The Frail Girl King

Slender arms, slender legs, a petite body. Skin as white as alabaster, long black hair like spilled ink, eyes as crimson as blood.

The opponent's initial appearance was not that of a majestic king, but merely a delicate girl, who looked as if she had just been discharged from a sickbed, as if a mere touch would send her tumbling to the ground.

On the surface, she seemed utterly harmless, yet I felt goosebumps rise on my skin.

This wasn't just because she had emerged from tearing a body apart in a grotesque performance. It was because the demonic energy emanating from her body was encroaching thickly upon her surroundings.

As if I were submerged deep underwater, the aura swirling around her pressed down on my body. Honestly, I couldn't help but be surprised.

“Can that much really emanate from such a small body?”

I could tell at a glance. The delicate girl before me possessed even more demonic energy, more than Amon, who had devoured Extermination Squads multiple times, and more than Paimon, whom countless Mages had summoned by pouring out all their mana.

That was what Foras had meant by a complete resurrection.

I watched her with wary eyes for a moment. Splish-splosh, the creature, rising from the pile of blood, opened its mouth.

“...You have suffered greatly.”...