The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 153

Just moments ago, Anette had begged Sylphid to let her meet the Demon King immediately, offering all of her spirit power—and even her own lifespan if that still wasn’t enough.

Having dealt twice already with this Inkheart-born troublemaker, Sylphid tried to calm her, asking what she’d accomplish by meeting the Demon King and reminding her she’d need to save enough strength left to kill her enemy—and fortunately, his words got through.

Sylphid channeled Anette’s spirit power at an appropriate level, causing wings to sprout from their horses, and thus a journey that would have taken ten days was shortened to three.

Neither the joy of achievement nor the title of Spirit Caller—the first in centuries to summon the Spirit King—moved her. While others rejoiced at this sign that the gods had not yet abandoned them despite the Demon King’s appearance, she remained unmoved.

“The Demon King, the harbinger of the apocalypse, has appeared—but we won’t meekly accept the end. Rumor has it other nations have also received prophecies and begun to act.”

“If the Demon King has truly appeared, it’s no longer just the Empire’s problem. Support from foreign powers would be a great help in our current situation.”

Amid people seeking their own glimmers of hope, Anette still wore an expression as if she were about to kill someone—or kill herself.

After people had pulled Anette away from Darius’s corpse, she held his sword tightly against her chest, silently stroking it without a word.

“The capital is in sight. We’re almost there.”

A faint glimmer passed across Anette’s face and vanished. I must avenge Darius. I’ll kill the Demon King. And then…

“All the demon mages that covered Inkheart have gathered over there.”

Lord Lucien replied, frowning.

As they swiftly advanced from the north toward the capital, they witnessed battles breaking out everywhere along the way.

Monsters and humans were fighting everywhere—but this place was different. The territory beneath the black clouds, where the demon mages resided, was unnaturally gloomy, as if a boundary had been drawn, and nothing living could be seen.

It meant even monsters couldn’t survive in this land of death.

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