The warrior stared at the Demon King, spitting out blood-mixed phlegm. Just now, the Demon King’s castle and the Demon King were blown away by the sword of the Guardian Knight, but the Demon King was revived as being created from nothing.

"Haha, is it possible to kill that?" The adventurer, called the Mercenary King, laughed tiredly.

"I know right, huhuhu. I don't think it'd be bad to lie down in front of the Demon King?" the witch, with the name of Greed, replied with a smile in a self-mocking voice.

"Wow, you sound so sincere when you say that," the adventurer said.

The Witch of Greed said jokingly, "If it weren't for Unni, I’d lick the Demon King’s shoes right away."

The Witch of Pride frowned and said, "Quiet, I'm thinking now." 

"Hohoho, yes, yes. I’m sure you are."

The Witch of Greed sullenly attacked the Demon King with spirits.

The warrior who was fiercely blocking the attacks of the Demon King on the battlefield and a wolf with a green mane would have died of excessive bleeding if it hadn’t been for the saintess’s miracle.

"I think it's time to come to a resolution." The Witch of Pride moved forward with a determined expression.

"What are you trying to do?" the gray-haired genius madosa asked in fluster. 

The Witch of Pride smiled and touched his shoulder. "It’s good to prevent abdominal bleeding with ice, but it would be better to use...