Everything slowed in this light halo, slowing down further, only Nelly’s heartbeat growing more urgent. She finally reached Karl Sas, seeing light emerging at his fingertips.
Nelly saw Karl Sas spread his arms, as if to embrace.
Her movement paused for a beat, but her momentum carried her forward.
The Demon King easily caught her weapon-wielding right hand, his cool fingers tightly encircling her wrist, blocking her movement. His right hand calmly reached to her waist, drawing out the black dagger.
Nelly’s pupils suddenly dilated, a scream locked in her deep throat, unable to escape.
She watched him raise his hand, flip his wrist, and plunge the black dagger that devours everything into his own chest.
Nelly was almost pressed against his chest, suddenly bathed in a gentle, fine light rain.
She was shaking all over, almost unable to stand: “You… you…” She seemed unable to say anything beyond these words.
Karl Sas looked down at her with compassion and tolerance, his scarlet lips parting to speak calm words: “I won’t let you bear the guilt of killing me.”
He curved the corners of his eyes, his flowing gaze like warmed fine wine, passionate and intoxicating. Her pale, panic-stricken shadow was inverted in the depths of his pupils, inexplicably filled with deep emotion.
Nelly jolted, murmuring in disbelief: “Just now… was all this to make me make up my mind?”
Karl Sas looked down, embarrassed like a child caught in a prank: “Did I still mess it up?”
Before his words faded, the demon king’s horns disappeared. He slightly raised his head, avoiding her gaze: “Like this… you can truly forgive me now, right?”
She gripped his collar tightly, almost screaming: “Impossible! Like this… I will never forgive you!” Her voice trembled: “Why! Why! You could have just let me feel guilty… why use that dagger! If you did that…”
She had never been so distraught, her voice rising before abruptly stopping, only a low moan escaping her throat. She could no longer speak, only questioning with tear-interrupted gazes, seeking an answer that could never bring her peace.
Kalsas tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear. His fingertips gradually became transparent, golden light particles dispersing. Naily hugged him tightly, then anxiously loosened her grip, afraid that too much force would make him slip away.
