"Yes."
Sebatide Hughes's response remained emotionless.
Roy continued to ask, "Can my friend who had their soul eaten by it still come back to life?"
The world fell into a brief silence.
After the silence, Sherick burst into laughter: "Of course not! Little Vivian's soul has already been digested by me; without the power she provided, how could my avatar move freely, coming and going from the Duke Mansion and the Imperial Palace?"
Roy's fingers clenched.
She couldn't tolerate Sherick's raucous laughter and wanted it to disappear. But her murderous intent couldn't turn into substantial harm.
In front of a true Devil, Roy was truly insignificant.
Insignificant, frail.
Unable to save Vivian or resist the power of the Royal Family and the Church Court, she needed her friends to step forward recklessly to help her escape.
She escaped.
What about them?
"You want to become strong."
