She tried to speak, but every word tore at her throat and came out as barely a trembling thread of voice, mixed with blood.
"Y-yes…" she murmured, her eyes full of tears, her gaze lost in nothing. "Whatever… it takes… I accept… just… just don't let me… die here…"
The last thing Mary heard before passing out was a satisfied laugh.
"Good choice, little one."
After that, the darkness swallowed everything once more.
The Demon Lord let out a long sigh, like someone who has just finished telling a story they had been carrying for far too long.
"Well, I think that's enough history class for one day," she said, lazily stretching her arms above her head. "I don't want to overwhelm you with everything at once… it would be a shame if that little head of yours exploded before its time."
And with one last snap of her fingers, the setting changed again.
