The tentacle that had been attacking Emmett stormed into where Kevin and the others were. Kevin cursed while injecting Hex into the knight’s body, which was being devoured to the bone.

The sooner the corpse has died, the higher the ability recovery limit. The knight was close to dying, and Kevin had to sacrifice the man to ensure the survival of the remaining men.

The White Knights looked at their revived comrades with gloomy faces. Their comrades, whose heads were torn apart, had both arms missing, or whose skin was torn, leaving only muscles, were rushing towards the demons.

And then they were swallowed or eaten again. The corpses that had managed to retain their forms all turned into pieces of flesh.

Kevin shouted at the White Knights who were only shedding tears.

“Walk! Damn it! Keep walking, don’t stop!”

It would be difficult to tear the bodies apart. But what other choice did they have? The knights kept walking. Stepping on the corpses of their dead comrades, they continued to protect the Blue Knights, who were rushing toward the demons.

Ahead was a red light. It was the path Raiden had desperately protected.

“Move the injured!”

“This way, hurry!”

“Here, we need clean cloth!”

Three, four, five, and six. Among the twenty-eight White Knights, only six managed to pass through the corridor. People anxiously looked beyond the corridor. There were still eight Blue Knights and two Red Knights who had not passed through.

“I see the knights over there! Bring more cloth!”

“Water! Pass me the water!”

Kevin and Brody were supporting the limping Red Knight as they walked towards them. People moved the unconscious Red Knight to dry ground.

While the medic, Viscount Karl, examined the Red Knight’s condition, Raiden asked Brody,

“What about the others?”

Brody could only bow his head without saying a word. Raiden turned his gaze back to Kevin, but he was still unable to shake off the guilt of sacrificing people.

No one else survived. And Emmett had not yet returned. It was when Raiden stepped into the corridor with a heavy heart.

“Co–Commander!”

Emmett, who was covered in black ooze, looked completely worn out. But the magic was too intense. Not only did the support soldiers without magic resistance fail to assist him, but no knight could support him either.

Raiden was in the same situation. It was a serious poison. He could feel a lethal dose of magic around Emmett. This was why he alone had faced dozens of superior demons.

Emmett gave up healing himself for the sake of the people and raised his sword. The result was what they saw before them.

Raiden’s eyes shook. The poison was a highly contagious disease. Even someone with high magic resistance could not avoid infection when their skin came into contact with that l*quid.

Emmett, sitting down as his strength waned, seemed to know that and let go of his sword. Meeting Raiden’s eyes, he smiled with resignation.

“Close the door… Raiden.”

There was a door at the end of the corridor. If they closed it, Raiden’s hex would disappear, and the statues would attack Emmet again. He wouldn’t survive.

Raiden clenched his jaw, holding the door handle. There was no one who could pull him up from the corridor right now. It was suicidal. There was no one, to begin with, who could heal that poisoning…

Thunk!

However, at that moment, the sound of footsteps brushed past his ear. It was the Black Cloak.

She pushed past the people and came into the corridor to support Emmett. Raiden’s eyes widened at the sudden turn of events.

No matter how accustomed one was to magic, touching the black l*quid would inevitably cause pain.

But the Black Cloak calmly placed Emmett’s arm on her shoulder with an indifferent expression. Was that really possible?

“I will find a way somehow, so just make room for me!”

As Raiden shed tears in a daze, he belatedly scanned his surroundings.

Outside the corridor, there were several diverging paths. Along the way, there were large and small rooms, places he hadn’t had a chance to check because he was guarding the corridor.

The other knights also searched for a room where they could isolate Emmett. Along the left path, there was a safe room without any demons.

After a moment of confusion, Raiden nodded at Rosé.

Rosé started walking down the hallway with Emmett. It was not an easy task for one woman to support a robust man who seemed to be about 190 centimeters tall.

She had been trained by her master, so at least she had some experience. If she were an ordinary woman, she wouldn’t even dare to try.

‘You’ll see. I’m sure I’ll be able to collect a hefty life allowance later.’

Hmph.

Rosé groaned while exerting strength in her arms and deltoids. Her muscles cramped, and she suffered from pain.

To make matters worse, an unpleasant and bitter smell filled the air from his body, which was covered in bodily fl*ids. It smelled like burnt coffee.

“Ugh, haah…!”

They finally reached the entrance just as she was about to collapse from exhaustion. Raiden hastily closed the door, frightening the two of them.

People had already evacuated to the opposite side of the paths, anticipating Emmett’s arrival. But some couldn’t hold back and vomited at the strong magic filling the space.

Only Raiden, who had strong resistance to black magic, was able to guide the two of them to an empty room from a distance. He anxiously asked Rosé.

“Are you… okay?”

Although it might be hard to see due to the Black Cloak, he knew her palm was covered in black bodily fl*ids.

Ordinary people would not have been able to endure it. But even at this very moment, when she was directly exposed to the black magic, she did not let go of Emmett.

