Alibuda Era Prequel 3

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III. The Seven of Cups

I made her sit on my bed, the only place in my room where she could sit. All the decorations had to be plundered; that was the rule.

"Oh... hello!" I greeted her woodenly, cursing myself a thousand times over for being so polite to the fish in my pot. I think my expression at that moment must have resembled that of a naive young man on his first blind date. Of course, in terms of age and experience, there was no difference between the two.

"..." As I expected, she didn't respond at all.

"Oh, you don't mind if I know your name, do you?" My words revealed a hint of helplessness.

"I do mind!" The answer was surprisingly straightforward. She suddenly looked up and faced me directly. Only then did I have a chance to see clearly the girl in front of me, who had been completely abandoned by Lady Luck.

After having seen so many stunning beauties, her appearance was probably no longer enough to move me. Especially after just going through a battle and losing loved ones in the process. There was some dust on her face, and her originally bright eyes were swollen from crying, but this also added a touch of pitiful tenderness.

"Oh... never mind then." Her stare at me intimidated me somewhat. If looks could kill, I think I would have been torn to pieces by her countless times. "Would you like some water?" I felt her emotions were too agitated.

"What are you going to do with me? Kill me? Kill me then. Let me die with my brother, Roy, and Karl." Completely ignoring my words, she pressed on.

"Oh? Die? That's probably not an option for now. Because if you die, I'll be in trouble." I think I must have looked incredibly stupid for trying to appease her.

"Huh? Why?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Demon! What are you going to do with me? Forget about it! I will never join you demons!"

"What? You've completely misunderstood. I just want to use you as an experiment." I sighed, wondering if she had been so immersed in her grief over her brother's death that she had completely ignored my conversation with my father.

"Demon! I will absolutely not agree!" She spat out those words through gritted teeth in anger.

"Ah, thank you." I replied as habitually as if I were being praised as a knight in the human world. "But if you don't cooperate, I'm afraid I'll be in a real predicament. Because I might get killed because of it. So, please, I beg you. Please help me." Perhaps overwhelmed by her tone, and still worried about my fate, I didn't realize that the initiative didn't seem to be in her hands at all, and habitually used my most common tone of pleading.

She was obviously stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered: "You killed my brother, Roy, and Karl!" Her tone became as if she was about to cry: "Demons! You demons! I will never let you succeed!"

"Ah? Is that so?" I began to worry: "But? You rushed in first and killed everyone you saw without thinking!" I gave up on finding the cup that never existed in the first place and couldn't help but say.

"That's because you are demons!" she shouted.

"Huh?" I couldn't help but smile bitterly. "You guys who prey on the residents around here!" She was obviously very dissatisfied with my reaction and retorted loudly.

"Oh? You saw it? You got robbed?" It wasn't that I believed the monsters in the castle would be so docile as to not harm people; I was just surprised that there were humans daring to live within a fifty-mile radius.

Since I can remember, I'd never heard of anything so bizarre as to want to dance with monsters near a castle. And in my opinion, monsters shouldn't be so bold as to travel so far alone to satisfy their bloodlust; the castle's defenses should be enough to keep them busy.

"We saw skeletons and corpses all the way here." I suddenly found her slightly annoyed expression quite charming. "Oh! Those are all failed experiments with magic."

I glanced at her, knowing she didn't believe me, and quickly added, "The raw materials all came from invaders who, like you, called themselves righteous." With a group of excellent necromancers around, most of them became the castle's absolute fighting force—skeletons and zombies.

"Ha! See? You really killed so many people!"

"Ah! We often mourn the monsters who sacrificed themselves while resisting the greedy invaders who coveted the treasures of our castle." Who killed more people doesn't necessarily mean the victims were more righteous. But when the time comes, few people can truly understand.

"What?! You mean we came for your treasures?!"

"No, then what for?!"

"To save those you've treated so brutally, of course!" "

Please. Shouldn't we be the ones saying that to you? Aren't you the ones who come to attack all day with all this fuss? Aren't you the ones who ruthlessly destroy people's homes and then storm in to massacre them without asking why or what's right? Aren't you the ones who loot the belongings of the poor monsters you've killed and ransack other people's homes? You make such a ruckus, not even sparing the dead, and then you brazenly call it justice, repeating it over and over again. How noble!"

Actually, I never believed that monsters represented justice. Heroes fight monsters for various reasons, while the monsters satisfy their bloodlust and enrich themselves by plundering the bodies of the dead and outsiders.

My father's ever-expanding treasure room made me deeply aware that it was merely a mutually beneficial relationship, everyone taking what they needed. Moreover, among monsters, strength represents everything, which is simply a matter of course. Perhaps it was because at that moment, I felt a strong sense of injustice about forcibly abducting her, which is why I unconsciously tried to justify my actions?

She remained silent for a while, then suddenly burst into tears. Although her eyes were already red and brimming with tears, I was still startled by her reaction, frantically unsure how to comfort this sobbing girl. "Ah...

this is so troublesome... is this what they call women, these strange creatures?" I wondered. Because I didn't know what to do, I just stared at her blankly. But she showed no sign of stopping, crying even louder.

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