Chapter Thirteen
The words the young girl spoke instantly froze Lisbeth to the spot. While she had vaguely sensed the other party’s fear of the dark, being mistaken for a ghost was entirely unforeseen.
Yet, this very misunderstanding presented Lisbeth with an unexpected opportunity.
Seeing that the girl showed no intention of approaching further, Lisbeth seized the moment. She lowered her voice and slowly declared, “Indeed, I am the specter that drifts through this Demon Lord’s Castle. I am also the fearsome Grand Marshal of Demons, Angelina, who dominated battlefields, knew no defeat, and delighted in drinking blood!”
“E-e-eh?”
As Lisbeth’s voice faded, the girl let out a startled cry. Clearly, she hadn’t expected anyone to actually respond to her. Lisbeth, the orchestrator of this charade, pressed on, further lowering her voice.
“So, who are you? Why do you trespass upon my domain? Or perhaps, do you wish to offer your life to me?”
“No, no, no, that’s not it! I only came here to practice my fist techniques! Wuwuwu!”
‘Pfft, hahahahaha! She actually believed it! Ah hahahaha!’
If only she could, Lisbeth yearned to pound the ground and laugh heartily right then. However, if she were to laugh aloud, all her efforts would be for naught.
Thus, Lisbeth desperately clutched her stomach, striving to stifle her laughter and prevent any sound from escaping.
Yet, the name Angelina wasn’t one Lisbeth had fabricated. It belonged to a genuine leader, a being who, two centuries later, commanded millions of demon soldiers and stood at the pinnacle of all demon generals.
Perhaps because during Lisbeth’s time as a hero, she was constantly pursued and attacked by Angelina on the battlefield, Lisbeth subconsciously uttered the name of the person she dreaded most.
Just as Lisbeth finally contained her overwhelming amusement and prepared to continue deceiving the girl, the young girl spoke with a trembling voice.
“A-Angelina-sama, please don’t take my life! P-Please, in light of our names being the same, don’t curse me to death! I-I’ll leave right now! Wuwuwu…”
‘Huh? The same name?’
As the girl finished speaking, Lisbeth covertly leaned closer, shifting her gaze toward her. In the next second, Lisbeth’s heart seemed to stop beating, almost failing to recover.
What greeted Lisbeth’s eyes was a girl cowering on the ground, trembling. She possessed beautiful golden-blonde hair, cascading down her back like a waterfall.
The pure moonlight illuminated her golden locks, making them seem to glow softly.
Meanwhile, the girl anxiously glanced around, her azure eyes scanning the surroundings, seemingly searching for the source of the voice. However, due to her fear, a hint of tears glistened at the corners of her eyes, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.
After clearly seeing the girl’s face, Lisbeth, past her initial shock, clamped her hand over her mouth. She feared crying out.
For despite appearing much younger, this was undeniably Angelina Cadolanka, the Grand Marshal of Demons, famed across battlefields two centuries in the future.
Lisbeth slowly raised her head, gazing at the bright night sky, and spoke softly in her heart.
‘Goddess-sama, if this is your way of tormenting me because I once said your chest was too small, then I apologize here and now. But why? Two centuries later, being hunted down and slashed by this gorilla of a woman on the battlefield was already miserable enough. Why must I encounter her again, two hundred years in the past, no less!!!!!’