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Chapter 112: The Thoughts of Ann and Isabella

The next afternoon, in a luxurious manor once owned by a new noble and now seized by the Second Legion, Ann and Isabella finally stirred awake at the same time.

The two had been unconscious since the previous day, a result of their extreme exhaustion. Lolth, in her haste, had overlooked the toll taken on them, causing their recovery to stretch out longer than expected.

Fortunately, there were no lingering side effects. When they awoke, both felt as if they had caught up on a week’s worth of sleep—refreshed and rejuvenated.

Their movements caught the attention of Kanor, who had been sitting nearby, quietly engrossed in a recipe book she’d found in Palgauro City. The little girl glanced up at the sound of rustling and saw Ann and Isabella sitting upright in their beds. She closed her book with a soft snap.

“You’re awake?” she asked, her voice calm and steady.

Ann and Isabella scanned their surroundings, recognizing the safety of their environment. Turning to Kanor, they immediately asked about the current situation.

“What time is it now?”

“Do you know what happened?”

Kanor nodded, confident in her response.

“Of course. Lord Lolth asked me to update you. It’s now afternoon—you’ve been unconscious for almost an entire day. As for the cultists, the danger has been taken care of by Her Excellency Shelldor.”

She paused before continuing.

“This manor was provided by Her Excellency Shelldor for our use. The logistics team from the Second Legion is tending to everything while we remain here. Lord Lolth needs time to gather the magical materials she requires, which will take about three more days. Until then, we’ll stay here.”

“As for Lord Lolth and Uncle Harper, they’ve gone to a celebratory feast hosted by Her Excellency Shelldor at a tavern in town. You were invited as well.”

“No, I’ll pass,” Isabella said with a sigh. “Being saved by that succubus and Shelldor… it’s embarrassing.”

Kanor hadn’t explicitly mentioned Lolth’s contributions, but Isabella understood the truth. The succubus had played a significant role in their rescue.

Isabella vividly recalled the moments before she lost consciousness. Ann had already fallen, and it was Lolth who stood firm, blocking Chyzh Winchester’s deadly attack.

Despite her own feelings of bitterness, she couldn’t deny the facts. The succubus she despised had saved her life, and her long-time rival, Shelldor, had eliminated her enemies.

As a knight, Isabella was honor-bound to acknowledge this truth.

Yet, the situation left her conflicted.

What am I doing?

She found herself fighting alongside the demon race, being saved by them, and yet… it didn’t feel wrong.

The cultists of “The Final Church” seemed far more evil than the demons. From the perspective of Palgauro City’s residents, it was clear who the true villains were.

Still, the internal struggle persisted.

This was the same Palgauro City where she had once dreamed of making her father proud, only to be saved by the very beings she had vowed to fight. The bitter realization made her resolve not to face Lolth or Shelldor, much less attend the feast.

Ann’s reasons for avoiding Lolth were simpler.

She couldn’t shake the feeling of failure.

I drew my sword again. Worse, I used ‘Purity.’

The decision had left her drained, rendering her useless for at least a month. Though her mind remained sharp, her body would be incapable of drawing the sword again during that time.

Once hailed as a genius epic swordsman of the Eastern Seven Kingdoms Federation, Ann now struggled to wield her blade without severe consequences.

Her disappointment mirrored Isabella’s, though for different reasons.

Yet, doubts gnawed at the edges of her mind.

Ever since that incident, my strength has been fractured. Every time I draw my sword, it takes months to recover, with excruciating pain that lingers for weeks.

Two years ago, she had faced a strange, legendary monster near Hillenbrand Town. Though the fight had been victorious, the aftermath left her wracked with pain and drained of all power. Even the mysterious landlady who cared for her could only provide temporary relief with a special Magic Potion.

But this time… things were different.

While her strength was still gone, the usual pain did not follow.

Could my condition be improving?

The thought made no sense. There was no logical reason for such a change. Unless…

Ann’s thoughts drifted back to her journey with Lolth.

She remembered the landlady’s cryptic words before she left.

“The Abyss and the demon race are far more fascinating than you imagine… and that succubus is no exception.”

“She might be able to break the curse that binds you. The question isn’t whether she can, but whether she will.”

“Go with her if you wish to wield your sword freely again. I wouldn’t lie to you about this.”

Reflecting on those words, Ann couldn’t help but wonder if the succubus had somehow helped her without her knowledge.

Am I indebted to her now?

It was a thought that left her both ashamed and uneasy. She had sworn never to ally with demons, yet here she was, relying on one.

Still, her journey had softened her views.

Perhaps working with the demon race isn’t a ‘fall from grace.’ They aren’t as monstrous as I once believed…

But even as she tried to rationalize her feelings, Ann’s heart remained a tangled mess.

Kanor watched the two women, their inner turmoil written across their faces. She shrugged, returning to her recipe book.

“Indeed, nobles and Superoperators are strange,” she muttered.

Meanwhile, Lolth—unaware of the storm of emotions she’d stirred in Ann and Isabella—was facing one of the greatest crises of her career as a Demon Army officer!

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