Gerald spat out several mouthfuls of blood, speaking intermittently: “Fate is truly… infinite… but… it’s enough… destroy it…”
Nelly was stunned for a moment before realizing he was speaking to her. She gripped her dagger and responded: “Okay.”
The white-robed magician seemed to finally be at peace, completely lying down. He cast his gaze toward the ceiling, speaking in an almost inaudible volume: “I want to… see the Sage’s Tower one more time…”
He took a difficult breath, his whole body trembling, his eyes remaining open, still staring at the Sage’s Tower scene only he could see, motionless.
Nelly took several deep breaths, realizing she was trembling all over. She glanced back; Calsas was still in a stalemate with the magic barrier, and the Duchess could only be dealt with by her.
Ifa, without a weapon, had killed Gerald. Nelly stared at her exposed white fingertips, asking coldly: “What exactly is this gear?”
Ifa, clasping her hands to her chest, smiled: “Isn’t it clear? This is the truth of the world, the truth you want to investigate.” She raised her hand, sending the Demon King flying backward, crashing into the stone wall before barely propping himself up.
Nelly gripped her dagger tighter, observing Calsas’s situation, and asked: “You could have killed me just now, so why didn’t you?”
“Oh my, that won’t do,” the Duchess laughed, “Because you are the only hope of stopping the Demon King.”
“Heh,” Nelly sneered, “Didn’t you just stop him?”
Lady Ifa looked helpless: “I can only suppress him here. Such a naughty child, always lawless once outside.”
Nelly calculated her attack methods and chances of success but found it difficult to decide.
The other party clearly didn’t want to harm her; rashly attacking might mean certain death. She at least needed to understand the monster-like spiral gear formation… and then destroy it.
The Duchess seemed to see through Nelly’s inner turmoil, releasing a low laugh and walking to the invisible barrier as if no one was around, touching the smooth shield, turning to Calsas with a smile: “With the living sacrifice and priest both present, it would be a shame not to give a speech.”
As she spoke, she easily passed through the barrier, turning dramatically.
In that instant, the gears simultaneously stopped, the intense light suddenly dimming.
