White Reaper [5]

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Trying to comprehend what had happened, the Duke's head rose and fell repeatedly as he stared at his right chest.

Throughout the silence, the white reaper's mouth opened.

"…What a pity."

A fluke.

A simple and miraculous fluke.

'It's the only way to explain it…'

The Duke thought as he kept denying the reality that was presented before his eyes.

There was simply no way for someone whose rank was weaker than his to be able to hit him.

Impossible!

Although he was suppressed, he was still a Duke-ranked demon.

A Duke-ranked demon!

An existence that was supposed to stand at the apex of all worlds. A figure who had the ability to squash Counts with a simple wave of his hand.

…Or at least that was how things were supposed to be.

Drip. Drip.

But, as he heard the sound of his d dripping toward the ground, he started to question this notion.

'How is this possible?'

His only memory was moving one step before feeling a sharp pain on the right side of his body.

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