"I am very sure of it," the lesser demon snarled.
"You were also one of the nobles present that night. That means you must be killed according to the blood which was used to summoned us to this realm."
Rowan's expression didn't change.
"Don't get cocky," he replied calmly. "Your regeneration is already failing. And now I'm certain—one hundred percent certain this was Lady Aria doing."
The demon laughed.
"And where is she now?"
"She's dead," Rowan said flatly.
Silence followed.
The demon's grin widened.
"Yes," it said. "She is. And more importantly—our Lord is here too."
Rowan's eyes narrowed.
"He has come to this world. To the human realm. There is no one stronger than him here—no one."
Rowan took a step forward.
"Who is your boss?"
The demon sneered.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Speak," Rowan said coldly.
The demon opened its mouth—
Rowan moved.
In a single blur, his sword flashed.
The demon's right arm was severed.
Before it could scream, the left arm followed.