“Not yet… huuh… I’m okay.”

Rosé, who had sat Emmett down in a corner, spoke while taking deep breaths. In fact, this situation was a gamble for her as well.

She relied solely on the magic resistance effect of the black cloak. That was the only reason she pushed through. But the problem has started now.

“Ugh… haah, ugh.”

The poison that had penetrated her wounds was spreading rapidly. Her skin was barely visible. The black magic was slowly corroding through Emmett’s whole body.

Rosé gulped down her saliva. Now it was an even bigger gamble.

“Raiden, could you leave for a moment?”

“What?”

“And please keep anyone from coming in.”

Is she trying to heal him? There wouldn’t be anyone approaching because of the black magic anyway.

But he could be of help. Even if he couldn’t directly touch Emmett, he could supplement Hex.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I can help too. I can provide Hex…”

“No. There shouldn’t be any interference.”

Raiden’s eyebrows twitched at Rosé’s firm conclusion. For some reason, a momentary feeling of displeasure surged within him.

Belatedly, he noticed her small hand firmly gripping Emmett’s hand, which came into view.

Raiden’s fist clenched tightly. He was startled by his own blind anger and hastily stepped back.

“I’m sorry.”

Raiden fled the room as if running away. Now, only Rosé and Emmett remained inside the cave.

Finally relieved, Rosé unbuttoned Emmett’s pants with a snap.

The reason she sent Raiden out of the room. And the true identity of the bigger gamble that awaited her.

‘This is not s*xual assault, no, absolutely not….’

Rosé placed her hand on the limp p*nis inside Emmett’s pants and closed her eyes tightly. To save Emmett, she had chosen to absorb his s*men.

She knew it was absurd, but at least it was worth a try. She had the mindset of grasping at straws for someone on the brink of death.

Recalling the boundary that occurred at the duke’s castle marked the beginning of her determination. Clearly, it was the succubus’s concubine who had received part of the monster’s body at that time…

— You wouldn’t happen to be…?

— You’ve come to… save me.

At first, she returned his body to that of a human. But in the end, he turned into dust and vanished as a demon.

‘If absorbing s*men erases black magic….’

When she absorbed the demon’s s*men, they vanished, and the succubus’s concubine returned to being human again.

She didn’t know if she could deactivate the toxicity of poison through s*men absorption.

‘Sir, I’m sorry, but we need to see what happens first.’

Rosé gently shook Emmett’s c*ck, holding back her tears. You look like a saint, sir, but you are so big. What can I do if I can’t even hold his c*ck before it’s even er*ect?

Fortunately, Emmett was unconscious in his unfortunate state. While her purpose was to treat him, if he had seen himself being touched by a strange woman, albeit in a way to help him, he would have died of shame, not of the poison.

‘Sir. I hope you don’t mind, but it keeps getting bigger.’

Nevertheless, she still felt guilty for teasing the g*nitalia of an unconscious person. Rosé cried out in self-pity as she clutched the overflowing p*nis with both hands.

Our knight, you really are a perfect weapon, your balls are just right. And you have a huge amount of pre-c*m, too….

Amidst the confusion, Rosé kept having such unnecessary thoughts while fondling his ivory-colored foreskin.

You have a beautiful color. Ah, that’s not it. I’m sorry, Sir Knight. But you know this is all for you.

Rosé stroked the p*nis as delicately as possible in a chaste manner. But Rosé’s eyes, as she looked at Emmett’s extraordinary er*ect*on, were suddenly sparkling.

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Thump, thump, thump.

A moist sound regularly penetrated Emmett’s ear. Perhaps it was because his body had become sensitive to the poison. The lower half of his body was hot and tingling.

How long had he let his guard down? In his drowsiness, Emmett’s eyelids slowly opened. His vision was blurred due to his toxic state. It felt like he was amidst the dense fog.

But the annoying sound continued. His feverish lower body was also the same.

“It’s all for you, Sir. I… haah, I really didn’t want it to be like this. Do you believe me?”

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound was quite intense for someone who claimed it was all for him. Ugh, a groan escaped from Emmett. Then someone in front of him flinched and raised their chin.

In his blurred vision, he saw a round face. Everything was white, except for the Black Cloak she was wearing.

“Black Cloak….”

Emmett placed his hand on Rosé’s shoulder, swaying like someone suffering from a hangover.

“I really… wanted to say hello.”

Perhaps due to a fever, the ground seemed to tremble as if something was about to explode.

“Thank you for saving me….”

Unknowingly, he caught a whiff of a fragrance emanating from her cloak. It had a faint scent of roses, like the rose garden he had seen before.

In an instant, an overwhelming sensation surged through his body, and without realizing it, his hand grew stronger. After a while, a languid breath escaped him.

Emmett closed his eyes again. He was relieved that he could finally deliver his message. The corner of one side of Emmett’s mouth, as he slept, lifted slightly.

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