DEMON CASTLE-Chapter 95

Even Sersia herself did not expect that sixty million witches would join her before reaching their destination. Among them were many witches who did not wear the same white cloaks as her and her sisters, who had set out from the stronghold, but instead wore black and various other colors, marking them as runaway witches. Yet despite all the new threats, they had decided to reunite with their sisters once more—an act that Sersia welcomed, for if the Undead King did not recruit them, she could conquer a greater portion of the empire with their strength.

However, upon approaching the border of Pelinor, she noticed the army of House Loth from the empire, closely watching them. Understanding their purpose, the Loth forces decided to prevent the witches from joining the Demon King—a decision that made Sersia laugh before unleashing a magical barrage upon them. The attacks resulted in ten million casualties for the Loth army without even scratching the witches. With that, Sersia continued her journey toward the fortress of the Demon King.

When they finally encountered the witches of the Kingdom of Death, led by Hezhna and a hundred warlord witches, Sersia realized something troubling. Hezhna herself, whose power had reached the level of a warlord, wielded an epic magic staff that made Sersia doubt if even her own peak warlord abilities could match her. But that wasn't what mattered most. According to rumors, the white magic staff—the Queen of Witches' staff—was in the hands of the commander of the Kingdom of Death's witches. And it seemed the rumors were true.

Sersia stepped forward, unarmed, and removed her hat, showing her respect to Hezhna—the one who now carried the Queen of Witches' staff. But Hezhna did not return the gesture. As the commander of the Kingdom of Death's witches and the one who held the white staff, she was now above Sersia in status. According to witch traditions, only the queen wielded the white staff, and since Sersia had fallen from grace, Hezhna had greater legitimacy. By refusing to return Sersia's respect, she made her stance clear: she did not acknowledge Sersia and considered herself the new leader of the witches.

A sigh escaped Sersia's lips. She already knew where this was heading. More than half of her army consisted of runaway witches, and even among those in white, many were now torn between loyalties. This was a moment of choosing sides—Hezhna, the commander of the Kingdom of Death's witches and the wielder of the Queen's staff, or Sersia, the fallen commander of the Ice Kingdom's witches.

Sersia could see it clearly: millions of witches were switching allegiances. Within five minutes, only she and a thousand warlords remained—the ones whose loyalty to her was beyond question.

"Hezhna, was it?"

Hezhna, pleased with her newly gained numbers and the massive shift of power, finally removed her hat and returned a formal greeting.

"I send my regards to the former commander of the witches!"

Sersia clenched her fists. Was this an insult, after all she had done to bring these witches on this long journey?

"Hezhna... you'd better not try to provoke me."

Hezhna did not react.

"The king is waiting for you... Didn't you want to speak with him?"

Sersia sighed and glanced back at the thousand warlords behind her. Could she now pressure Hazard into a better deal with such a diminished force?

An hour later, as she entered the throne hall, Hazard sat on his throne, and Sersia knelt before him.

Her mind was restless. Along the way, she had seen thousands of powerful warriors—legendary figures. She had witnessed a legendary dragon and a massive, mammoth-like legendary beast. And now, in front of her, sat the legendary Undead Demon King himself, shrouded in a deadly aura.

"The former commander of the witches... You have brought me a considerable force. But from what I hear, you don't intend to join us so easily..."

His voice grew louder, and his aura engulfed her.

"Demon King, I may have fallen, but I still have my pride!"

With that, she stood tall—a warlord who dared to challenge a legendary being.

"If you want to recruit me and my thousand sisters—"

"A thousand sisters?"

Hazard laughed, surprising Sersia. Was he mocking their numbers, or...

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"They betrayed me?"

Hazard said nothing. He simply glanced to the side as Jenibas came rushing into the hall.

"Hazard! I found it!"

In his hands was a glass orb containing swirling white and black mana. The moment Hazard saw it, he rose from his throne, while Sersia realized the bitter truth—she was alone. The same Sersia who, just yesterday, had sixty million witches following her.

"What... happened..."

Was it the sight of such overwhelming power that shattered their loyalty? That must have been the answer. Her gaze then fell upon the orb in Jenibas' hands.

"Jenibas?!"

Jenibas turned and saw her.

"What is this old hag doing here?!"

"Old hag?!!!"

Sersia's anger flared as Hazard stood there, shocked that the two of them knew each other.

Even so, Sersia stormed toward Jenibas, who quickly hid behind Hazard.

"Man, have some shame! You're at an epic level!"

Hazard wanted to say this out loud but kept it to himself, watching the scene in silence with growing curiosity.

"What are you doing here?! Dietrich is dead, and now you've come to let another king put a leash on you?"

"Leash?! You perverted old thief! You stole my treasure! Otherwise, I would have reached epic level a hundred years ago!"

"Stole?! You owed me a fortune!"

As they circled around Hazard, Sersia occasionally kicking Jenibas in the leg, she had not forgotten about Hazard—she simply no longer cared.

"How is a warlord vampire's corpse worth the heart of a legendary dragon?!"

"Hey, hey! Calm down! Hazard, help me!"

Hazard simply took the orb from Jenibas and began analyzing the sacred and death mana inside.

"Not that! Help me!!!"

Realizing he had given up on getting help, Jenibas quickly ran to a nearby window and flew out, with Sersia flying after him.

"Jenibas! I'll rip your heart out if you don't give me the dragon's heart!"

"I already digested it ten times over!!!"

As the two of them soared into the sky, Hazard, pleased that he had finally acquired what he sought, attempted to stabilize the mana within the orb. However, as he increased its energy, the glass sphere exploded, forcing him to retreat to his laboratory—while his assistant fled from his wife and former colleague.