20. Self Pitty

“Buahahahaha, I can’t wait to wipe the floor with you and proceed to loafing around!” declared Belphegor, ready at any time to bring down the unholy punishment to this innocent land. “In fact, I start to feel the mood for it now, yawn…”

Francesca opened one of her eyes to peek at the latest situation. Belphegor was still standing there but something seemed off with him. The energy ball he held slowly started to get smaller and dissipating. His expression also somehow began to show drowsiness, until finally he closed his eyes and proceeded to doze off on the spot as the vitality seeped out of his body, leaving him laying defencelessly on the ground.

"Sis Fran, what happened? Does it mean we’re safe?” asked Arwen worriedly.

“I hope so. Looks like my little gamble paid off. I laced my dagger with a potent melatonin toxin that looks like it’s working for now,” answered the huntress. “I can’t use any other toxin since I’m worried about affecting Devon’s wellbeing.”

But their relief didn’t
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