Chapter 105

Half a second before, the demon's black whip-sword had whistled viciously across the gap between his neck. Andrew slid away hurriedly, attempting to re-establish some distance between them as it grinned, clearly understanding what was on his mind. Andrew tipped backward and recovered his feet by relying on the weight of his armor.

The dark god had remained still for a second time. Rather, she lingered stationary, her gaze fixed intently on the prince. She sat with her whip-sword at her side, holding it with a relaxed grasp. "Can you tell me how you accomplished that?" She inquired with a raised brow. Knowing that she missed it and he won.

It was now his time to crack a grin.

"I took a duck."

The devil reciprocated with a smile. Her perfect, pale face glowed with real achievement as she looked at him. Silly foolish prince, she thought, then added loudly, "You did," she mumbled, "...and I'm glad you did. But, prince, you seem to have forgotten something: this is my do