The green-winged butterfly spread its wings, leaving a trail of luminescence in the air as it flew towards Olihagan.
Seeing this delicate creature flying towards him, he instinctively tensed his muscles and stepped back, his hand unconsciously reaching for the giant steel axe behind the Stubborn Throne.
Seeing this scene, Plague Butterfly once again let out a light, mocking laugh.
"Don't be afraid, valiant Demon Lord. It's just a butterfly, a slightly special butterfly... This is a gift from my master to you."
The butterfly flew following the movement of Plague Butterfly's fingertips, and she also walked towards Olihagan with clear footsteps.
"It can increase your strength, quicken your reactions, fortify your will... make you feel like you've returned to your peak."
Plague Butterfly's words were like sweet poison, deeply tempting. Listening to her description, Olihagan's panting breath gradually relaxed.