【The Legend of the Demon King of the Land of Senra】(1-5)

Chapter 1
Darkness… an endless, utterly empty darkness—that was all Zwick saw.
Here, not only was it pitch black, but Zwick couldn't even tell up from down.
Although he knew that dying on the battlefield was inevitable for a soldier, the
thought of dying because of that idiot captain still filled him with resentment.
“He should be happy now, right? Over four hundred men buried alive—that's two or three
times more than a royal funeral!” He remembered how a group of men had discovered the enemy's trap, and even though the vice-captain had repeatedly warned them,
the captain still stepped into it, thinking he'd struck gold, resulting in the entire unit being buried with him.
This made Zwick grumble.
“Speaking of which, is this the world after death? Honestly, who said that after death you either
go to heaven or hell?” After his grumbling, Zwick's attention returned to the darkness before him
. However, this also made him wonder if he was being too optimistic—although he didn't have any
particular people or things to worry about, he was indeed dead now, and his complaints were limited to what he had just said.
It didn't seem like something a young man not even twenty years old would say.
"Are you really content with this kind of disappearance?"
Without warning, a voice suddenly rang in Zwick's ear… Although Zwick didn't actually believe
he had the hearing to hear others "speak," he couldn't deny that "hearing" seemed
more fitting for his current situation.
With nothing else to do, Zwick answered the "voice's" question.
"How could I possibly accept this? But what can I do? Even with a high-ranking priest accompanying me,
they might not necessarily perform a resurrection spell on a lowly soldier like me, would they? Isn't that how war is? If anyone dies, it's us
lowly soldiers with no status; if anyone is saved, it's the commanders who haven't fought much but are injured, isn't it?"
Perhaps having found an outlet for his frustration, Zwick's words carried a greater sense of
helplessness and resentment compared to his earlier soliloquy.
"So you're just giving up like this? Didn't you ever wish you could have
everything those seemingly high and mighty people have? Don't you think you shouldn't have vanished like this?" However, seemingly
dissatisfied with Zwick's answer, the "voice's" questioning tone was much harsher than before, sounding as if it were anticipating something
. But for Zwick, at that moment, only five words came to mind—
So what?
"What can I do even if I don't want to give up? What can I do even if I hope to have it? What can I do even if I think it's wrong
? My result is already in, isn't it?" Like a burst dam, Zwick's resentment and anger
erupted because of the "voice's" question. Although he didn't realize it at the time, when Zwick reflected on the
incident afterward, he felt that this might have been what he had always wanted to say.
But to Zwick's surprise, the voice gave him an unexpected answer.
"Then let me give you new life and the power to fight for everything."
"New... life? You must be nothing more than a creator god, right?" Normally, Zwick would probably have taken the voice
's words as a joke and laughed it off. After all, Zwick had only received
the care of an old priest in the church and had no intention of becoming a believer in a creator god. How could someone like him possibly attract the
attention of that creator god? However, at this moment, he just couldn't laugh it off.
But whether to be happy or sad, the other party quickly rejected Zwick's idea.
"The Creator God? How could you think I'm that bitch? Whatever, as long as you're willing to be eternally
loyal to me, I'll give you what I just said."
As if insulting it, the tone of Zwick's voice immediately became
extremely unfriendly when it mentioned the Creator God. However, this reminded Zwick of that old, worn-out story…
In the long history of the Senluo Land, demons, dragons, humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs
had never lived in peace, especially between demons and other humanoid races;
the concept of "peaceful coexistence" was extremely difficult to associate with them.
It is said that after the Creator God created life, He discovered that the physical constitutions of the creatures He created were too
uneven. Dragons possessed powerful bodies, demons possessed unimaginable magical power, and even orcs themselves
had different specialties due to their different forms.
To enable the physically weaker humans and elves to
survive in competition with other races under such extremely disadvantageous conditions, the Creator God not only arranged for them to live on the sunlit
earth but also taught them magic. This decision greatly dissatisfied other races, especially
the demons—who believed it was merely an excuse for the Creator God to favor humans and elves. In response, the demons once raised
weapons to challenge the Creator God. At that time, the demons were led by a deity subordinate to the Creator God.
However, the outcome was predictable: the Creator God suppressed the rebellion of that deity and the other demons
, banishing them to a place forever deprived of sunlight—a place later known as the Demon Realm
.
To survive in the harsh environment of the Demon Realm, and among the creatures of the Demon Realm—a result of the Creator God's failed creation of life—
the demons had to become stronger, and thus the Demon Realm quickly became a
world where the strong prey on the weak. In this environment, the demons gradually developed physical strength comparable to dragons, along with various
special abilities learned from other demonic creatures, enabling them to conquer the demonic realm and become its true masters.
Around a thousand years ago, the god who had been patiently waiting felt the time was ripe and led
the demons on another expedition. However, this time the target was not the creator god, but rather a direct attack on the land of Senluo, inhabited by other races
.
In the early stages of the demons' departure from the demonic realm and their formal incursion into the land, elves, dwarves, orcs, and even dragons, who had once been oppressed by humans,
simultaneously joined forces to support the demons, causing a swift and devastating defeat for humanity. And because of their fear of…

The Creator God , while not formally involved 　　in the war between himself and his divine followers against the demons, knew that a direct conflict on Earth would lead to the destruction of the human realm. However, this did not mean he was indifferent.
