"You said right, my dear friend Merlin."

Merlin didn't answer it.

The raven kicked the fake Fury's headless body into the ground, dragged the blood-stained chair to the front of the hall, and placed it in the sunset.

Merlin sat on the chair, where he leaned on his hands on the armrests.

The blood-stained vibrating sword was held in his hand. In the unwarming sunlight, Meilin closed his eyes.

He seemed very tired.

He said:

"You won, Mephist"

"No, I didn't win, I actually lost."

The great devil wore his own robe that was very popular with the Lord of Hell.

It stood in the shadows, and the fire of hell burned around the projection of the devil, twisting its shadow.

Mephist stroked his black beard, and a malicious smile appeared on its dark red cheeks.

It threw away the Skuru head in its hand, it said:

"You who wins, Merlin."

"Look, you're still sitting here, everyone else is dead, you win"
Chapter completed!