Chapter 13
The girl’s words instantly froze Lisbeth in place. Though she’d vaguely sensed the girl seemed afraid of the dark, being mistaken for a ghost caught her completely off guard. Yet this misunderstanding now gave Lisbeth an opportunity.
Seeing the girl didn’t move closer, Lisbeth lowered her voice and spoke slowly, “Yes. I am the ghost drifting through this Demon King’s Fortress. I am also the undefeated Demon Grand Marshal who dominated battlefields, reveling in blood—Lady Angelina!”
“Eh?! EH?!”
The girl let out a startled cry at Lisbeth’s words. Clearly, she hadn’t expected a reply. Seizing the moment, Lisbeth pressed on in a hushed tone, “So, who are you? Why trespass on my domain? Or… do you wish to offer your life to me?”
“Ahhh! N-no! I’m just here to practice boxing! Waaah!”
Puhahahaha! She actually believed it! Hahahaha!
Angelina wanted to pound the ground laughing, but she stifled it. If she laughed now, all her efforts would be ruined. Lisbeth clutched her stomach, desperately holding back the sound.
The name Angelina wasn’t made up. Two hundred years later, she truly led millions of Demon Clan troops, standing atop all demon generals. Perhaps because, when Lisbeth was the Hero, she’d always been chased and slashed by Angelina on battlefields, she’d blurted out the name of the person she feared most.
Just as Lisbeth finally controlled her laughter and prepared to continue the ruse, the girl spoke in a trembling voice, “L-Lady Angelina, please spare my life! Look… look at our shared name! Don’t curse me! I’ll leave right now! Waaah…”
Huh? Shared name?
Lisbeth crept closer, peeking at the girl. The next second, her heart seemed to stop, nearly failing to restart.
Before her eyes was a girl crouched on the ground, shivering uncontrollably. She had beautiful golden hair flowing like a waterfall down her back. Pure moonlight illuminated those locks, making them glow softly.
The girl anxiously scanned her surroundings, her emerald-blue eyes searching for the voice’s source. Fear had already brought tears to her eyes, glistening as if ready to spill any moment.
After the initial shock, Lisbeth clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. Though younger, there was no doubt—this was Angelina Cardolanka, the Demon Grand Marshal who’d become legendary on battlefields two hundred years later.
Lisbeth slowly raised her head, gazing at the bright night sky. In her heart, she pleaded, “Lady Goddess, if this is punishment for me saying your chest was too small, I apologize right now. But why, after being chased and slashed by that she-gorilla on battlefields two hundred years later, must I encounter her two hundred years in the past too?!”
