Moonlight Ball - Chapter 146

Margaret and Iris, with their contrasting personalities, had transformed an innocent noblewoman into a formidable warrior. During that time, the noblewomen of the Surah family were curious about what the gentlemen of the Surah household were up to.

Their eldest son, Rendall, continued to vomit.

Prince Sidrain was known as a cold-blooded politician, but as a witch-hunter, he was insane. He was still swinging his sword within the narrow cave, his sword stained with the blood of Teshtarosa, as he killed the demons one after another. He killed and killed and killed. That’s how it went. Demon hunting. The three men of the Surah family believed that when the king hunted down a demon, he would either bring back its body or dismantle it. However, in reality, demon hunting involved closely observing the king’s slaughter and dealing with the aftermath, which was an arduous task. His younger brother, Pouna, and his cousin, Litenden, would have tried to dissuade Sidrain at the right time, but there was no one to stop him now. The accompanying captain of the guard, Esteban, could not stop the king, who had gone mad. Moreover, he didn’t feel the need to stop him. What could they say when he was determined to kill demons?

Charge, charge! Long live our king! Esteban simply watched the king expressionlessly while silently preparing for the possibility of him getting hurt. All the guards did the same.

The corpses of demons continued to pile up. Their fragmented bodies writhed along with the sticky blood or strange mucus. The cave floor, walls, and ceiling were all filled with demon corpses. The guards only ensured the cleanliness of their immediate surroundings, while waiting for the three people assigned as servants (Elena referred to them as fresh) to clear the rest. Their duty was to secure the king’s safety, not to clean up demon corpses.

Screaming and swinging his sword wildly, a man emerged from behind the king. He was the eldest son of the Surah family, the future Surah Count, Listy Surah.

“Are there any demons left over there?”

One of the guards who had been walking ahead whispered to the knight next to him. There definitely didn’t seem to be any demons left. All that remained were demon corpses, but that man was almost insane, slashing at the empty air.

“I don’t see anything.”

Could it be because of that thing hanging from the ceiling? But that thing is dead, right?

If it was because of the green, sticky mucus and the bat-like demon hanging from the ceiling, it had been dead for quite some time. With a little bit of awareness, they would immediately know. Firstly, the sticky green mucus was coagulating blood, and secondly, the bat had no head.

Uaaah!

However, Listy, for some reason, seemed to see something and was vigorously slashing at it.

“Oh, why is it so noisy?”

After a long bout of slaughter, Sidrain finally regained his senses. He looked around and snorted. Ever since the dragon expedition, he has developed a tendency to go half-mad whenever encountering demons. And he had never considered correcting that aspect of himself. Encounter a demon? Kill it. Whether he killed in a frenzy or in his right mind, the fact remained the same. If it didn’t harm his allies, then what difference did it make?

One eerie aspect of Sidrain was that he didn’t harm his allies. Even though he had lost his sanity, he was an excellent maniac who only killed enemies. Although his eyes didn’t return to normal even after killing to the point of extermination, today was different. The commotion was so loud that he couldn’t help but regain his senses.

Well, from the beginning, he didn’t intend to kill them all.

Sidrain tousled his hair. As usual, his hair got even messier, causing his thoughts to sink deeper than he expected.

Iris came to mind for no reason. Her smooth body until the morning of their departure. Her tearful entreaties. Above all, her gentle gestures lingered in his memory. Even when he closed his eyes, her image would appear. Her voice echoed in his ears, and her face flickered. A bashful smile. A magician filled with benevolence. However, she was a person with an iron will, who never acted against her own desires. His queen.

I missed her.

He chuckled. There had been numerous occasions when he missed someone from afar, and that someone was consistently Iris Elaine. But this longing was an authorized longing. Therefore, it made him miss her even more. He had earned the right to long for her. He could long for her with all his heart, even in his dreams. The scent of burning sugar, like caramel, had a tantalizing and slightly bitter sweetness.

My lady. I long for you, not just with my fingertips, but with my entire soul.

“Uuaaah, go away, go away!”

List continued to swing his sword at the empty air. Sidrain shook his head helplessly as he skillfully avoided List’s sword.