Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 647

Chapter 647

EP·647

I had ordered Caruberos to track the vampire’s tracks and find the enemy, but I actually had no expectations of him.

To be more honest, when I came back without finding it, I was just thinking about beating him up for being incompetent.

It was an attempt to guess that ‘what if it could be done?’, recalling the case where Caruberos sneaked in despite the fact that Dolpali Lich originally had a contract with Ingladiou, and the devil’s unique ability to track contractors, but it was a request that was close to finding a needle in a haystack by my common sense standards.

But you did this···?

To be honest, I was tempted to hit the vampire bastard for calling his goblet the Holy Grail, but I hesitated because I was embarrassed by his accomplishments. I looked back and forth between Caruberos, who was kneeling like a dog waiting for praise, and the silver goblet he had handed me, and I questioned the identity of this suspiciously capable guy.

“Were you by any chance a demon with a name in Manmajeon?”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh?! I’m just my master’s faithful dog, Caruberos?”

“cat·”

“yes···?”

“Caruberos is a betraying cat.”

It was obvious that the Demon King’s army, which was part of the Special Forces Division, would be mentally armed, and there were many suspicious aspects, so I tried to find a way to see how they would react, but Caruberos, who had already adapted to the violence that had continued several times, began to imitate a cat without changing his expression at all.

“Yes! I am just my master’s loyal cat! A betraying creature! Meow!”

Then, out of the blue, Caruberos suddenly said, “How about this?” and suddenly put on a cat tail and pulled out his ears. The sight of this was enough to give me a headache, so I hit the back of his head without hesitation and decided to look at the Demon King’s army that he had brought.

But the sight was so strange that I had to call back Caruberos, who was rolling on the floor without realizing it.

“Did you mind control him or something? He’s not feeling well.”

“How could that be? He was just dragged here nicely?”

Unlike the voice filled with resentment, the gaze of the Demon King’s army looking at me went beyond simply taking my soul away, and it seemed like they were looking at a ghost. It’s not that they’re not watching me, but… Normally, in a place like this, wouldn’t they react by saying something like “Kill me” or quietly accepting death, or burning hostility towards me?

Why did he open his eyes like that as if he saw someone who shouldn’t be there? I was tilting my head and thinking about this, and then a groan and words came out of the mouth of the Demon King who had been groaning for a long time.

“You, you are a warrior.”

“What? You attacked without knowing?”

Is it my turn to be surprised this time? I naturally thought they knew of my presence and attacked me, but was it some other plan to disrupt the exchange between the Empire and the Dwarf Kingdom?

The question that suddenly arose like that was nothing more than a false alarm.

“How can a warrior be the master of a demon? He made a contract with a demon? And on that note, he rebelled and insulted the Demon King?”

Oh, that’s what it meant. That’s why you opened your eyes like that. Normally, I wouldn’t have responded, but I ended up talking to you because I was curious about your reaction.

“How can putting a leash on a bunch of useless cockroaches and treating them like dogs be on the same level as a bastard who is in league with an evil spirit and stabs the back of the head of the race god?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! You’re commanding the devil? Only those who made a contract with the devil would say such nonsense! How can a mortal command the devil…”

After that, the Demon King’s army shouted out one-sided insults at me for selling my soul to the devil, and a long speech about how all my actions were hypocrisy and deception.

The reason I listened to it quietly, even though it was nonsense that didn’t need to be heard, was simple. It was because I could see a glimpse of how the Demon King made the demons turn their backs on him.

What he was emphasizing was ultimately autonomy and dignity as a living being.

They believe that they are absolutely inferior to the higher-ranking alien races and transcendent powers, and that it is impossible to overcome this. They believe that they can only use the power of the transcendent powers, including the evil gods, in reverse to overcome the gap resulting from this irrationality.

They see it as a struggle to create a world for mortals only, ultimately living for themselves rather than as a pawn for extraterrestrial beings, by arbitrarily taking control of their own fate and not even taking proper care of them, and by dragging down all the beings who are revered under the pretext of religion.

That’s why I, a human being who was intoxicated by the name of the Demon God’s Warrior and acted as a mere lackey of the god, and even sold my soul to the devil, only did things that a human being shouldn’t do, and the other ‘good’ demons who didn’t know about this shocking fact were playing into the hands of the Demon God’s religion, and so they realized the horrible ‘truth’ and looked at me that way.

