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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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“He’s truly despicable. To think he would endure my beatings and try to take over my house… It still gives me chills just thinking about it.”
I had, at some point, started to believe in the existence of demons.
“Isabelle, once this is over, let’s prepare to return to the capital. If I can get some money this time, I’ll write a proper letter with a bribe. I have a way to make a lot of money.”
I had been to a temple once.
I must have been nine years old.
I went with my family, hand in hand.
The temple had white stone pillars lined up like candlesticks.
The priests all wore warm smiles, and the sound of footsteps echoing on the marble floor brought a sense of peace.
In a corner of the temple, a priest was teaching children about demons.
My sisters and I learned how dangerous demons were.
“Isabelle, so, after we deal with that Evan bastard, just close your eyes and sleep with my friends once each. You know what I mean, right? Isabelle, you wanted to go back to the capital too, didn’t you? I’ll charge them money, you just spread your legs once each, and then we’ll go back to the capital, nice and clean. We’ll forget everything that happened here. Good?”
Demons used sweet words and wicked magic to bewitch and devour people.
They dragged humans down to the depths of despair.
So, if you encountered a demon, you had to run away.
“I’m so glad the priestess came, aren’t you? If she had been any later, I would have been demon food. That’s right. And to really make some money, how about asking Elena as well? Good?”
Today, for the first time since I was nine, I met a priestess.
The priestess, who introduced herself as Lumia, had a pure appearance befitting her profession and possessed powerful divine power.
She said that eliminating demons was the righteous path.
“Isabelle, am I speaking so fucking rudely that you can’t understand me? When your husband asks, you should answer, ‘Yes, I understand.’ Right?”
Demons used sweet words and wicked magic to bewitch and devour people.
They dragged humans down to the depths of despair.
So, if you encountered a demon, you had to run away.
“Isabelle!”
There was a demon here.
The demon who had come to ruin my life was waiting for me with its mouth wide open.
“I’m sorry, dear. I was lost in thought. What were you saying?”
“Do I have to repeat myself? So…”
I received the love and passion from Evan that Carlson had never given me.
No matter how many times I prayed to God, nothing ever came back to me, but Evan, who loved me even though I had ignored his suffering, saved me from hell.
“That sounds like a good idea. But, dear, you look terrible. Elena and I will take care of the preparations, so why don’t you get some rest in the bedroom?”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes, of course. Just get some sleep, and Elena and I will move everything. It didn’t sound like there were any heavy objects.”
If that was a demon, then what was Carlson?
What words could describe this lowlife who only saw me as a tool for social advancement?
What word other than “demon” could describe this beast in human skin who had even extended his claws towards my family?
“Alright, then I’ll get some sleep, so get everything ready. And tell Elena about my plan.”
“Yes, dear.”
It didn’t matter if Evan was a demon.
God had never looked upon me.
As soon as Carlson fell asleep, I closed the bedroom door and took off the ring.
Across the hall, Elena was emerging from her room.
“Elena.”
“Mistress.”
Elena, with the same expression as mine, was taking off her ring.
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“Fuck.”
This is exactly the kind of thing an idiot would do.
Always failing to stay calm and ruining everything.
Even though I knew that those who pretended to be heroes always met the same end, it was in a fool’s nature to try and fight someone they couldn’t beat.
“I should have just run away. I could have stabbed that pig later and taken them with me.”
Idiot.
I was a real idiot.
I wasn’t a hero or the Demon King, so what possessed me to attack a priestess?
I should have run away as soon as I saw her.
What made me think I could fight her?
“That fucking bitch. Fuck. If she’s a priestess, she should have killed that pig first. Why the fuck is she bothering me when I haven’t done anything?”
There were many reasons.
Firstly, I hadn’t done anything wrong.
Secondly, it felt unfair that Carlson was walking around scot-free while I was being punished just for being a demon.
“Fucking bastard.”
And thirdly, I couldn’t abandon Isabelle and Elena.
“Fucking assholes.”
I couldn’t just leave them and run away.
“I just wanted to live a good life. I haven’t harmed anyone.”
If I escaped alone, I knew I would keep thinking about them.
Isabelle and Elena’s faces would haunt me every day, and I would eventually return to this mansion.
In the end, I was trying to escape while still chained, so I couldn’t complain about the outcome.
Acting all high and mighty as a demon, only to be bound by humans, was truly pathetic.
“Fucking idiot.”
I didn’t want to know what would happen next.
Now that they knew I was a demon, I couldn’t expect any help from Isabelle or Elena.
