"No! Impossible!"
"How could the Ruler die?"
"The noble Fallen Angel race cannot be defeated!"
The Fallen Angels were unwilling to accept reality, believing that Liora was trying to trick them.
They held absolute faith in their Lord. They didn't believe that she would die at the opponent's hands.
Looking at the women, all of whom seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown, Liora couldn't help but shake her head inwardly.
She wondered whether there was something wrong with the Fallen Angel bloodline.
After all, weren't Devils supposed to be intelligent, rational, and decisive?
How could it be that every Fallen Angel she had ever met was so... mentally weak?
The more she thought about it, the more convinced Liora became that the Fallen Angel lineage had something wrong with it.
Whether it was the Blasphemer, the Fallen Ancestor, the Holy Land Demon Lord, or even these weak Fallen Angels, they all seemed strange to her.
