Aimoer made some preparations for the upcoming lie on the outskirts of the town.
She also found a hole to bury the broken spear in her hand.
When she felt the time was right, she leisurely made her way to the plaza.
On the edge of the plaza, Aimoer stood on her tiptoes to look around.
The army flag of the main forces had already been raised in the center of the plaza.
The Bishop was holding a piece of parchment wrinkled from being soaked in blood, speaking gravely with the City Lord.
‘Looks like the plan is going well.’
Aimoer nodded in satisfaction.
She scanned the crowd and immediately spotted Senteli.
Right now, she was sitting on a stone by the roadside, taking bites of the cream puff Aimoer had given her this morning.
She looked exceptionally content and happy.
‘Things are going well here too. Everything is steadily improving.’
Aimoer mentally placed her hands on her hips.
‘As expected of me. Everything I do is perfect.’
She let out a proud snort, turned, and ducked into a blacksmith’s shop in the town.
She picked up an iron spear that felt decent enough, swung it a couple of times, then exited through the back door.
Putting on an out-of-breath act, she ran back to the plaza.
Right now, Aimoer looked just like she had returned from a mission.
The Bishop sensed the disturbance here, glanced over lightly, then put away the parchment.
He walked up to her and asked seriously.
“Back so late? Did you find anything?”
Aimoer took a couple of breaths, wiped the sweat from her brow, and spoke deliberately.
“Lord Bishop, I think I found the location of the Demon God’s Seal.”
“Oh? Let’s hear it.”
The Bishop crossed his arms, an expression of keen interest on his face.
“I don’t know… the exact location. I just know it’s on the snowfield to the north.”
Aimoer put on a regretful and troubled expression before adding.
“By the time we got to the town, there were almost no survivors. I thought I’d stake out the town entrance to see if anything turned up. I managed to catch a severely injured heretic. I followed him all the way to the snowfield. Since there was really no place to hide, I didn’t follow any further and just ran straight back.”
She looked up to gauge the Bishop’s reaction.
Seeing that he was deep in thought, she stopped talking and just waited for him to fill in the blanks himself.
“Alright, I understand. Get some rest first. We’ll probably have a tough battle ahead of us today.”
Aimoer nodded, turned, found a clean spot, and sat down to zone out.
It had to be said, talking to someone like the Bishop was quite comfortable.
Although he didn’t trust her and looked down on her a bit, and his lofty, arrogant aura annoyed her, at least he knew how to read the room and never brought personal emotions or biases into critical situations.
Aimoer admired this about him.
‘As expected, the kind of plot where a female protagonist slaps faces and shows off can only be seen in novels.’
Aimoer squinted her eyes comfortably, the tip of her tail twitching contentedly.
She took out a sugar pouch and poured some into her mouth.
Then she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes to rest.
‘Anyway, the mission was going smoothly. As expected of me.’
Three hours later, just before noon.
Based on the information she provided, the Bishop quickly pinpointed the location of the seal.
After everything was ready, he immediately gave the order to attack.
Now, Aimoer walked in the middle of the formation carrying a silver spear on her back, following along to the location of the seal.
From a distance, it just looked like an ordinary black stone.
Without being told, who would know that a terrifying existence was sealed beneath this black stone?
The mission Ouluola assigned was practically complete.
Now she just had to hang back, slack off, and scrape together some merit.
Once everything was over, she definitely had to ask Ouluola for lots and lots of rewards.
‘I really work myself too hard.’
Right then, Aimoer stood at the edge of the formation.
A cold wind blew across her cheeks, making her shiver and sneeze softly.
‘It’s a bit cold.’
She rubbed her hands together and exhaled.
Looking through the crowd, she saw that the Bishop and City Lord, along with Senteli, had already begun to gradually unravel the seal.
The surrounding soldiers also wore expressions of facing a great enemy.
Their hands gripping their weapons were slightly pale, and some subconsciously swallowed.
On the snowfield, there was an atmosphere of grim silence before a great battle, but none of this had anything to do with Aimoer anymore.
Her mission was already complete.
She would leave the rest to the big shots of humanity to handle.
Boom—
Accompanied by a loud noise, Aimoer saw the black stone begin to crack.
At that moment, the soldiers around her raised their weapons in unison.
The City Lord and Bishop shielded Senteli behind them.
The moment the stone shattered, a terrifying pressure instantly swept over them, making it hard to breathe.
