The sky was darkening.
The wind and snow were buffeting the moving Calamity Kingdom.
Pross sat in front of the campfire, nibbling on bread, and couldn't help exclaiming as he looked at the knight Lola opposite him:
"Strange, they simply can't be killed."
"We are almost at Lionheart Castle," Lola maintained her elegant posture, holding the bread with both hands and eating it bite by bite, calmly explaining to the one-armed swordsman, "As long as we can hold out until Lionheart Castle, the Witch of Death can take action and deal with the sealed demon."
"Does the Witch of Death have a reason to kill the demon?" Pross countered, plunging Lola into silence.
"For the Witch of Death, the more powers that are enemies of the gods, the more advantageous it is. Killing the sealed demon would actually leave her isolated and without support, right?"
Lola kept silent, bit a large piece of bread forcefully, and after pondering for a moment, said, "Lord Ahetar will find a way."
Pross: "..."