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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: shyan
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“Haah… haah…”
Amelda trembled all over, letting out groans of pain.
At this moment, her fingertips were already stained brown, and her body, eroded by the demons’ dark magic, was so damaged that she could no longer use normal magic.
Simultaneously, the sharp pain that felt like it was eating away at her entire body continued to clash with her mind.
She felt an urgent need to accept this inevitable fate.
To stop the meaningless resistance and find peace instead.
However at this moment,
despite the intense temptation,
Amelda was still doing her best to suppress the horrific energy that was trying to consume her body.
‘I… will not… yield… absolutely… I will not become… a dark elf…’
Even if it meant her body would be torn apart, she was determined not to fall into corruption.
As she struggled to suppress the terrible sensations raging within her, Amelda clasped her hands together and began to pray earnestly.
She hoped to endure until the very end…
That she would not lose her purity as an elf until her last breath.
Amelda prayed to the gods…
And to the Hero whom she believed was watching over her from above with concern.
At that moment…
– Creeeak
“!”
In the next instant, she heard the sound of a door opening.
Amelda thought that the ugly and terrible demon Elisia had come again to continue corrupting her.
“Ugh… you should stop this pointless act. I am Amelda, a knight of the Elf Church… I will not yield to a mere demon like you!”
Though her body was horrifically damaged and her mind was already frayed, Amelda spoke with a firm voice.
However, in the next moment, she realized that the figure entering the room was not Elisia but someone she had never seen before.
A demon warrior clad in black armor.
Holding a massive greatsword and exuding an unmistakable ominous aura, Amelda began to hope that perhaps this filthy demon had finally given up on corrupting her.
‘So they’ve decided to kill me after all? If so, then so be it… I have no reason to live anymore. If I can die cleanly as a noble elf warrior, then that’s fine.’
Feeling relief at the thought of dying with at least some honor intact along with her atonement, Amelda prepared for her end.
Then…
“Oh? It really is you, Amelda?”
“!”
In the next moment,
Amelda’s face hardened at the sound reaching her ears.
The voice came from the demon warrior in black armor.
It was…
the voice of someone she thought she would never hear again.
A voice she had longed for in dreams but could not feel happy about in this situation.
Realizing this, Amelda, who had been looking down, felt herself trembling all over again.
‘W-what…? This voice? No way… No… it can’t be… it can’t be true…’
Caught in shock that struck her like a blow to the head, Amelda tried to deny reality.
However, at this moment…
despite her efforts,
a clear truth began to take root in Amelda’s mind—one she could not ignore.
“It’s been a while. Have you been well?”
Once again, that chilling greeting struck her ears,
and Amelda slowly began to lift her head in terror.
Right after…
She saw a man removing his helmet before her eyes.
That scene began to inflict upon Amelda a terrible sensation as if someone were gouging out her eyes with a sword.
“Y-you… Hero?”
The Hero clad in filthy demon armor exuded an evil aura.
At this moment, there was no trace of the noble will he once possessed reflected in his cold smile.
And seeing this version of the Hero,
Amelda desperately tried to deny it with all her might.
“N-no… it can’t be true. The Hero died back then! He met a noble death from the Demon King’s blade! Who… who are you?! Even if you disguise yourself as him, I won’t be fooled!”
“Haah…”
The Hero let out a deep sigh in response to Amelda’s outburst.
Then he looked down at Amelda with a cold expression and said,
“I’m sorry, but this isn’t a lie or trick.”
“N-no… it can’t be… it can’t…”
“Even if you say otherwise… you already know? That I am indeed the Hero.”
“No! No!!!”
Tears streamed down Amelda’s face as she desperately tried to deny it.
However, at this moment,
even though she shouted denial with her mouth, deep down inside, she could no longer refuse this truth.
Just moments ago and even now, Amelda was slowly being consumed by the demons’ magic.
In her situation, the sight of the fallen Hero standing before her was strikingly vivid.
The Hero had not met a glorious death but had instead fallen into corruption, a fact that weighed heavily on her mind.
“Is this… because of me? Because of me… this happened? Did this happen because I betrayed you?”
As she accepted the existence of the Hero, now tainted by her foolish choice, Amelda felt something within her shatter.
This was an unbearable truth for her to bear.
Consequently, Amelda’s already fragile mental state began to crumble.
“Ah… ahh…”
She let out a desperate cry filled with emptiness, sorrow, and profound regret.
Immediately after, the skin on Amelda’s fingertips, stained a deep brown, began to spread rapidly across her body.
Elisia’s suppressed magic forcefully engulfed her, twisting both Amelda’s body and mind.
‘It doesn’t matter anymore… Nothing matters now… Someone like me… doesn’t care what happens anymore…’
Overwhelmed by extreme guilt, Amelda could no longer think about her pride as an elf or her disdain for dark elves.
Her once pure skin and heart became tainted like the dirt beneath her.
As a result…
The noble elven knight Amelda, once part of the Hero’s party, ceased to exist in this world.
What remained was merely a dark elf woman with brown skin and black hair.
Once all transformations were complete, the dark elf woman, formerly known as Amelda, stood before her master Elisia.
With sincerity, she bowed and said,
“O great master Elisia… please accept this humble loyalty from me.”
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Watching the former elven knight transform into a dark elf in real-time filled me with a sense of relief similar to when I turned Terra into a dog before.
‘What a sight. I never thought I’d see that arrogant woman reduced to groveling on the ground like this.’
Amelda, who had always prided herself on being a noble elf, was now little more than a pawn. She had betrayed the Hero by becoming the lapdog of that traitor Torare.
I had expected it would take some time for her to face her reckoning; however, she received her punishment much quicker than I anticipated.
And in the most humiliating way possible—by becoming a dark elf.
Dark elves are considered fallen elves who have become slaves to demons.
According to the original story, dark elves retain their memories but instinctively possess absolute loyalty to their demon masters—even if that master was someone they aimed to kill just hours earlier.
At this moment, I could clearly see this truth through Amelda, who was bowing before Elisia.
“What can I say… it’s satisfying but also somewhat fascinating that such a proud elf has ended up like this.”
“Dark elves are inherently like this. They possess some intelligence and free will but must absolutely obey their master’s commands. In that regard, they can be quite reliable slaves.”
Now under Elisia’s command, Amelda was literally licking her feet.
At first glance, it resembled Terra’s behavior as she guarded my room in the corner of the Demon King’s castle; however, there was a significant difference between them.
While Terra acts purely on animal instincts with some awareness buried deep within her mind, Amelda was entirely aware and willingly licking Elisia’s feet at that moment.
In some ways, one could argue that she was better off than Terra since she seemed to genuinely feel ‘happiness.’
As I watched Amelda completely submit to my command in such a dog-like manner, I heard someone speak up.
“So… Hero? So what do you think? Do you like my gift?”
