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The woman suddenly gasped, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood.

She collapsed on the ground, weakened, and the girl in her arms rolled down clumsily.

Although she didn't react in time… because she was lucky enough, the attack hadn't hurt the girl in her arms.

For humans, a strike through the heart would have been enough to steal their life instantly. But for the Son of the Moon, it was merely a severe injury.

However, with her heart pinned, she couldn't transform into a bat to escape. She could only stand there feeling her life gradually slipping away, which became a torture.

"Save me..."

She cried out subconsciously.

But the moment her gaze met the girl's, she immediately realized how foolish her words had been.

"...Quick… run away…"

She quickly corrected herself.

And the young man merely glanced at her indifferently, completely ignoring her.

"You shouldn't do it like that, Miss Vinesse," he was just teaching the air, "The tip is too blunt, easy to be blocked. It's also more likely to miss the vital spot.

"You should make your shadow thinner, like needles. Then explode them after they've entered the body."

"— Like this?"

Accompanied by a hoarse and low voice, countless thin lines of shadow pierced the woman's body from all directions.

Then they suddenly expanded inside her—like transparent glass shards, blades erupted from within her.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Because blades protruded from her throat as well, blocking all sound.

She remained kneeling with her head held high, countless shadow blades sprouting all over her body. She looked like a piece of art, or some kind of potted plant.

"Not like that, a bit thicker, like sharp needles. Too thin and they're also prone to break," the young man continued to instruct.

And the Shadow Demoness humbly accepted the advice: "I understand."

The next moment, new shadow needles once again pierced through the woman's body, followed by blades protruding: "How about this?"

"Ah, that's almost right."

The woman's blood kept flowing, pooling into a shallow puddle beneath her.

And even so, she did not die easily, but her body visibly turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was not the pallor of anemic humans, but a colorless, statue-like, dry white.

Until all her blood was drained, then she fully transformed into a grayish-white sculpture marked with expressions of pain and despair.

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The young man tapped on the statue as if knocking on a door. It collapsed straight down, turning into a pile of dust.

Only then did the young man turn back to the girl with interest: "Aren't you running away?"

"Even if I run, I won't be able to escape. This is the Shadow Demon, and I am only at the Second Power Level. Trying to escape would be too insulting to the Shadow Demon."

The girl shrugged her shoulders, flashing a cute smile: "Hello, Miss Alai. I am Prohibition—can we cooperate?"

This was not just a greeting.

She was attempting to use a special victory condition—identifying the identities of all remaining players at the endgame.

And this young man with the Shadow Demon was surely the Transcendent "Miss Alai."

But after these words were spoken, the settlement did not occur.

This made Prohibition's heart sink.

Does that mean...there are others still alive?

"You can try to convince me in three sentences."

The young man chuckled lightly, answering in a low voice.

"You are very talented, but I can be sure you're not part of the Rose Cross Society, though I could introduce you…"

"— You have two sentences left."

The young man interrupted Prohibition's speech.

Without any sign of annoyance at being interrupted, without any pause, Prohibition naturally switched to another topic: "I haven't seen anyone else here who might still be alive, or who hasn't escaped. It looks like it's just the two of us left."

"So what?" the young man countered.

"If you kill me, you might actually fail."

Prohibition earnestly replied: "Because..."

And just then, a mocking smile crossed the young man's face.

Prohibition's heart skipped a beat, realizing she had said something wrong.

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Is it Mr. Grey? Miss Alai just trusts that Mr. Grey is still alive?

But...

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She could be sure that Alai hadn't seen anyone else. And in the lounge, no one resembling Grey had been seen by Prohibition...

I see, the Path of Adaptation? He has already silently merged into his new identity.

Then she might have already come into contact with Miss Alai.

—No, maybe that Earthbound Spirit was released by her!

Prohibition quickly pondered this in her heart, realizing something.

Shadow Demons aren't invincible to the Sons of the Moon—actually, it could be said that Sons of the Moon don't really fear Shadow Demons.

Because Shadow Demons lack the lethal power of Light and Fire that Sons of the Moon dread most. The corrosive effect of shadow damage doesn't work on Sons of the Moon, who can only be slowly killed through physical means such as bleeding. And with the Sons of the Moon's high-speed mobility, they can easily kill the host of a Shadow Demon...

Of course, that's why she summoned the Earthbound Spirit to prevent the Sons of the Moon from gathering together!

A second-power-level young Demon Scholar who has contracted with a Shadow Demon, as well as a Transcendent of the Path of Adaptation who can control Earthbound Spirits and is adept at various Illusion Techniques... What a terrifying combination of genius assassins!

Prohibition immediately felt a chill in her heart. But then she was delighted.

She realized deeply that this was no longer just about an advancement ceremony.

If such talent could be recruited, then this attempt, even if a failure, would still be rewarding—

After all, her main Path also did not aim to advance to the Sixth Power Level, that was too dangerous. The negative effects of soul damage usually only affect the progression from fourth to fifth, and reaching the Fourth Power Level on her second Path was also about enough...

From this perspective, she could actually accept death.

Thoughts raced through Prohibition's mind, yet in reality, only a moment had passed.

She immediately called out, "Wait a moment, don't kill me, I have something important to say!

"The White Dove Opera House in Leipzig! Tell the manager, 'I want to see the male singer who performed here last month', and when the manager says 'I'm sorry, we don't have his contact details', you say 'He knows me, we became friends at a club'. He'll give you my contact details—"

"Are you done?"

The young man asked in response.

The girl then showed a harmless and friendly smile, "You can go back and ask around, I am Count Leipzig. My reputation is quite good in various circles, very wealthy and willing to donate to others... Of course, if you are willing to sell me a promotion spot, I can offer you a generous reward for it, just don't kill me..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was pierced by a shadow.

First, one that penetrated her heart—followed by countless shadow blades that immediately turned her into a sea urchin.

Prohibition lost her life instantly.

But as she lost consciousness, she actually felt relieved.

Finally, she had said everything that needed to be said...

And watching the girl die before her eyes, Lily pondered for a moment.

—Anyway, I'll report back to the young master after getting out.

"Are you going to continue hunting?"

Lily asked the younger version of Miss Shadow Demon, "Now is a time of chaos."

"Of course I am."

Shadow Demon replied hatefully.

Lily's shadow violently expanded and distorted, with saw teeth, tentacles, and blades surfacing uncertainly from within.

Shadow Demon let out a low roar like that of a lion, "I'm going to kill all these monsters—"

"—And most importantly,

"To kill the monster that stole my name, 'Beyard'!"

Just then, in the underground chamber used for external communication.

Beyard and Aiwass were there.

Beyard sat in the only seat in the Ritual Array, while Aiwass sat upon her. She looked as though Beyard was holding a doll.

And around the room, white ashes like snow were scattered all about.

Director Cornelius stood at the door, his face showing distress, confronting the smiling Beyard.

"Miss Beyard, what is the meaning of this?"

"The meaning is..."

Beyard chuckled lightly, "I'm just curious, do you like sending people in one by one to check up on things?"

Alice appeared silently behind Director Cornelius.