Midway through the war, the Creator God not only carved out fixed territories on Earth for the four races,
preventing humanity from further oppressing them in exchange for abandoning their alliance with the demons, but also bestowed upon humanity various divine artifacts to
retaliate against the demons.
Meanwhile, fearing that the more powerful demons would repeat the oppression they suffered after dominating the land
, or even worsen their lives, the three races (excluding the dragons) immediately
switched sides and attacked the demons after agreeing to the gods' conditions. Only the dragons, weary of the war, migrated to the territories given to them by the gods
.
With the aid of the divine artifacts, the allied forces of the Senluo Land began to reclaim their lost lands. Finally, this
war, later known as the Chaos War, ended with the seven heroes, celebrated in various legends, sealing the creator god
deep within the demon realm using divine artifacts.
In this story, the name of the deity who commands the demon army is…
“You are ‘Demon King’ Fijiea?”
“Heh, an interesting human, daring to address you by that name?”
Upon hearing Zwick address Fijiea by name, the other party didn't seem insulted or angry as before
; instead, they laughed with apparent delight. While the other's temperament wasn't enough to make Zwick
feel completely bewildered, it still left him with the impression of a strange person. However, Zwick,
lacking knowledge of theology, was unaware that because all living beings originated from the gods, they
subconsciously felt awe towards them, like children towards their parents. In any case,
Fijiea was once a god, so from a general perspective, Zwick shouldn't have been able
to address her by name so casually… although in a sense, Zwick wasn't even considered a “living being” anymore.
However, even if Zwick knew this, it wouldn't really matter to him. For him,
the most important thing now was the "deal" proposed by "Figeia"—to exchange loyalty to Him for a new life
and "power"—even if it seemed like there was no room for consideration... at least
that was the case for Zwick.
"Is it enough to just be loyal to you? Okay."
"Hmm?" Zwick's decisive response seemed to surprise Figeia,
who let out a surprised sound.
"Anyway, for me, it's just a change of master, from the king of humans to the king of demons."
Half serious, half joking, Zwick answered Figeia's "question" easily.
"Hahahaha!" Perhaps satisfied with Zwick's explanation, Figeia
laughed even more happily than before. And this time, Zwick also felt a sense of pressure in that laughter.
Just as Zwick was thinking about whether he should draw up a magical contract or some other binding spell, a bright light suddenly
flashed and disappeared. Then, what lay before him was no longer darkness, nor was he unable to distinguish up from down. At this moment,
the air, a mixture of rust and decay, slowly drifted into his nostrils; the scene of a sky full of stars and a ground littered with corpses
came into view; the cold wind blowing in front of him stung Zwick's tattered light armor
. Finally, Zwick came to a conclusion—he was still alive.
While checking whether the wounds he had suffered from the fierce attacks in the battle had healed, Zwick
began to think about what he should do next. Although this battle had cost him many comrades in the army,
it was now their business to seek revenge, after all, the real culprits who had killed them had
died with them. As Zwick continued to ponder this question, a girl who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, seemingly out of place in this carnage,
appeared before him.
This girl had a waterfall of hair that reached her waist, a pair of pale red eyes, and delicate
peach lips; she was undeniably a beauty. As for her figure, while she had the right curves,
she seemed far from being fully developed. She was currently wearing a black tank
top and black shorts that barely covered her hips, along with black leather ankle boots. This
made her already baby-like fair skin even more dazzling in the darkness. If it weren't for the
unsightly setting, Zwick might have seriously considered pouncing on her right then and there.
However, after looking at the girl for a while, Zwick felt like he had seen her somewhere before
, but he couldn't remember where.
At the same time, the girl approached Zwick with an irresistibly cute smile.
"Hmm...? You must be Lord Zwick? I'm Aina, and I'll be assisting you from now on,"
the girl said with a slight bow.
After a long pause, Zwick replied as if he had just heard the girl who called herself Aina introduce herself
.
"The one assisting me? That means you're a demon, right?"
Since this was the first time in his memory that someone had addressed him with honorifics,
Zwick felt a little uncomfortable with Aina's self-introduction. However, Zwick didn't deny that part of his slow reaction
was because he had been lost in thought about that trivial question. Anyway,
for whatever reason, he was quite late in responding to Aina's introduction.
"Huh? Wait a minute, you said you're assisting me, so what does Fijaia want from me?"
Although his initial condition was loyalty to Fijaia, Zwick wasn't too bothered. If
he really wanted to complain, it was probably about not expecting Fijaia to want him to work so soon. "Let's talk about that somewhere else first," 　　Aina said after looking around their surroundings
, seemingly having anticipated Zwick's question . 　　 However, without waiting for Zvik's reply, Aina immediately pulled Zvik away from the plain that 　　had once been a battlefield but was now just a mass grave.

Although he had grown up hearing that "demons are very cruel,"
Zwick was still curious about Aina's earlier reluctance to linger as she pulled him along. After following Aina into the nearby
woods for a while, Zwick removed his tattered and useless light
armor and began to ask,
"Um...don't you people really like the smell of blood?"
