202 Freedom

The Spiritual Land was vast, with many snowy fields apart from the central point where luxurious buildings that Noah had built stood. His body teleported to a particular snowy field in the Frozen Plateau Spiritual Land as he found the figure of a certain Demon Empress that was blankly looking out across the peaceful area.

Barbatos sat on a field of snow as her bare white legs sank down into the ground, the freezing cold not bothering her one bit. Her body that was greatly injured from Baal's attacks had outwardly fully healed, with her skin as clear as it was before. Noah had a complex expression as he thought about how he would be moving from now on when he spoke out. 

"How are you feeling?"

Barbatos was dressed in her gothic dress as she looked across the snowy plains of the Spiritual Land. She didn't even turn around to look at Noah when she replied.

"I'm fucking peachy, little fish."