A Bet with Slutty Evil Being!

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Asmodea couldn't help but wonder how Reginald had managed to sneak up on Sitri and inject her without her noticing. She made a mental note to be on the lookout for any similar tactics in the future.

As the winds were strong and constantly shifting in the surrounding area, releasing poison into the air would not have been an effective method for Reginald.

He had to resort to a liquid poison, but the process of producing such poison was limited given their current setting.

Asmodea was no stranger to using poison through physical touch to gather information, but she could not figure out how Reginald managed to do it. She searched him thoroughly for any weapons or items that could have held poison, but her efforts were fruitless.

The mystery of how Reginald poisoned Sitri remained unsolved, and Asmodea knew that the only way to find out was through violent conflict.

The lack of evidence of a weapon or poison-containing item on Reginald made Asmodea feel uneasy. Was he carrying the poison within his own body? And if so, was he immune to its effects?

Asmodea needed to be cautious in her approach, as any wrong move could prove to be fatal. Perhaps it was time to utilize her own powers and abilities to gain the upper hand in this battle of wits and strength.

Asmodea couldn't help but feel disgusted at Reginald's lack of honor and dignity as a demon. "Honestly, I would never have imagined such a cowardly approach to killing off an opponent from a proud demon," she taunted, hoping to provoke a reaction from him.

Reginald, however, remained unfazed and defended his actions with pride. "Well, just in case you lost track, I'm a damn assassin," he declared. "In point of fact, I am the only member of my squad that even makes an effort to engage in stealth and genuine assassination. My adversary will meet their end at my hand, and it won't matter how it happens: by poison, by sword, or by natural causes."

Asmodea couldn't help but feel disgusted at his lack of morality and principles, but she remained composed. "And what if your opponent is able to defend against your cowardly tactics?" she questioned. "What if they are able to overcome your poison or evade your sword strikes? Will you then have the courage to face them head-on in battle?"

Reginald chuckled arrogantly, amused by her challenge. "If it comes to it, I will fight on the front lines of the battle," he boasted. "I definitely hope you can give me appropriate enjoyment."

Asmodea gritted her teeth at his words, frustrated by his arrogance and lack of respect. She knew that she would have to be careful if she wanted to defeat him and save Sitri from his clutches.

Asmodea's mind raced as she tried to figure out how Reginald would engage in combat without any visible weapons.

Was he a skilled hand-to-hand combatant? Did he have concealed weapons in his clothing or shoes? She couldn't let her guard down for even a moment in this potentially deadly situation.

However, Asmodea's initial assumption that magic wasn't a factor was about to be proven wrong.

Suddenly, Reginald's eyes began to glow with an otherworldly light, and he started chanting in a language that Asmodea didn't recognize.

She felt a surge of energy emanating from him, and her intuition told her that he was casting some sort of spell.

Asmodea braced herself for whatever was about to happen, but to her surprise, nothing did. Reginald's spell seemed to have no effect, and he simply stood there, smirking at her. Asmodea couldn't help but wonder what kind of magic he was attempting to use and why it had failed.

Her mind still racing, Asmodea tried to anticipate Reginald's next move. She knew that he was a dangerous opponent, and she couldn't afford to underestimate him.

Asmodea decided to take the direct approach and charged straight at Reginald, swinging her massive claymore towards his torso. It was a powerful move, but Reginald was not caught off guard.

He gracefully hopped over the incoming attack with remarkable agility, dodging the attack with ease. Asmodea's attack had missed its mark.

In response, Reginald pulled off an incredible feat of acrobatics. With a quick kick of his foot, he launched his shoe straight at Asmodea while she was still in midair.

But Asmodea was just as quick on her feet. She managed to move the shoe out of her path with ease. However, when she looked back at Reginald, she was surprised to find that his foot was no longer in the shoe.

Asmodea was left wondering just how Reginald had managed to remove his foot from the shoe so quickly and efficiently.

She realized that she was up against a skilled and cunning opponent who was capable of more than just physical prowess. It was clear that she needed to be on guard and stay alert to every possible threat.

Asmodea charged at Reginald, wielding her claymore with the intent to strike him. However, Reginald proved to be a nimble opponent and easily leapt over the swing of her sword.

As he landed, he made a swift move by kicking his shoe towards Asmodea, forcing her to dodge it. In the blink of an eye, Reginald's foot was no longer in the shoe, catching Asmodea off guard.

Reginald then took advantage of the moment and launched a series of attacks on Asmodea. He first kicked his other shoe directly at her stomach and simultaneously kicked his bare foot into her knees.

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