The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 46.2

“Ahahaha. I can’t hide it now, can I? That’s right. Do I look a little different now?”

“As I said, I don’t care if you’re a demon race or a demon spawn. Don’t impose your preconceptions on others.”

“Hmm.”

Seemingly pleased with Siwoo’s answer, Crow narrowed her eyes and smiled.

A stunning beauty that belied the scent of blood.

Of course, Siwoo was observing her overflowing mana rather than her striking appearance.

“But I want to kill that madman.”

“Ahahaha. Don’t be so mean, darling. He’s quite an important figure, you know.”

“So you came as his protector.”

“. . .Correct.”

Siwoo clicked his tongue softly.

It would be better if he killed him, but. . . the sacrifice to do so was too great.

His mana was running low from fighting for an extended period while he was still not in peak condition.

Moreover, Crow was by no means weak.

If he fought with all his might and risked his life, he could win, but. . .

He had to prioritize differently for now.

‘𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. . . 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖.’

Hans’s face came to mind, and he couldn’t help but worry about Layla’s safety.

‘𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮.’

He had sent Red Ear, but there was no guarantee how long he could hold out against the horde of ghouls and the Dullahan.

“Alright. I’ll stop here, like last time. Farewell.”

“You haven’t changed, darling. Would it be alright if you didn’t detain me and this child?”

“I don’t particularly want to fight you. You don’t have any killing intent towards me.”

“. . .Another correct answer.”

Crow chuckled softly.

She was growing fonder of Siwoo.

This man not only had a great sense of combat but also a very intelligent mind.

He was someone with whom she could have a meaningful conversation without revealing herself.

“One last thing—can’t you dispel the ghouls and the corpse you just revived?”

“I don’t know, it’s not my ability. That child should be able to do it, but as you can see, he’s unconscious thanks to someone.”

“. . .That’s right, and an unconscious guy is a weak guy.”

“Ahahaha. You make terrible jokes, darling.”

Siwoo had been slowly accumulating mana throughout their conversation.

He didn’t know what the situation was like on the other side, so he needed to build up enough reserves.

“But who is the current leader of the demon race to engage in such terrorism? Have the hardliners seized power?”

The demon race was governed by a single leader and several elders.

Furthermore, they were a group whose response to humans and the demon race varied depending on the leader’s disposition.

Or at least, that was the case when Siwoo was there.

He had no way of knowing what it was like now.

“. . .You seem to know quite a bit about the demon race for someone who thinks like that.”

“I had an acquaintance once.”

Crow smiled knowingly at Siwoo’s answer.

“The moderates have been in power for some time now.”

“But they’re supporting this terrorism?”

“Well—”

“Ugh. . .”

At that moment, Ivan’s body twitched.

It seemed that he was slowly regaining consciousness.

Crow rolled her eyes for a moment and then spoke with a determined expression.

“We are of demon race descent, but we are not a demon race organization.”

“. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .”

“People call us this.”

“. . .What?”

Crow smiled slyly and vanished.

Her last words drifted past Siwoo’s ear.

IZIZ.

TL: Lol

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𝐚𝕨𝙚ʙ𝙨𝔱ȯ̇𝐫𝕚𝕖𝕤.𝙘𝕠ᴍ

“You monster cub!!”

Cawaaang!

A torrent of mana ripped into the opponent’s side.

—Craaaack

But despite such power, the Dullahan’s attacks did not change.

It was a blessing that the ghouls that had been gushing forth had subsided.

It was unclear whether the enemy had stopped attacking or if the gate had closed, but there was no time to think about that now.

The only thing that mattered was seizing this miraculous opportunity.

The hunters squeezed out their mana with that one thought in mind.

“Damn it!! Just hold on a little longer!”

“Goddamn it—do we get paid enough for shit?!”

“I’m telling you. . . I’ll end up in the hunter’s hospital and still be in debt.”

They stubbornly killed the clinging ghouls and held back the Dullahan approaching the mansion.

Then, one of the Dullahans at the front deployed a skill.

[𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫: 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬]

Crimson spheres materialized in the air and shot out in all directions.

“Ack. . . Ack. . . Ack. . . This madman.”

[𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡]

Kugugugugu—

A giant wooden shield rose from the ground.

Kwadadadadak!!

But the shield was torn to shreds by the spears that struck it in rapid succession.

Layla tried to summon her mana once more.

But because her mana had run out, she suffered a rebound instead.

“Cough. . . Cough!”

Bright red blood gushed from her mouth.

“Guild Leader!! That bastard!”

A guild member who had spotted her from afar stomped his foot.

“No, dont!!”

Layla shouted to dissuade him from moving.

But her voice was too weak to reach anyone now.

Thud!

The hunter, who had a large hole pierced through the center of his torso, collapsed to the floor like a doll.

—Caaaack

The Dullahan’s chilling cry echoed across the battlefield.

As if celebrating their victory, the other Dullahans and ghouls let out howls as well.

“This can’t be. . .”

Was this a fight they could have won in the first place?

Would it have been a better choice to evacuate everyone?

Like Layla’s crumbling spirit, the trunks of the trees surrounding the mansion reverted to mana particles.

It was over.

She fell to her knees on the ground.

With her mana and stamina depleted, there was no way she had the means to resist.

Thud, thud, thud.

The Dullahan approached her.

Rough and unruly mana weighed down on Layla’s shoulders.

“Ugh—!”

As if ordering her to submit, as if begging her to grovel.

An invisible hand gripped her skull and pressed down.

—Craaaack

Immediately, twelve crimson spears materialized in the air.

The spears, pointed at her like sharp teeth,

were soon launched at their target like the jaws of a beast.

Kwakwakwakwakwa!!

Whitish dust mingled with darkness, obscuring her vision.

The Dullahan vaguely remembered the existence that had stood in the way of its ambition before its death.

And her death brought a surge of pleasure to the Dullahan.

—Rrrrrrr!!!

It let out another cry of victory.

But no sound came out.

The Dullahan sensed that something was wrong.

Just as that intuition was about to manifest into reality, Siwoo’s figure, carrying Layla, came into view.

And at Siwoo’s feet lay the Dullahan’s heart, torn out.

—Rrrrrrr?

Before it could even question it.

The Dullahan, who had been Gunner, was once again killed by Siwoo.

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