"Your Excellency, even if that's true, liking the smell of blood doesn't mean you like the smell of decay."
Aina, walking ahead, didn't turn around and shook her right index finger two or three times. Her answer made Zwick, following
behind, deeply understand that girls of all races could also feel aversion to foul smells.
"By the way, Aina. What did you mean by helping me? You don't mean I have to be your guide to invade
the Land of Senluo, or help break Fijaya's seal or something, do you?" After asking some trivial questions,
Zwick started thinking about Aina's self-introduction and steered the conversation towards the so-called important matter.
Aina, seemingly feeling she had gone far enough, sat on a fallen tree trunk,
arms crossed, head tilted in thought.
"Well… you could say that, but if I had to say, your main task is 'just' to
create some chaos in the Land of Senluo and find the various artifacts left behind by the Creator God."
"What? Can't you do that yourself? Why do you need a human like me?" From what Zwick
knew, the demons should hate the inhabitants of the Land of Senluo and the Celestial Realm. Why would they need his
help? This was something Zwick couldn't figure out no matter how hard he tried. Moreover, Zwick
at least possessed some self-awareness.
In terms of fighting, he'd only learned a little combat after joining the army;
he knew nothing about "battle aura" or anything like that. If he were to actually fight, he'd be at most slightly stronger than the average civilian.
As for magic, while he was confident that among his friends, no one was more proficient in level one water-based healing spells,
it was the only spell Zwick knew.
Regarding intelligence, even if he considered himself somewhat clever, it was at most enough to make a living by cheating.
Given these circumstances, Zwick couldn't understand why Fijaya would be interested in him.
"That's because… oh?" Just as Zwick was about to explain his doubts, Aina suddenly
stopped, as if remembering something.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just remembered I forgot to activate the barrier."
Aina shrugged casually. However, to Zwick, her strange smile
didn't seem like nothing was wrong. Moreover, the more Zwick looked, the more familiar her expression seemed.
Suddenly, Zwick vaguely heard voices and the distinctive
sound of military boots trampling the grass approaching at a certain speed. This finally made him realize why Aina's expression was so familiar—it was exactly the
same expression Zwick's comrades lying on the plain usually wore when waiting to watch the show.
But now was not the time to think about other people's expressions. Since the enemy army that had just killed him was still nearby
, they might even camp out here. If he was unlucky, he might even die
again shortly after being resurrected. Thinking of this, Zwick used the corner of his eye to look for the demon
girl who should be beside him. However, at the same time as he heard a soft gust of wind, the girl who should have been sitting on the tree trunk had also
disappeared.
Damn it! Just moments ago he said he was here to help me—before uttering this complaint, Zwick suddenly
looked up on a whim, only to see Aina, whom he had been looking for, sitting on a
branch directly above him, waving at him. This made Zwick thankful that his complaint hadn't escaped his lips.
At that moment, Aina gestured for Zwick to come up to her side.
"Honestly, doesn't she have any consideration for others…" The words were barely out of his mouth when Zwick remembered Fijaya saying that besides life, she would also give him strength. This made Zwick look at 　　his feet
with suspicion . "Maybe…" 　　 He slightly bent his knees in preparation, then jumped with all his might. The very next 　　second, Zwick regretted jumping so hard. 　　 Because of the excessive force, Zwick soared past the branch Aina was on, then hurtled through the dense 　　foliage above, continuing his ascent, swallowing a few leaves along the way. 　　 After finally managing to grab onto a thicker branch to stop his ascent, Zwick casually 　　brushed off the leaves stuck to him… Seeing his own embarrassing state, even Zwick himself wanted to laugh at himself 　　, so he resigned himself to the fact that the witch below wanted to mock him. 　　 However, after returning to Aina's side along the tree trunk, unexpectedly, the little girl only showed 　　a smile as if she had seen something amusing, not the mocking look Zwick had expected. This made Zwick think that humans might 　　have too much prejudice against demons. 　　 Just as he was about to ask Aina what she planned to do, five lightly armored infantrymen finally arrived 　　below Zwick and his companions. Judging from their actions, they had been 　　attracted by the small commotion Zwick had caused. 　　 Seeing their movements, even though he felt he didn't have much right to laugh at others after his recent embarrassment, Zwick 　　still wanted to tease them for being a little too slow. After all, the little commotion he caused had subsided quite some time ago 　　, so those who arrived now obviously wouldn't notice anything... Thinking of this, Zwick realized he had just 　　looked up and seen Aina. What if she looked up too...? 　　 "Don't worry, Your Excellency. They won't be able to find us." As if reading Zwick's mind, Aina 　　giggled and said to him. "I activated the barrier when I came up here. The reason you can see me 　　is only because you've been reincarnated as a demon, so you can see through my barrier. Besides, you also 　　possess abilities equivalent to a demon. Your senses and physical strength are far superior to those trash, so even if 　　the trash below discovers you, it's not a big deal."

After Aina's explanation, Zwick finally understood that it wasn't that the soldiers arrived too slowly, but rather that they
had discovered the enemy's presence earlier. However, this also made Zwick reconsider his earlier statement that "humans might have
too much prejudice against demons"—because in her explanation, Aina had clearly expressed her disdain for
humans, even considering them insignificant. In Zwick's eyes, her friendliness towards him was likely
only because he was now a demon like her, or perhaps simply due to Aina's work requirements
. Otherwise, Aina might have already killed him.