Without any background knowledge, this is a very plausible story.

But from the perspective of someone who knows where the foundation of the existence of the Demon Race came from and what kind of ‘independence’ the gods ultimately desire from mortals, it’s just a kick to the butt and a fall.

“There are so many different things”

The impression that came out of my mouth was simple, but my gaze on the guy who was sitting on the bent iron bars and grumbling was complicated. I have no intention of catching each and every one of them and correcting their ideology that is close to a pseudo-religion. My confusion is not because of that, but because the past of the demon tribe being born from the dragon tribe is not properly known.

I wanted to ask him if he knew that they were a race artificially created by the Dragon Clan, but when I asked him, he said he had no idea about it and wouldn’t answer my question. It was getting annoying to keep asking him, so I decided to skip it this time.

“There’s just one thing I want to ask you.

As I moved Este with my magic and dragged the vampire to my side, the vampire, who had been breathing heavily until now because only the divine power was being sucked, let out a groan of pain. As the vampire arrived completely next to me, the Demon King’s army’s attention naturally turned to him.

Anyway, there was no need to look at me right now, and it was better to focus on the vampire, so I left it alone. Instead, I carefully placed the glass on the vampire’s chest where the esthetic was embedded so that he could see it well.

-Chiieek!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

The demon king’s shoulders shook as a last-ditch scream flowed out from the mouth of the vampire, who was thought to be unable to even scream properly because his flesh was burning and he was dying from the silver cup. I tried it out of curiosity to see what would happen, but the results and reactions were more satisfactory than I expected.

“How long have you kept this?”

I asked the vampire, whose skin was not just burning but melting, but there was no answer. I looked away, wondering if he was not paying attention to what I was saying, but his gaze, which had been fixed on the vampire just a moment ago, was clearly directed at me.

“I don’t know how the Special Forces Division brainwashed you, but I know that your faith is strong, no different from a cult. I’m sure you wouldn’t open your mouth under any kind of torture. However, I think you’ve overlooked one thing, so I’ll remind you of it and ask you again.”

The Demon King’s eyebrows twisted strangely at the advice given with the screams of the vampires as background music. It was a look of strong distrust, but that didn’t matter anyway.

“Whether you believe it or not, the gods protect mortals. The devil also does so and will always have mercy on you. Perhaps even your souls that stabbed the devil will be embraced after death…”

“What the hell. So you’re telling me to repent… Aaaah!”

“Kwaaaaak!”

The reason why screams suddenly burst out from the front and sides is simple:

I pulled out the Este that was stuck in the vampire to cut off one of the Demon King’s arms that was interrupting my words, and then put it back in after finishing my business.

I sat there pretending to be as calm as possible, and watched the Demon King roll around on the floor, clutching the severed section, before I finished speaking.

“Repent? Who said that you would do it? Don’t get me wrong. I was trying to say that even if the Lord would unconditionally forgive and embrace you, you idiots, I wouldn’t agree with that.”

He was panting, but his hateful gaze was firmly fixed on me. Even while writhing in pain, the Demon King’s army was listening to what I said. If only he had done that long ago, it would have been less painful. He’s a guy who’s good at annoying people.

“I was going to tell you that if you answered my questions, you would be fine, but if you didn’t, your wretched soul would be used as food for the devil’s children.”

“···what?”

I thought the saying, ‘You can forget the pain’ was only possible when you’re not in much pain, but seeing the Demon King’s army, who had been shivering just now, freeze in shock as if it were a lie, it seems like that’s not the case.

“It is none of my business whether you do not believe in the favor of the gods. It is not like your soul will disappear because of that. It is none of my business what will happen to you after you die. The gods will foolishly decide that.”

When he took out the needle from his waistband and aimed it at the Demon King’s army, the guy trembled in fear. It was as if he thought the needle was a staff that commanded Carveros to steal his soul.

If it were any other time, I would have found that sight quite amusing, but after hearing the guy’s ramblings, I couldn’t laugh now, so I just told him what was going on.

“But right now, at this moment, it is up to me to decide the form of your death. So decide now. Are you going to die or are you going to die and have your soul taken by the devil and then be forced to tell me?”

Perhaps it was because of the easy choice, but the Demon King’s mouth quickly began to grow wings.

A Word from the Author (Author’s Note)

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