Evil Lord - Calca Sword

Telling herself that as she ran, Remedios spotted Calca trapped by Jaldabaoth. There was no time to look for Kelart.

Jaldabaoth had grabbed Calca’s legs with his huge hands. Both of his limbs were enveloped in flames. The sound of flesh roasting was audible from beneath her heated armor. Her face in her helmet was nearly mad with agony, her neat rows of teeth clenched.

The coward! He’s taken her hostage!

What does he want?

Remedios braced herself and then couldn’t believe her ears when she heard what Jaldabaoth said next.

“This is a good weapon.”

“—Huh?”

For a moment, she looked down at her Holy Sword.

Does he want my sword?

“I thought she would make a good weapon the moment I saw her.”

Jaldabaoth lifted his arm, dangling Calca at eye level before bringing her down again—as if he were swinging a sword.

There was a snapping noise and a muffled cry from Calca.

The combination of Jaldabaoth’s overwhelming power and her own weight proved too much for Calca’s knees, which bent in a direction they were never intended to go.

That was when Remedios finally understood what he meant.

The demon was saying that he would use Holy Lady Calca Bessarez as his weapon.

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Volume 12, Chapter 1.4