Chapitre 1134: Chapter 1133: Rising Pressure

"Yes... I can see why you might need some help here, whelp... However, that doesn't mean my displeasure isn't great."

The woman screeched "To hells with your displeasure!" as she erected a barrier of mana around herself, preparing to defend against the Death Jackal and I as her help appeared right beside her, turning this from a rather casual battle against some decently skilled and threatening thugs into something that required a lot more caution.

Unlike the majority of the Fiends I had come across, the one standing beside the female mage was barely different from a normal mortal in terms of appearance; roughly six feet in height, two arms and legs, a normal torso, no extra oddities on their head, relatively normal eyes...

The only thing that was 'odd' was the cerulean skin tone and brilliant sparkling blue eyes, and even then... I wasn't really the one to call this appearance odd, now was I?