Chapitre 342: Startling Awakening

Although he and Astarte didn't have much interaction, from Konrad's group, she was the one that gave him the best feelings. The least aloof, closer to the average person, straightforward and without a scheming mind.

Why then was it that she now laid deceased in a pool of her own blood? Why was it that her heart, that resolutely loyal heart devoted solely to her lord, now laid broken within that monstrous woman's hands?

Where was justice?!

But his roar of indignation caused no ripple within Ilkaalt's contended face, and as she turned toward him, she didn't forget to lick Astarte's blood off her hands.

"Hm. I know my essence controlling skills still need a lot of improvement. But I didn't expect I couldn't even keep a trivial Adept Knight under control for a full day. How disheartening."

She sighed and kicked Astarte's corpse to the side before stepping toward Qehreman.