The battle below intensified.
But it ended with Marin's defeat.
Marin was no match for Esdeath.
Suppressed from start to finish.
Especially.
When Esdeath unleashed her second stage.
No fight was needed.
"Hm!"
Marin knelt on one knee, blood dripping beneath her mask.
"It seems."
"This is the end."
Esdeath's voice was calm. "You were a decent opponent."
"Specter?"
"No…"
Marin sensed something amiss.
What Esdeath wore looked like a Surplice but wasn't.
Though.
Surplices and the second-stage Demon Teigu battle garb.
Both were dark purple.
But the colors differed slightly.
Surplices were pure dark purple.
Demon Teigu garb mixed red into the dark purple.
Simply put.
Very demonic.
"A Saint…"
Akame, Kurome.
The sisters emerged from somewhere, curiously eyeing Marin.
Their first time seeing one.
"This is a Saint?"
Chelsea peeked from behind Akame, studying Marin, then said, "Esdeath, can we tie her up?"
"Just kill an opponent like this."
Esdeath, coldly, raised a hand, an ice sword forming.
Chelsea wagged a finger. "You don't get it."
"She's clearly a beauty."
"And."
"We might get valuable intel from her."
Chelsea's meaning was clear.
Hm!
She's worthy of being a dependent. Worth a try.
"…"
Marin stayed silent, not making threats. The terrifying ice had frozen her nearly completely.
She had little strength left.
"Enough."
"No games."
Najenda, in a fitted skirt suit, stepped forward, glancing at the kneeling Marin. "Akame, handle it. Remove her Eagle Silver Cloth."
Disarm!
Disarm!
"Yes, Boss."
Akame nodded calmly, drawing her Teigu.
One-Strike Kill: Murasame!
Murasame, a demon blade, inflicted cursed poison, killing swiftly.
Of course.
From Esdeath's experience, cutting off the poisoned part stopped the spread.
But.
That was before.
Now, transformed into a Demon Teigu.
Murasame had vastly improved.
Not just poison—it could imbue all negative effects.
Akame approached Marin, Murasame flashing.
Swoosh.
Marin felt a tiny cut on her arm, then her body collapsed, uncontrollable.
Weak.
Her Cosmo vanished entirely.
At that moment.
Marin opened her mouth but couldn't speak.
Kurome and Chelsea stepped forward, swiftly disarming Marin—not just the Eagle Silver Cloth but all her clothing.
Chelsea even inspected thoroughly.
One could say.
If looks could kill, Marin's glare would've slain Chelsea a thousand times.
"Why're you all staring?"
Chelsea looked up, noticing everyone's eyes, even Esdeath's, the sadistic queen, looking odd.
Chelsea put her hands on her hips. "Really, you don't get it. Sometimes, they hide things in special places."
She wagged a finger, implying their ignorance.
"…"
Akame and Kurome, both trained assassins, fell silent.
What to say?
Nothing!
As assassins, they followed a creed: eliminate all targets, mission complete.
Chelsea was different—she'd learned too much.
"Boss, what about the Cloth?"
Chelsea asked Najenda.
"This…"
Najenda wasn't sure.
Ker stepped forward, glancing at the lamb-like Marin, sighing. "Akame, Kurome, take her back."
"Alright."
The sisters lifted Marin, one in front, one behind.
It felt…
Like little demons abducting a monk?
Carrying her off.
Najenda asked, "Ker, what about the Cloth?"
Ker shook her head. "Don't bring Cloths to the Underworld. Each carries Athena's will, a beacon."
"If used to locate the Underworld."
"It could easily disrupt…"
"Sorry."
"I forgot."
"Lord Hades is a God-King. Athena can't do that."
"But."
"We should still be cautious."
Ker realized the key point, shaking her head and explaining.
"I see."
Chelsea nodded, then whispered to Ker, "The Silver Saint Marin—she'll be fine, right?"
"No issue."
"Good."
The battle at Hades' City concluded.
Leone was unaware.
Alistair and Persephone sensed it but chose not to let it dampen their mood.
The trio reached the seaside.
At the same time!
An island radiating holy majesty appeared before them.
"Andromeda Island?"
Alistair raised a brow, surprised to end up here.
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