But thinking about this, Zwick felt helpless about his own mindset—he was
completely unsurprised by his transformation into a demon, even accepting it readily, which left Zwick unsure whether to be happy
or sad.
"...Never mind, something else is more important right now," Zwick muttered to himself
before turning to Aina. "Aina, just call me Zwick from now on. All
this 'Your Excellency' stuff is giving me the creeps." Zwick said with a wry smile—he
felt incredibly uncomfortable being called "Your Excellency" so often; it seemed he was born to be a low-ranking
person.
"Don't talk about you, I get the creeps myself too," Aina said with a laugh, crossing her arms
and making a disgusting gesture. However, Zwick could tell Aina was just joking
, so he didn't take it to heart.
After the joke, Zwick quietly looked at the five soldiers below them. Just as he was looking
at the soldiers, Zwick also felt Aina's gaze directed at him, but he
ignored it, because at the same time, he felt a flutter in his heart.
Gulliver and Sianru still owe me ten silver coins in gambling debts…
Skuma, Liscardon, and Ellie told me this morning they wanted to
come with me to the black market in Lutz after this mission…
Om told me not long ago that he was ready to propose to his childhood sweetheart…
Stol recently became a father, and he even asked me for my opinion on his son's name…
But now they're lying on that plain…
“Tsk! Didn't I just say they'd go get revenge themselves?” Zwick
unconsciously got angry at the stirring in his heart, though he himself didn't know what he was angry about.
Even so, watching the five soldiers who, having seen nothing suspicious, were preparing to return to their patrol route
to continue their original mission, Zwick responded to Aina's silent expectation.
“Aina, if I go down and kill these people now, it shouldn't affect the job you mentioned?”
Although it was a question, Zwick was almost certain of Aina's answer. At the very least, Zwick
wasn't foolish enough to believe that someone would happen to walk by when Aina conveniently forgot to deploy the barrier. After all,
Aina was the first to discover them, and the barrier she cast in the tree seemed to be completed in an instant; even
without jumping up to hide, it was possible.
"I told you, Zwick, your job includes creating 'a little' chaos, right?" As Zwick had guessed
, Aina gave him an expected answer. However, in Zwick's eyes, although it
was just a smile, he felt that Aina seemed particularly happy at that moment, though that might just be his imagination
.
Now that Aina had made herself clear, Zwick immediately jumped back down from the tree. However, this left Zwick
completely wondering why he had climbed up the tree in the first place.
"You! Who are you?!" Due to Aina's barrier,
Zwick appeared out of nowhere to the soldier facing him, so it
wasn't surprising that he was so surprised, his face contorted with a "Where did this guy come from?" expression, and even stammering.
Staring at the soldier, Zwick seriously considered whether or not to answer.
The reason for his serious consideration was that not giving his name seemed cooler, but he also really wanted to try reciting
some famous quotes from legendary heroes. Although now didn't seem like the right time for such things, Zwick
was, after all, a somewhat showy young man.
However, a soldier who appeared to be a squad leader solved Zwick's problem with a simple sentence
:
"Who cares who he is, capture him first!" As the soldier finished speaking, he and the other four
drew their longswords from their waists in unison.
Seeing this, Zwick reached for the longsword hanging at his waist… but he couldn't find
the hilt.
Looking down, he realized the longsword, which should have been hanging there, was gone, and he was shocked to discover it
had disappeared when he jumped up the tree.
"…Could it have been left on that plain?" Zwick clicked his tongue at his own carelessness.
Seemingly aware that Zwick was unarmed and alone, the five soldiers emboldened and
attacked him together.
But watching them charge, Zwick finally understood why
humanity had suffered such a crushing defeat at the beginning of the Chaos War—besides the alliance between the other four races and the demons, the demons' superior fighting strength was also
a major factor. Attacks that had once been deadly to Zwick now seemed like a three-year-old
wielding a toy weapon, slow and powerless. He even felt that if he retaliated, he
could send these five men off to play mahjong with Gulliver and the others.
Zwick first took a step back, then casually grabbed one of the men's wrists and pulled him
in front of him to use as a human shield against the attacks of the other four. Finally, he casually pulled
the sword from the man he had used as a shield and stabbed him in the throat, killing him... Although he seemed to have used a bit too much force at the end,
the unfortunate soldier who died at the hands of his own comrades was left with only a thin sliver of skin connecting his body and head.

Even though it ended in a less-than-ideal outcome, leaving him covered in his blood, it provided a considerable psychological blow 　　to the remaining three .
Seeing that Zwick easily defended against their attacks and even managed to take down two of them, the squad leader immediately
withdrew the blade that had killed his comrade and ordered the other two to move aside and keep their distance from Zwick, forming a
small encirclement. However, they were probably worried that a random attack might lead to the same fate as their comrade
, so they made no other move besides surrounding Zwick.
In Zwick's mind, the fact that his opponent didn't immediately run away after seeing how easily he had dealt with two people was already
quite courageous, but his complete lack of intention to call for help was rather foolish.
