Asaz refused with his silence.
Sebastian laughed: "Alright, you’ll beg for my help when you’re about to die... But by that time, I won’t show you the mercy I am offering you now."
Asaz’s consciousness returned from his mind to reality. Looking at the girl in front of him, his demeanor softened a bit more: "Even if you want me dead, at least tell me the reason, let me die with understanding."
Greya looked coldly at Asaz: "Don’t you know? When you sacrifice a Demon, the Gourmet Sorcerer of the Southern Domain will become the target for the entire Wizards’ Realm."
Asaz was stunned for a moment. He had originally thought her murderous intent was without cause, but now, he seemed to understand having heard her explanation.
Why did his mentor Tubal die? Was it not because he was hunted down by a group of wizards in the Northern Territory, sustaining severe injuries, and despite escaping to the Southern Domain, he still couldn’t escape the clutches of death?
Offering human wizards as sacrifices to Demons was the reason Tubal was hunted down.
Because Asaz knew this, he still had not thrown himself into Sebastian’s embrace.
"I indeed sacrificed a Demon, but I have not submitted to a Demon."
Greya sneered: "You think I would believe that?"
Even though Asaz was sincere, with the Demonic Power serving as a disguise, even the most accurate validation techniques could fail.
"I’m telling the truth."
"I only believe what I see with my own eyes. Your existence is a hidden danger." With that, Greya didn’t wait to hear anymore from Asaz and took direct action. Whether what he said was true or not, it could be ascertained after capturing him and bringing him back.
Greya reached out, prepared to directly restrain Asaz and bring him back to the manor.
But just as her hand was about to touch Asaz, a demon’s head made of dark fire burst out from his chest.
Greya only felt a sharp pain in her hand, which then lost all sensation.
The scene before him even startled Asaz. He hadn’t thought or done anything at the time; it was Sebastian who took the initiative to release the Demon’s Fire from his body.
Moreover, the magnitude of that Demon’s Fire was beyond any Asaz had ever controlled.
This could very well be Sebastian’s True Body’s real strength!
Greya had not expected that the Demon sacrificed by Asaz would actively protect its sacrificer, something she had never heard of before. Therefore, she was caught off guard and exposed a weakness.
The moment the eerie black fire invaded her hand, it began to spread wildly, bringing a numbing weakness from her arm.
Greya immediately perceived that this black fire intended to turn her into a living ingredient!
Anger flashed across Greya’s face: After all this, he still dares say he hasn’t danced with a Demon?
She didn’t even plan to capture Asaz anymore but was ready to just kill him.
But first, Greya had to extinguish the black fire on herself.
Greya started looking for ways to dispel the black fire on her body, but such Demon’s Fire was like Tibial Maggots, extremely difficult to get rid of.
And at this moment, Asaz heard Sebastian’s voice: "Aren’t you running yet?"
Without hesitation, Asaz turned and fled. Greya, even if she saw it, couldn’t chase him with the Demon’s Fire on her, and she could only watch helplessly as Asaz’s figure grew more distant, running towards the direction of the stairwell.
Just as Asaz was about to make his escape, a "creak" of a door opening suddenly entered everyone’s ears.
After the sound of the door, Asaz suddenly realized that the corridor in front of him seemed to wobble unrealistically. In his urgency, Asaz didn’t care and continued to run downstairs.
But after running down just one flight and about to head to the third floor, he found that what he saw in front of him was not the third floor at all—it was still the fourth floor?!
He clearly ran down a level, yet why was he still on the fourth floor? Could this be an illusion?
Asaz looked around. This was indeed the fourth-floor corridor, with everything unchanged. The girl from before was still entangled with the Demon’s Fire at the other end of the corridor.
The only difference was that the door to his temporary room was now open.
A figure was emerging from the open door.