Once that crazy priestess finished chanting her exorcism spell, I would turn to dust and fall into hell.
“Aaaaaah…!”
I twisted and turned, trying to force my way out, but the rope only tightened around me with each movement, causing me more pain.
The window leading outside was right in front of me, but I couldn’t even crawl towards it.
“Fu…ck…!”
A familiar feeling of despair washed over me, settling at the bottom of the attic.
I should have run away, I should have abandoned them then and there.
They wouldn’t have helped me anyway, since I was a demon.
My eyes welled up, but I held back the tears.
How smug that priestess would be if she saw me crying as I died.
I wanted to stay strong until the very end, cursing them, asking what I had done wrong.
Was it wrong to try and claw my way out from the bottom?
“Fuck, what’s the big deal about killing three inhuman bastards?”
I grumbled and stretched out my body.
It was pointless to keep struggling, I would only tire myself out.
It was better to relax and wait for the priestess to arrive.
That way, I could curse them until the very end.
I had to compose myself now, or I would burst into tears in front of the priestess.
Tap-tap-tap—
I was lying there when I lifted my head.
Because I heard footsteps.
It was too early for the priestess to be back.
She had said it would take some time to prepare, and it hadn’t even been an hour since she left me tied up here.
I felt a flicker of hope, then shook my head.
It was probably that pig.
He was probably coming up here with his belt unbuckled, ready to beat the demon who had been cuckolding him.
Elena and Isabelle were probably planning their escape.
I hadn’t trusted them from the beginning.
I had planned to use them for a while and then abandon them.
“Fuck…!”
It was true.
The footsteps drew closer.
I shook my head and slammed my forehead against the floor.
I wished I could just pass out, but my mind remained clear, despite the throbbing pain in my head.
The footsteps, now right outside the door, quickened like a drummer’s crescendo, then stopped abruptly as a hand slammed against the attic door.
Bang!
“Evan!”
And the door opened.
Elena and Isabelle were standing there.
“…What?”
Before I could say anything, Elena started untying my ropes while Isabelle kept watch.
I couldn’t understand the situation.
Why were they untying me?
They would be screwed if they were caught helping a demon.
“What the hell? Hey, fuck, I’m a demon. Didn’t you just hear the priestess?”
The two of them continued untying the ropes in silence.
But I kept talking.
“You’ll be screwed if you’re caught doing this. Helping a demon? You’ll all die. I’m serious! I saw a whole family destroyed because they helped a demon when I was living on the streets.”
Elena, sweating profusely, stopped untying the ropes.
She looked at me with anxious eyes.
Her face was pale, and her lips were tightly pressed together.
Frowning at me, she asked,
“So?”
Did she not understand the situation?
Had she gone crazy?
I explained again,
“So? So, you shouldn’t untie me…”
“What happens after you’re gone?”
“What?”
“Do you think we’ll be happy if you’re gone? Really? Do you think we can live peacefully without you?”
I said, because I had nothing else to say,
“…I’m a demon.”
“You’re not a demon.”
Elena said firmly as she continued untying the ropes.
Isabelle anxiously looked down the hallway and out the window towards the mansion entrance.
The pig was quiet, presumably asleep.
Elena started working on the knots around my ankles.
My arms were free, but my lower body was still immobile, bound by the ropes.
“You’re not a demon. You made the Mistress smile. Why would you be a demon?”
Elena pointed towards the master bedroom.
“The demon is over there. Right?”
I was speechless.
I should say something, but the words wouldn’t come out.
When had I ever felt like this before?
An unfamiliar emotion fluttered in my chest, unable to find its way out, then faded away.
Elena said,
“Let’s run away.”
Isabelle was nodding.
“And kill that demon bastard.”
The ropes around my ankles came loose.
“Let’s run far away and live together. I’ll do the housework, you can farm, and the Mistress can relax and read books. We’ll forget everything and live together, just the three of us.”
My heart pounded.
I looked directly at Elena.
Both Elena and Isabelle were smiling.
Just as I was about to nod, a shadow fell across the room in the moonlight.
“…Did I interrupt something?”
And then, a demon tapped on the window and spoke to me.
She had purple skin and ruby-red eyes.
Her large breasts were brazenly exposed beneath a flimsy piece of lingerie, and her long, flowing hair shimmered silver in the moonlight.
We froze, staring at her sudden appearance.
The demon smiled brightly at me and said,
“Why that look? Smile. Smile, I said. You look best when you’re smiling.”
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