Although he didn't consider himself a diligent person, staring at someone wasn't his interest, and having
already done that, Zwick decided it was his turn to take the initiative this time.
To avoid repeating his previous mistake, Zwick only exerted a slight force in this short
sprint. However, for Zwick, who was completely unaccustomed to this power he would never otherwise possess, this
sprint was still too fast—his eyes followed the speed, but his body couldn't keep up . Even after only a few steps, intending to stop, Zwick still found himself 　　several meters behind
the squad leader . 　　 Fortunately, the enemy's eyesight wasn't like his, making it seem as if Zwick had vanished into thin air 　　. Suddenly losing sight of Zwick, they looked around in surprise and panic. 　　 Seeing his own jumping power and speed, Zwick couldn't help but want to test if he could 　　break through their armor with his bare hands, and just as the enemy hadn't noticed him testing this, 　　Zwick immediately focused his power in his right hand and punched the man who appeared to be the squad leader in the back. 　　 To Zwick's surprise, his punch not only pierced the squad leader's armor, but 　　also cracked his spine with a crisp sound. He was sent flying forward with a blood-stained scream 　　. 　　 "...Why wasn't it my hand that passed through his body? That's how it should be according to the stories I've heard 　　. Oh well, it's not a big deal anyway." Although he said it wasn't important, Zwick 　　's tone was still somewhat dissatisfied. 　　 At this moment, the other two, seeing their squad leader's fate, finally showed the panic that should have appeared long ago, 　　and immediately turned and ran. However, with Zwick's current speed, catching up with them was a piece of cake. 　　 Unfortunately, before Zwick could make a move, Aina's figure had already appeared between the two, and 　　their heads immediately flew off like arrows, disappearing into the dim forest; their blood, as if 　　to replace their lost heads, continued to gush from their necks. The headless body continued 　　running, creating a bizarre and bloody scene. 　　 Watching Aina's performance, Zwick could only mutter helplessly, 　　" 　　 Miss... even if you wanted to tell me about the difference in our strength, you didn't need to use this method, did you?" 　　From that moment on 　　, 　　 Zwick's life as a traitor, later condemned by millions 　　, officially 　　began that night. 　　********** 　　 ... I've 　　corrected the original first- 　　 person narrative to a third-person narrative. I 　　 've also renamed the story "The Legend 　　of the Demon King of the Land of Senra. 　　 " 　　I 　　 look forward to 　　your continued 　　guidance. 　　**************** ... 　　 It was noon the day after Zwick met Aina. For various reasons, Zwick and Aina 　　went to a town on the edge of Dongbaluna, near the forest where they had been the previous night, and were approaching their 　　destination in the town—a tavern. 　　 Once inside, Aina occupied a relatively inconspicuous corner so she could 　　eat while openly explaining to Zwick why Fijaia wanted him to work for the demons. 　　 However, her explanation was really just a single sentence: 　　 "Because we're short-handed." Before lunch arrived, Aina casually mentioned this, 　　without explaining why the demons were short-handed. 　　 However, even in that single sentence, Zwick vaguely heard another meaning in Aina's words— 　　don't expect any other demons besides her to help Zwick; Aina might eventually 　　abandon him because of "other important matters"—that was roughly it. 　　 After watching the waitress put down their food, Zwick asked Aina as if it were a sudden thought. 　　 "But speaking of which, aren't you afraid that I might take those artifacts for myself, or even turn around and 　　kill your master?" 　　 Aina put down her knife and fork, rested her chin on her hands, looked at Zwick with an amused expression 　　, and then chuckled.

"Well, we only want you to find those artifacts because we don't want anyone other than us to use them, so
it's fine if you want to take them for yourself. As for the fact that you'd turn around and kill that lord... well, if
you can do it, then do it."
Hearing Zwick's words, Aina was certain he wouldn't dare do it. However, Zwick
didn't really intend to do it anyway; after all, his earlier question was just a casual remark. After
last night's events, Zwick doubted whether he could even fight Aina, even with the artifacts, and
there might be many demons of similar strength to her. Moreover, he feared those demons would
kill him while he slept, saying "thank you," or they'd have to sacrifice a cow to show their gratitude if they wanted to fight him fair and square.
Seeing that Zwick didn't reply, Aina picked up her knife and fork again and continued enjoying her lunch.
