Chapter 192
It would be no exaggeration to say that Khal had specialized in hunting demons since his previous life.
He was the Demon King of Slaughter, the one who had committed fratricide against all of his own kind.
Conversely, for the Freemasons—the group of demon contractors who had become Khal’s prey—a nightmare was unfolding. No matter what they did, when, or where, Khal saw through their intentions and crushed them.
There is nothing more distressing—nothing more terrifying—than having your thoughts read by your enemy.
The contractor, who had gained power by offering his soul to a demon, struggled to open his eyes.
Crunch!
Above him, Khal was pressing down on his chest with enough force to shatter it.
“M-Monster…”
“Who is?”
“You… You bastard ruined all our plans!!!”
As if he still had some strength left, the man’s body was buried in a dark energy, attempting to tear Khal’s body to shreds.
Slash! Slice! Rip!
Flash!
At that moment, Hazel, who had been watching the scene, drew his sword and tore the black figure apart like a bolt of light.
“Aaaaaargh!”
The demon could not withstand the power and vanished on the spot. Khal spoke to Hazel, who was already sheathing his sword.
“You’ve improved a lot. I’d say you’ve surpassed Frua’s level now.”
“Please don’t compare me to that eccentric prince. I have no desire to be cut by a stray sword.”
Hazel responded with a completely serious expression.
Listening to their conversation from the side, Keira Stark scowled deeply.
“I’ve noticed this for a while, but you seem to use Frua as a combat measuring stick far too often. He’s already crawling at your feet now, so don’t be so harsh on him.”
