'I want to rip him apart!'
Anger exploded inside Asmodeus. He gripped the air and took a long sigh while gazing around himself. More than fifty maids remained with their daggers and blades, all with black eyes and movement that looked ridiculous.
'It's not a curse, it's possession.'
He could sense a strong, thick, and dense mana that felt like it could crush his soul, and it was all around him. The idea that it might be a curse was close... this felt similar to the necromancer's power, but much stronger.
'He's using them as a shield...'
"Thank god I didn't bring anyone with me..." Grasping his axe, Asmodeus pointed to the maids. "Come on then! Let's fight!"
The maids moved forward, their movements slow and jerky as if they were puppets on strings, before suddenly lunging at him like wild beasts, slicing at his face and chest with sharp daggers.
'They're so weak!'
Even without wearing armour, he felt little danger.