At this moment, Zwick saw something that surprised him—Aina was now
dining according to a kind of table manners that even watching it was annoying, something only bored human nobles would be interested in learning. Putting aside whether
Aina disliked humans or not, if he hadn't already known she was a demon, Zwick
might have thought she was a noblewoman, a naive young lady unaware of the world's dangers. In short, Zwick found it
very difficult to connect this girl with the witch who had instantly killed two people the night before. However, after thinking about it, Zwick realized that Aina had become 　　very careful
with her words since entering this town , using 　　language that wouldn't reveal to outsiders that she wasn't human—or even a demon—so this might just be a tactic to avoid revealing her identity. 　　 As if sensing Zwick's gaze, Aina slowly raised her head to look back at him, then shrugged. 　　 "Well, while being mischievous is necessary, Zwick, you should know we're 　　not exactly popular here, right? It wouldn't be good if it attracted unwanted attention. Besides, 　　personally, I don't like 'unnecessary troubles'." 　　 Listening to Aina's explanation, Zwick began to suspect that the person in front of him could read minds; otherwise, he couldn't 　　explain how she knew what he was thinking. At the same time, Zwick secretly decided not to 　　overthink things in front of Aina in the future. 　　 However, Zwick actually felt that Aina's somewhat revealing attire... well, perhaps it wasn't 　　just "somewhat." Coupled with her naive, spoiled rich girl demeanor, she was actually more likely to attract 　　unwanted attention and create the "trouble" she claimed to dislike. At least at this 　　moment, Zwick could already see many pent-up, hungry eyes glaring at Aina. 　　 But getting back to the point, Zwick couldn't refute Aina's words. Even if they could easily eliminate everyone 　　who knew they were demon invaders, the relentless attacks were quite annoying—something Zwick 　　had experienced firsthand during his time as a lowly soldier. Furthermore, forcing them to put away all their artifacts might 　　make their work even more difficult. The worst-case scenario was that it might lead to 　　a repeat of the latter part of the Chaos War—the four races' united attack on the demons—though Zwick felt this 　　didn't really concern him much. 　　 At that moment, the tavern door suddenly slammed open, and a man rushed in as if being chased, 　　drawing everyone's attention—except for Aina, who was still pretending to finish her lunch. 　　 The man, panting, slumped onto the table in front of the tavern. A 　　bald man, presumably the tavern owner, asked him a question while handing him a glass of water. 　　 "Why are you running so fast? Has something serious happened?" 　　 the man asked anxiously after gulping down the water and taking several deep breaths. 　　 "Of course it's big news! I just heard the messengers at the post station say that our army successfully ambushed two 　　Sibaluna units yesterday..." 　　 "Such a small matter? Isn't that common?" A young man sitting near the man immediately 　　chuckled. 　　 "I haven't finished yet! Afterwards, our troops stationed nearby were attacked by some kind of wild beast at night and 　　were completely wiped out!" The man's words immediately caused an uproar, except for 　　Zwick, who was watching the black hands manipulating those "unknown wild beasts," and 　　Aina, who was being observed but remained nonchalant. 　　 Yes, the mastermind behind the "unknown wild beasts" the man mentioned was Aina. Last night 　　, after killing the five soldiers, considering that the East Baluna troops stationed nearby might 　　try to find the two men after discovering the bodies, Aina decided to strike first and wipe them out completely. 　　 Having made this decision, Aina first went to the Dongbaluna army's position and cast a powerful 　　slumber spell on all the soldiers. Then, using dark magic, she summoned Zwick's dead comrades, turning them into undead creatures 　　and sending them to the Dongbaluna army's position for revenge. 　　 Although it was for revenge and to avoid unnecessary trouble, 　　Zwick still felt repulsed by the idea of turning his former comrades into undead creatures, and he really didn't know whether he should be happy about it. Fortunately, the 　　other party died without pain because of Aina's slumber spell, without uttering a single painful scream. 　　Zwick, who couldn't find any reason to change Aina's mind, could simply close his eyes and pretend nothing had happened. 　　 Only after Aina was sure that there were no living people besides the two of them did Zwick allow Aina to cremate his former comrades who had become undead creatures. This is why they didn't 　　arrive in the town 　　until almost noon . 　　 Upon hearing the man's urgent report, the patrons in the tavern began to hurl insults indignantly 　　at Zvik's former army—the Sibaruna Army—though they themselves didn't really know 　　why their curses had drifted to that side. This wasn't unusual for Zvik, as 　　most of the patrons, including his friends, often enjoyed this kind of incessant hurling of insults.

They were cursing Dongbalu and giving the army a good scolding—perhaps this was what they called patriotism? But Zwick found
it all rather pointless. Besides, he didn't particularly like nobles or royalty, so he'd always been
indifferent to things that could provoke such righteous indignation. Thinking about this, Zwick couldn't help but
feel that perhaps that was why he didn't care that he'd become a demon.
"If that's the case, why would Zwick become a target?"
Aina suddenly looked up and asked Zwick this question, further confirming that this girl in front of him knew mind-reading.