From beneath the stone, a mass of red mist seeped out, erupting in a piercing howl as it slowly condensed into a vague humanoid form.
Its entrance was quite spectacular, and it looked quite powerful, but in Aimoer’s eyes, it was, without a doubt, a little too weak.
A demon god of this level was just a flashy, useless front.
It looked scary, but in reality, it had no real power.
In the Apocalypse, small fry demon gods like this would be the type to get kicked to death by experts.
Seeing this, Aimoer actually breathed a sigh of relief.
If something harmless-looking had popped out, she might’ve been alerted.
Since it was just this kind of flashy front, she wasn’t worried at all.
So, Aimoer prepared to slack off in a corner of the formation—
Roar—
The demon god let out a sharp howl.
Then, it passed through the Bishop and City Lord, passed through Senteli, passed through the soldiers behind, and charged straight at Aimoer!
“What the hell!”
Aimoer’s mind was wandering when she suddenly sensed a danger rapidly approaching.
By the time she snapped back to reality, the wind was howling in her ears, and the mass of red mist was already upon her.
She quickly deployed a Holy Shield and raised her spear to block the attack.
The spear tip scraped against the demon god’s iron-like body, throwing off sparks and producing a grating clash.
Aimoer quickly retreated.
The Holy Shield was, after all, only an F-rank spell; its defensive capabilities were limited.
If this guy wasn’t so weak, she would have been dead from that last blow.
She watched the surrounding soldiers quickly encircle it, thinking her part was done.
She warily tried to back out of the danger zone, but unexpectedly, the thing went berserk.
It fiercely swept away the nearby soldiers, let out a howl, broke out of the encirclement, and charged at Aimoer again as if its life depended on it.
“Revenge… Revenge!”
The demon god muttered, letting out a ragged, piercing roar as it flew.
“Are you crazy? I wasn’t the one who sealed you. What did I ever do to you?”
“It is you… It is you! The smell… exactly the same… exactly the same!”
Seeing the demon god’s frantic state, Aimoer immediately fled to avoid its attack.
She had originally planned to wait for them to finish it off and then just swoop in for an easy kill and battle merits.
How did it end up like this?
There was no helping it.
Holy Light Magic’s destructive power was limited.
She couldn’t go head-to-head with it.
She had to use something tricky.
Aimoer’s mind raced.
As she was thinking, a dark golden light shot out from the crowd and poured right into Aimoer’s body.
After a sharp burning sensation, it transformed into streams of warmth flowing through every drop of Aimoer’s blood.
‘What a great support!’
Taking advantage of Senteli’s support, Aimoer created some distance.
Using a succubus’s innate perception, she observed the flow of power within the demon god, trying to find a fatal weak spot to strike and kill it in one blow.
The reason this guy was so weak must be because it had suffered a heavy blow somewhere, making it difficult to gather energy.
If she could just find that spot, she couldn’t guarantee a one-hit kill, but she could at least severely injure it.
At this moment, the City Lord also charged in with his sword.
The two attacked the demon god together.
Spear tips and sword blades left trails of sparks on its body, producing a harsh, grating sound of impacts.
‘Weak spot… Where is the weak spot…’
Aimoer attacked while constantly changing positions, carefully observing the demon god for its weak spot.
‘There!’
Aimoer swung her spear, thrusting at the demon god’s weak spot.
The City Lord seemed to read her intention and swiftly moved in front of the demon god.
His sword danced in a chaotic flurry, pressing the attack so fiercely that the demon god could hardly defend itself.
‘Good opportunity!’
Aimoer rejoiced inwardly and thrust with all her might, fully expecting a decisive blow.
She never imagined the spear would simply break on impact.
When she pulled back with force, only a broken half of the shaft remained in her hand.
“You…”
“It’s clearly your craftsmen who are too shoddy.”
Aimoer blushed slightly.
Without looking at the City Lord’s exasperated expression, she stepped back and reached out, grasping at the air.
“Holy Spear!”
This was Aimoer’s proudest self-created spell.
Although its rank was only D, it was already a relatively outstanding attack spell among Holy Light Magic.
Right then, Aimoer felt a heat in the palm of her hand.
She raised the spear and, under the City Lord’s skeptical gaze, charged back into the fray.
“Die!”
Aimoer channeled a massive amount of Holy Light into the spear tip and thrust it viciously at the demon god once more.