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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: shyan
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Amelda, captured by the demons, was being dragged away in a pitiful state.
With shackles suppressing her magic, she was taken to the basement of a shabby building used as a stronghold by the demons.
The place was dark and filled with an unpleasant atmosphere.
And then,
“You all can leave. I will personally interrogate her.”
“Yes, Lady Elisia.”
“I’ll be nearby. Call me immediately if anything happens.”
As soon as they arrived, the demon woman Elisia sent her subordinates away. She then locked the door and slowly turned her gaze toward Amelda.
“Well then… now that there’s no one to interrupt us…”
With a chilling smile on her lips, she licked them slightly.
Amelda instinctively suppressed her fear and stared coldly at her.
‘Are you planning to torture me? Go ahead, I dare you. You will never get the answer you want!’
Having already endured countless tortures at the hands of the Falcon Empire, she could withstand almost any form of torment. Moreover, she had no thoughts of betrayal; she would rather face death than give in.
Preparing herself mentally for the pain that was about to come, Amelda watched as Elisia, a high-ranking demon, approached her with a thick gaze.
“Fufu…”
Elisia let out a small laugh filled with excitement and anticipation.
She moved her hand slowly, reminiscent of a spider, and began to caress Amelda’s chin.
“To be honest, I’m really surprised. I never expected to find such an unexpected gift so far from home.”
“Ugh….”
Elisia’s touch was both soft and creepy.
Amelda instinctively frowned and looked directly at Elisia’s face.
And then…
“Spit!”
“…”
Amelda spat in the face of the filthy demon before her.
With a furious expression, she shouted at Elisia in a firm voice.
“Don’t insult a knight! Just kill me now! You filthy bastards who killed the Hero! Do you think your torture will make me talk?”
As a knight and once a member of the Hero party, she faced her end with dignity.
Of course, this might lead to an even more painful death, but Amelda didn’t care about that.
She had come here with the mindset of a martyr seeking to atone for her sins.
Having squandered the chance to save the world due to foolish mistakes and allowed the Hero to be killed, she was ready to embrace what could only be called a worst-case scenario… no, she longed for it.
She believed that would bring her at least some peace of mind.
And regarding her provocation,
Elisia wiped the spit from her face and began to smile eerily.
“…Haha. Well now… you’re more troublesome than I expected. How dare a pathetic traitor speak of Heroes?”
While still smiling, Elisia spoke with a voice that felt chillingly furious for just a moment.
Then she slowly drew out a green dagger from her waist.
“And so, I’ve decided. Normally I would extract some information and hand you over in relatively good condition, but since you’re being so brazen…”
As she spoke, Elisia began to channel dark magic into the dagger she held.
At that moment,
Amelda’s expression froze as she sensed an ominous energy suddenly rising.
‘W-what is that? What is she…’
Instead of simply channeling magic into the blade,
Elisia lightly cut one of her fingertips and began to concentrate magic within the blood that flowed from it—casting some unknown spell.
In that instant, Amelda realized this was not going to be ordinary torture; something horrifying beyond what she had anticipated was about to happen…
She instinctively felt that something terrible was going to occur beyond mere pain.
“Y-you! What are you planning to do?”
“Fufu…”
Trembling slightly from sudden fear, Amelda asked without realizing it.
In response to her question, Elisia approached with an unsettling laugh.
“It’s nothing special… since your kind is elves. I thought I’d have some fun with you after such a long time…”
With those words, Elisia brought the dagger closer to Amelda’s abdomen.
At that moment, Amelda felt as if something terrible was about to happen.
“W-wait… what is this?”
And then.
– Thud!
“Gaaaah!!!!”
In the next moment, Elisia plunged the dagger into Amelda’s abdomen.
At the same time, an overwhelming surge of pain hit her, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
However,
in this moment of unimaginable agony striking her mind,
Amelda instinctively realized something.
The pain enveloping her body was definitely not just simple hurt.
Beneath the worst pain she could imagine, something far more terrifying lurked.
‘What is this… what is happening? What is this?!’
A horrific sensation began to tear through her entire body starting from her abdomen.
It felt like black ink being poured onto a pure white canvas…
This dreadful feeling twisted her very essence, and Amelda started to be engulfed by an overwhelming fear she had never experienced before.
And then…
“Hmm… I guess once isn’t enough?”
With that remark, Elisia pulled the dagger out of Amelda’s abdomen.
At that moment, Amelda felt the excruciating pain that had turned her body upside down begin to fade away, and she gasped for breath.
“! Cough! Hah… hah…”
What felt like mere seconds stretched into what seemed like hours, and right after it ended, a groan stained with agony escaped Amelda’s lips.
However, at that moment, there were no visible wounds left on Amelda’s abdomen from the dagger.
There were traces of blood splattered everywhere, but that was all.
There were no signs of torn skin or ruptured organs whatsoever.
But before Amelda could fully comprehend this fact,
Elisia, covered in Amelda’s blood, looked down at her with a thick smile and said,
“Impressive. Even with your magic sealed, you managed to resist to this extent. Anyone else wouldn’t have even survived the attempt.”
Elisia spoke with delight about something incomprehensible.
Amelda looked up at Elisia’s face and began to speak in a trembling voice.
“Haah… haah… what… what was that…?”
Overwhelmed by unimaginable fear, she helplessly blurted out her question.
At this moment, all that remained in her heart was not the pride of a knight or thoughts of atonement but only questions and fears about this incomprehensible situation she was facing.
“Tell me! What are you doing to me? What do you want from me?!”
Amelda shouted with a voice that sounded like she was having a seizure.
And in response to her questions,
Elisia began to speak with a voice filled with joy.
“Well, it’s nothing too special. I just wanted to play a little prank like I used to do on annoying elf girls back when I was younger.”
As she said this, Elisia lightly licked the blood from Amelda’s dagger with her tongue.
Then she looked at the terrified Amelda and casually said,
“Do you know what a dark elf is?”
“!”
The word that came from Elisia’s mouth was one that felt utterly blasphemous to even utter.
It referred to elves of noble blood blessed by the gods who had been forcibly twisted and corrupted by high-ranking demons.
Hearing that horrific name—a curse so terrible it was considered both a blasphemy against the gods and a disgrace to elves—made Amelda realize the situation before her and caused all color to drain from her face.
“Y-you can’t mean… you’re not saying you’re going to turn me into one…”
“Fufu… there’s no need to be so tense. I’ve gotten pretty good at this over the years. I’ve been doing it for over a decade, you know. I’ve turned enough elves into Dark Elves to populate an entire village, so don’t worry. Your body won’t explode halfway through the process or anything.”
With those words, Elisia once again began to channel her blood and magic into the dagger as she aimed it at Amelda’s abdomen.
Watching this unfold, Amelda started shaking uncontrollably as she slowly shook her head.
“N-no….”
“Just relax… I’ll make you pretty soon enough. And as a bonus service, I’ll make sure to twist your rotten mind as well, so be grateful.”
“Noooooo!!!!!!”
– Thud!
… yanderes be scary