Chapter 306: Demon Death Like a Snuffed Lamp
The white-gold spear, composed of pure divine energy, left Flamme's hand instantly. Tearing through the air, it pierced directly through Solitär, who was bound to the chair.
Solitär glared deathly at Flamme, her pupils reflecting Flamme's impassive face.
She seemed to want to say something. Her lips moved slightly, but the energy contained within the Holy Lance erupted violently inside her body.
"Gaaah!!!"
A short, sharp scream was squeezed from her throat before stopping abruptly.
Blinding white-gold light burst from her pierced chest, as if a small furnace had been ignited inside her.
Holy mana swept through every corner of her body at astonishing speed.
Her body began to dissipate gradually, leaving no wreckage or blood. Only a dense black aura remained in place, forcibly purified in the holy light until it finally turned into a few insignificant wisps of black smoke and vanished into the air.
The entire process was astonishingly fast.
In just two or three breaths, Solitär—the cowardly demon who feared death above all else—vanished completely.
Even the chair binding her was destroyed by the energy, leaving only a twisted, deformed base and energy ripples that hadn't completely settled in the air.
The Holy Lance, after piercing and annihilating its target, didn't lose momentum. It slammed viciously into the stone wall engraved with reinforcement runes behind her.
BOOM!!!
A dull yet penetrating explosion blasted through the interrogation room.
Where the stone wall was hit, a massive, scorched crater with radial cracks appeared instantly, sending countless stone fragments falling.
The entire room shook violently, and the magical lamps on the walls swayed unsteadily.
The massive noise and mana fluctuations undoubtedly transmitted outside the interrogation room, likely alerting others.
Flamme stood where she was, panting slightly.
She had injected considerable mana into that light lance, consuming quite a bit of her reserves, just to ensure Solitär was thoroughly killed.
But she had done it.
This greatest hidden danger, the one who could leak her secret, had been eliminated by her own hands.
However, looking at the empty chair base and the shocking crater on the wall, Flamme felt no relief in her heart.
A vague uneasiness crept in.
She had killed not just a demon, but seemingly also stifled more information. For example, obtaining more intelligence about the demons' movements or even news about Carlo from her mouth?
But now, it was too late.
Demon death like a snuffed lamp.
Flamme shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel these distracting thoughts.
Now was not the time for hesitation or regret.
She had to deal with the scene immediately and then head to the northern battlefield to find Carlo.
She walked to the twisted base and examined it carefully, confirming there were no traces of Solitär left. Clearly, the purification effect of the Holy Lance was thorough.
Next, she turned her gaze to the massive crater on the wall.
The commotion was too big; there had to be a reasonable explanation.
Thinking quickly, she gathered mana in her hands again—this time, relatively gentle Earth Element magic.
Flamme manipulated the gravel and dust on the ground, carefully repairing the crater on the wall while simulating traces of energy impact, trying to make the scene look like the result of fierce resistance.
Just as she finished a rough repair of the wall and hadn't had time to check for omissions—
Bang!
The stone door of the interrogation room was slammed open by a huge force from the outside.
Ela and Frieren rushed in with grave expressions.
Clearly, they had been alerted by the massive explosion just now.
"Flamme! What happened?!" Ela asked urgently, her gaze sweeping quickly around the room.
The room was empty. No sign of the Great Demon. Only the base of a chair remained, along with a cracked pit on the wall and residual abnormal energy in the air.
Frieren didn't speak. She just looked at Flamme, seemingly confirming if she was alright.
Flamme forced herself to remain calm. Taking a deep breath, she feigned anger. "That demon... she suddenly went berserk just now. I don't know what secret art she used, but she forcibly broke free from the restraints and attacked me. I had no choice but to use Holy Magic to suppress her, but I didn't expect the power to be too strong. It killed her directly and caused quite a bit of damage."
Ela looked at the mess in the room, her brow furrowed tight.
She walked to the chair base, sensing the powerful residual holy mana, then looked at the damage marks on the wall clearly caused by Holy Magic.
Flamme's explanation seemed plausible based on the scene.
After all, demons had strange and varied magical abilities. It wouldn't be surprising if a Great Demon named Solitär possessed some special means to break free from restraints.
"What a pity. We hadn't extracted her true purpose yet."
Ela sighed. From beginning to end, she hadn't believed Solitär infiltrated the Magic Association just to learn human magic.
Unfortunately, now that she had been killed by Flamme, further interrogation was impossible.
"You know the effect of Holy Magic on demons," Flamme said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Especially attacks specifically targeting demons."
Frieren listened quietly until the end. Her gaze swept over the room again before finally resting on Flamme's face. She asked softly, "Mas... Master, are you alright? The mana fluctuation just now was very strong." She was still somewhat unaccustomed to calling Flamme "Master."
"I am fine." Flamme shook her head, avoiding Frieren's gaze. "Just a bit surprised. I didn't expect her to break free."
She had to end the conversation here quickly and dispel the doubts of the two before her.
"Ela, Frieren, I will trouble you to handle the aftermath here," Flamme said urgently. "I must leave for the North immediately!"
"Now?" Ela was stunned. "In such a hurry? Is there a reason?"
"I cannot wait any longer!" Flamme's tone was resolute, carrying an unquestionable urgency. "The appearance of this demon gives me a bad feeling. Since we couldn't get her true purpose out of her, I might as well head directly to the northern battlefield to investigate."
She scraped together a passable reason.
Ela and Frieren exchanged a glance. Although they felt Flamme's reaction was overly urgent and strange, considering the demons' conspiracy to infiltrate the Association, it seemed understandable.
"Then wait a moment. I will go with you."
"Sister Ela should stay at the Association. The daily work here needs you to handle it. Frieren, you too. Stay here."
"Alright. Then be careful," Ela nodded.
"Thank you." Flamme said no more. She didn't even dare glance at the empty chair base again. Almost fleeing, she walked briskly out of the interrogation room.
Watching Flamme's hurrying back, Ela muttered to herself, "Holy Lance... the strongest offensive spell of divine power. Truly... left no room for mercy at all."
Hearing this, Frieren looked thoughtfully at the twisted chair base. A trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, but she ultimately said nothing.
Regardless, as long as Flamme was safe, it was fine.
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