Aina not only knew what he was thinking, but she also knew that he had volunteered for the army. But for
some reason, even knowing that she was blatantly invading his privacy, he just couldn't feel any resentment… even though
he vaguely understood why Aina was doing this, and that reason alone already made Zwick
very unhappy. "An orphan like me, good for nothing, has no other way to support 　　myself
except as a thug and a target for you . Besides, I used to hear people say that being a 'target' meant bullying those ordinary people, but 　　after actually doing it, I realized it's a different story." 　　 "That's just because you went to the wrong country. As far as I know, there are many countries on the Senluo Land that can meet your 　　requirements, except that most of the ordinary people you bully are from other countries." With 　　a tone that was seven parts sarcasm and three parts displeasure, Aina shrugged. 　　 Although Zvik didn't know why Aina's words carried displeasure, what she said was not wrong. 　　 If you traced the history of the Senluo Land back to before the Chaos War, it was woven into war, 　　and it was said that most of the armies behaved like bandits, and their military discipline was not as strict as that of the Sibaluna army that Zvik used to serve in 　　. Even if you wanted to cause trouble while drunk, you would be severely punished. Zwick remembered that the 　　priest who often took care of him had once said that during several large-scale wars, the pope of the Lilors cult, who worshipped the creator goddess, 　　said, half-sarcastically and half-seriously, "If you want to restore peace to the land of Senluo, 　　the best way is to have Lady Lilors exterminate all life in this world."... Perhaps what Aina disliked was that the creator goddess— 　　Lilors—still cared for the humans living on the land of Senluo, showing no intention of exterminating them at all 　　? 　　 "Speaking of which, what are Zwick planning to do next?" Suddenly, as if the previous topic had never happened 　　, Aina casually asked a question that Zwick had also wanted to ask her. 　　 Although he wasn't completely clueless about "what to do next," 　　the task Fijaya had given Zwick was indeed something he didn't know where to begin. Since he and his orphan friends had often caused trouble when he was young, 　　creating some chaos shouldn't be too difficult. However, when it came to collecting those divine artifacts, he was completely 　　stumped. 　　 Since the Chaos War, many divine artifacts have vanished without a trace, as if they never existed. Even when 　　some occasionally reappear on the historical stage, they only appear briefly, like morning dew. Few have remained as legendary as 　　the guardian sword of the powerful Eastern nation of Luyaet, or the Saint's Staff, which serves as proof of identity for each generation of saintesses of the Lilors Church 　　, passed down through word of mouth among the inhabitants of the Senluo Land. Therefore, even if Zwick wanted to gather information, 　　he didn't know where to begin. 　　 "So, why don't those war-loving people use divine artifacts to fight each other? Otherwise, we wouldn't 　　be in so much trouble now." When Zwick posed this question to Aina, she gave him a very reasonable 　　and easy-to-understand answer. 　　 "If you were the emperor, would you personally take out a divine artifact and fight with people, or would you give it to your subordinates 　　, betting that they won't die on the battlefield or use it to stab you in the back?" She didn't intend to give him any room for rebuttal. 　　 "...Let's get back to business. I think I'll stay here for now and familiarize myself with my power. 　　 Although with this power, aside from the dragons and demons, there should 　　n't be many people from the other four major races who could defeat me, I still think it's better to be careful." 　　 After all, that roundabout way of speaking was exhausting, so Zwick, who assumed no one would care about their conversation since everyone in the hotel except for some foreign tourists was 　　enthusiastically cursing the Sibaruna army, 　　stopped playing along with Aina's manner and directly stated his thoughts. 　　 "Zwick, that's a good idea, but how do you plan to familiarize yourself with it?" 　　 "I'm also planning to ask you for some guidance." 　　 Hearing Zwick's words, Aina tilted her head and thought for a moment before replying. 　　 "Hmm...the best way is still to experience it in actual combat, right?" 　　 Upon hearing Aina mention actual combat, Zwick broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that this little girl wasn't planning to personally 　　"instruct" him, was she? That could lead to someone's death! 　　 Fortunately, Aina knew what Zwick feared, and then continued, 　　 "I don't want to do something so strenuous, and there are other ways to do practical training." Just then, 　　the two finished their lunch, so Aina said they should pay the bill and leave the tavern first, then take Zwick to find 　　the tools for practical training. 　　 However, what puzzled Zwick most was what Aina meant by "strenuous." Could 　　teaching him how to use strength through practical combat be more strenuous than finding a divine artifact? 　　 After leaving the tavern, Aina led Zwick away from the town and then ran around aimlessly… Yes, literally 　　running, and Aina, who was running ahead, didn't go in a straight line; she would occasionally change direction as if suddenly remembering something, 　　making it very difficult for Zwick, forced to follow behind, to keep up. What terrified Zwick the most 　　was that he was using all his strength to keep up with Aina, yet Aina was still 　　teaching him how to use magic while running. This made Zwick determined that he would rather kill her than 　　fight Aina. However, thanks to Aina's reckless running, Zwick had begun to get used to this full- 　　speed running, so he considered it one of the exercises in his strength training—or maybe it really 　　was one, since Aina hadn't said anything and Zwick could only guess.

After running for about an hour with Aina, they finally stopped on a hillside.
Despite running around like that with Aina, Zwick didn't feel tired at all, and
he hadn't even broken a sweat. If it were him before yesterday, he would probably be squatting to the side, panting
, making Zwick secretly marvel at the convenience of the demon's body.
"Of course! If we were panting after running this distance, wouldn't we be worse than orcs?
And even among humans, there are people who can do this." Seemingly displeased with Zwick
comparing his current demonic body to his past, Aina said with a hint of displeasure and turned her face away.
Just as Zwick thought Aina was angry about this, she suddenly spoke again.
"The timing is perfect; the training materials have arrived."
Because of this, Zwick realized that Aina had turned her face away simply to check if the training materials she needed
were there. When Zwick followed Aina's gaze, he saw a caravan
of about a dozen carriages and about fifty or sixty armed men approaching. Because the armed men's formation
seemed somewhat disjointed—some were efficiently monitoring blind spots, while others were looking around aimlessly—
Zwick deduced that this was a merchant
caravan, a mix of adventurers and mercenaries acting as security.
