Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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The pure white light emanating from the body of Deborah enveloped the body of Isidor, who had turned blue due to the poison, like warm water.

The crushed ribs and damaged organs regenerated in an instant, and the flesh and blood, tainted by the poison, were restored as if time had reversed.

It was not enough to just hold the man's leash before dying, so the pure and noble white light flowing from her center spread in concentric circles towards the black mist.

"In Kruooooo..."

The spirit of the ghost, which had been running wildly with its yellow teeth exposed, softened in an instant, and the magic that was thick as a black mist began to disappear rapidly.

"What?"

After the light passed, the dark vision gradually brightened, and those dealing with the monsters looked around with expressions of surprise, and then quickly began to kill the clearly weakened skeleton ghost.

Due to the blood that people shed, their power had become stronger, and the situation of the allies, who were on the defensive, was immediately reversed with the light.

Meanwhile, Duke Seymour, realizing that the situation was coming to an end due to a strong divine power, looked around to find Deborah.

"Please, everything should be fine."

His daughter was worried and couldn't escape because he saw her vomiting blood.

Would it have been better to throw away his pride and flee together?

"I had never thought about this before."

He thought he had to fulfill responsibilities befitting his position, but regret came afterward.

Duke Seymour, distressed by the chaotic surroundings, found his daughter crouched under an altar, oozing black blood.

"What is that?"

Seeing her surrounded by a faint light, the duke frowned.

"Am I imagining things?"

But it was not a mistake.

As the distance between him and his daughter decreased, the scratch on his hand healed in an instant.

It was the first time he had seen a wound heal like that.

Perhaps that pure white light was also created by Deborah...

"In Deborah!"

His thoughts didn't last long.

Because his daughter's condition was critical.

While exuding a strong divine power, she herself trembled with a bright red face and bulging veins here and there.

"Ugh..."

Deborah stifled a scream, still covering Isidor's healed wound with her hand.

The power rushed at once, and the avalanche of memories that had surfaced began to make her dizzy.

Moreover, she was plagued by fragments of memories she had before possessing Deborah.

Countless memories and the collision of scenes made her head ache as if it were being cut with a knife.

Deborah, crouched in pain, suddenly clenched her teeth and slowly brought her ear close to Isidor's heart as if to confirm something.

"He's alive."

Joy filled her heart, even as she felt such intense pain, as if her brain were about to explode.

Life is so strange.