So, so, annoying.”

The demon Plauros, who was resisting fairly well, Elysia, who was trying to summon spirits again, the knights and servants who were clutching their swords despite their injuries, and Charon. Seeing them, Plauros drew hundreds of spears.

“If we don’t finish this quickly, it will be, be problematic.”

To the demon specialized in hunting, the humans before him were no different than prey trapped in a cage.

An uncountable number of spears soared into the air. There was no escape. The launched spears spiraled and spread in all directions, surrounding the people inside.

A spear that would cause one’s arm to tingle just by blocking it.

There was no way to block all of them.

…It was over.

As the end was nearing, there was a strange calm inside.

Everyone’s eyes were on Evelia. The unbending girl was still standing tall.

Kwadddududuck.

With a massive booming sound, the spears rained down like a downpour.

The servants and knights. Elysia and Enril. Everyone there didn’t try to avoid it. Instead, they threw their bodies in front of it without hesitation.

Here, in front of the one person they had to protect.

In front of Evelia, who had now fully become their master.

A harsh scent of blood brushed past the small nose of Evelia, who was sitting down blankly looking around.

Who survived, who died. She couldn’t tell.

Everyone who fell was soaked in blood, but Evelia only suffered minor scratches.

“Ah…”

The still young girl instinctively sought out the one she could rely on the most.