Minerva, who had already dealt with the other three division commanders, put her butt against the collapsed wall while holding onto Jet�s rod.

�Whoa.�

Blood flowed from his lips, and his clothes flowed like rags, revealing his inner flesh.

Bethum said with the jet in her mouth.

�����You are strong.�

Even from the perspective of the demons, I couldn�t think of them as human beings.

�It is not strong.�

Minerva, who tore the clothes around her waist, stopped the blood flowing from her shoulders and said.

�It�s just a good fight.�

�����.�

Besium, savoring her words, turned her gaze to watch the battle between Sirone and Maraduk.

�Why don�t you kill me?�

�I will kill you.�If you feel like it.�

�Aren�t you making excuses?�

�excuse?�

Bethum�s mouth was torn with his jaw parted open.

�Because you won�t be able to defeat our corps commander either.�Are you going to save your life by doing what you had to do?�

Minerva�s eyes pierced Maraduk.

�����I will not deny it.�

You don�t have to risk your life.

�But to be honest, I feel bad.�just����If you are looking at that child.�

�Yahweh is unlucky.�

Minerva laughed.

�ha ha ha!�that�s right.�The one who dies The one who dies and the one who lives Isn�t living life?�That, in another sense, is mysophobia.�

�You like him.�

Minerva leaned her forehead against the jet and looked down.

�Why do you think so?�

�There are only two types of people who deny Yahweh.�Hate terribly, or love terribly.�

�Don�t you think it would be the former?�

�It�s the same thing anyway.� JrNovels.com