Reincarnated as a Princess's Pet: With Trash Stats, but SSS-Rank Skill-Chapter 91: Father and Daughter Against the Devil

The pressure in the air changed. At first, it was subtle.

There were fewer bodies rising. Fewer hands trying to grab them. Fewer growls. The zombies were no longer appearing.

Max noticed it first, weaving between attacks.

And the others... did too.

The zombies were still attacking, yes.

But they were no longer an endless tide.

There were fewer. Far fewer.

The problem was, they were no longer in any condition to take advantage of it. Every one of them felt the exhaustion of the endless battle.

Neros spun. Again. And again. Like a perfect top.

His sword traced constant circles, clearing everything around him.

Bodies fell apart. Heads rolled across the ground in every direction.

"HA!"

He laughed. It showed. He was enjoying himself far too much, despite everything.

"...little Moonlight."

His voice came out between spins.

"You’d better go help Max."

Another slash. Another zombie split in two.

"I’ll take care of the ones left to cut down."

Moonlight was breathing hard. Her chest rose and fell sharply.

"...alright, I trust you, knight..."

She didn’t argue. She didn’t have the energy for that. And besides, she was worried about her father.

She took one step... then another, breaking into a run to support him.

Meanwhile, Dorian clenched his teeth. He managed to make his hand glow again.

This time, it held. The light remained steady over his wound.

"...come on..."

He muttered.

The pain was still there. But at last, the magic responded. The open flesh on his leg began to slowly close.

A few steps away, Abby let her arm fall.

Another fireball... didn’t come out.

"...I’m done..."

She exhaled sharply and moved closer to Dorian and Sophie, clearly exhausted.

"I’m coming with you. Cover me..."

Sophie trembled. Her hands searched through the leather bag.

Fast and desperate.

"...seals... seals..."

She checked everything. More than once.

But she realized...

Her eyes widened.

"...there are none left. I’m out of protection seals..."

Her hands stilled. Empty.

Around them, only Neros kept moving. Spinning with his sword, smiling and protecting them, while they collapsed from exhaustion. While the rest barely remained standing.

"You’re doing well, little brother."

Lamia panted. Layla’s body was still supporting her, until it dissolved in her hands. Her body turned into violet smoke, slipping from her grasp. She reappeared a few meters away and dropped to her knees.

"...tch..."

Her breathing was uneven. Her magic was consuming her.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Max ran toward his friends.

Dante followed him.

Both moving at great speed.

Max dodged a swipe. Then another. And another.

"Tell me something..."

He twisted his body, avoiding another attack from the devil.

"Why are there fewer zombies?"

He jumped back.

"...are you running out of magic?"

A pause.

His eyes sharpened, and he smiled.

"...or is it because you’re fighting yourself... and you can’t focus and channel it into more bodies?"

Dante stopped. For a second. Then he laughed.

A low, amused laugh.

"You read situations well..."

His eyes gleamed, and he lunged straight at him.

His claws aimed for Max’s head. Fast and precise.

But Max smiled. He stepped to the side, dodging the attack.

And in that instant, right in front of Dante, a flash appeared.

A freezing, burning line cut through the air.

Moonlight.

Her frostfire sword came down in a clean strike, straight toward the devil.

Dante’s arm split in half. From hand to elbow.

Silence.

Moonlight didn’t hesitate. She extended her magic, and the arm fell, freezing instantly. It began to shatter into pieces. Shards of flesh and ice scattered everywhere.

Dante was left one-armed.

Max let out a short laugh.

"You always show up right on time."

Moonlight lifted her chin, proud.

"I told you I’d watch your back, Father."

Dante looked at his arm. Then at them. And laughed as if nothing had happened, feeling no pain at all.

"If you do that again..."

His voice dropped.

"...I’ll rip those little wings off you."

Moonlight smiled.

"I’d like to see you try."

Max threw his hammer.

"Hey, don’t forget about me."

Dante dodged it.

But Moonlight was already there, unleashing another strike. Another lethal line.

Dante jumped—but not enough to avoid it.

The blade caught his leg. A deep cut.

Moonlight opened her mouth and spat fire at him.

But Dante blew. The air collided with the fireball and sent it back.

Straight at her.

Moonlight opened her mouth and swallowed it. Without hesitation.

"...thanks."

She licked her lips.

"I was a little hungry."

Dante moved again and vanished from her sight.

And appeared in front of Max, delivering a fast kick.

It hit.

Max didn’t manage to dodge.

But—

"...huh?"

The damage was minimal. Ridiculously low.

"2 damage...?"

Dante smiled.

"I’ve learned your secrets too."

His eyes gleamed.

"Don’t think I’m not smart."

And then he started kicking him repeatedly. One after another. Fast and constant. They were weak blows, but relentless.

Max stepped back, blocking as best he could. His breathing grew heavy. His body was wearing out.

[HP: 3]

Moonlight growled and lunged straight at Dante.

But he caught her, grabbing her by the head. He stopped her cold.

Max looked up.

"Moon, another fireball!"

She opened her mouth, drawing in air.

Dante smiled.

"That won’t work—"

"Throw it at me."

Silence.

Moonlight looked at him, and with complete trust in her father, she spat fire.

Straight at Max. The impact engulfed his body. Flames covered him completely.

But he didn’t scream, nor fall.

The fire resistance ring glowed. The magic absorbed the flames.

It turned them into healing, restoring his HP to full once more.

Max stepped out of the flames. Unharmed. Smiling.

"There are still tricks you haven’t learned."

Dante laughed.

"I didn’t expect that."

But he didn’t waste time. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Still holding Moon, he kicked her. Straight to the stomach. The impact was brutal. He let go. Her body was sent flying. She flew several meters and crashed into the remains of shattered corpses.

Moonlight hit the ground, unmoving.

Her eyes closed—she had passed out from exhaustion and pain.

The battle did not stop.

Max and Dante remained standing, waiting for the next move.