"Zwick could tell?"
"I'm a soldier, you know! Wait, Aina, you're not talking about me becoming a bandit and
robbing people, are you?" Remembering the training equipment Aina had given them, Zwick realized her scheme.
"Isn't this a great method? It allows you to hone your strength while also collecting travel expenses."
Aina flashed her bright smile. "If Zwick is worried about being killed by them, don't worry.
This isn't a strategic location, and there aren't any particularly strong monsters here, so
the people who take on these temporary bodyguard missions shouldn't be very high-level. And if anything happens, I know resurrection magic, so you
can rest assured."
Although he said this, looking at Aina's dazzling smile, Zwick felt a
chill run down his spine, his blood freezing and his heart sinking. If he hadn't already decided to familiarize himself with his
power, Zwick might have thought this was Aina's "punishment" for his earlier words.
Thinking of this, Zwick considered another question. What did Aina just say? She also knew
resurrection magic? But as far as Zwick knew, light magic and dark magic were incompatible, so one could only learn
one. Since Aina knew dark magic's necromancy, how could she also know light magic's resurrection
magic? Could the "resurrection magic" she mentioned be… well, better not to think about it anymore.
With no way out, Zwick had no choice but to accept the piece of cloth that Aina had prepared for him sometime during the night to
conceal his appearance, and then boldly walked towards the front of the caravan.
Unlike last night, Zwick had no intention of shouting anything this time. He knew that even if he did,
he knew without a doubt that these people would think he was crazy and burst into laughter. Moreover, Zwick
's purpose this time was different from his previous revenge-driven one; he simply wanted to use the caravan as a target, so there was no need to
say anything more.
Because of this, when he reached the front of the caravan, Zwick, without saying a word,
charged at a speed they could see, directly at a nearby mercenary dressed as a mage, and punched the mage in the face,
causing a lot of blood to spurt from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, making his face much rosier than before. The only
regret was that the mage's entire face was sunken in.
Seeing Zwick suddenly kill a mage, aside from the obese merchant couple whose chins were barely visible,
who launched an extremely loud noise attack in self-defense, the other mercenaries and adventurers also drew their weapons in preparation.
The coachmen, realizing Zwick had come to rob them, began preparing to drive the carriage away.
Even as they drove off, Zwick didn't seem to mind, as the
long run Aina had given him earlier had given him confidence that he could shoot down all the coachmen before they left.
However, before Zwick could make a move, several sharp, whistling sounds rang out, followed by the decapitation
of all the horses, their deaths remarkably similar to those of the two soldiers Aina had killed earlier. The only
difference was that the heads didn't fly away but fell directly to the horses' feet, and the horses immediately
collapsed like broken puppets. Judging from the cuts, the horse must have been struck by a wind-based magic spell called Vacuum Blade, as
no other magic could create such sword-like wounds. As for who did it,
there was no other choice but Aina.
Several inexperienced youths, surprised by the horse's sudden collapse, looked around in astonishment
, seemingly trying to find Aina, the one who had killed the horse. The more experienced ones immediately
used the horseless carriages as cover, then began hurling spells and crossbow bolts
at Zwick like they were free, trying to eliminate their immediate enemy. Zwick, therefore, had no choice but to run to a nearby
carriage for cover, as he had no intention of testing his defenses with the enemy's attacks.
Zwick chose a carriage to provide cover, which happened to contain three swordsmen and a priest. He decided
to use the priest as a scapegoat, delivering a powerful punch to the priest's chest, causing him to cough up blood and fly backward a considerable distance before collapsing to the ground, 　　convulsing
like a dying frog . 　　 Seeing the priest suffer the same fate as the mage, the three swordsmen immediately raised their swords to strike Zwick as if seeking revenge 　　. However, listening to their shouts that were neither truly angry nor truly alarmed, Zwick seriously 　　doubted that they were simply too panicked to escape and had instinctively drawn their swords at him. 　　 After dodging their first attack, Zwick immediately tried the method of using magic that Aina had taught him 　　, punching one of the swordsmen in the elbow.

To cope with the frequent battles, the various races of the Senluo Land have done a great deal of
work in improving their physical abilities. There's the orcs' berserk transformation, the early magic taught to humans and elves by the creator god—
"Blessing," and the various support magics derived from "Blessing," even the
"Battle Aura" that warriors developed to counter their lack of magical prowess… and so on.
Conversely, the demons, who frequently face creatures from the demon realm, also have methods to enhance their abilities—
the method Aina taught Zwick to use magic.
Less than a second after the strike, blood from the swordsman's arm surged wildly
from his pores, turning the four people nearby, including Zwick, into blood-soaked figures. The swordsman
then lay on the ground, emitting a pig-like scream.
However, this shocking act was, in Zwick's eyes, a failure. In fact, Zwick had originally
intended to do what Aina had done the previous night: to completely sever the swordsman's arm from his body. However, Zwick
wasn't expecting to successfully control his still-unfamiliar power on his first attempt; he was simply
a little disappointed that he couldn't even get close to success.
But the other two swordsmen couldn't accept his "failure" as easily as Zwick. Seeing
their companions being instantly killed one after another, they immediately went berserk, wildly slashing with their swords. At the same time,
more than ten mercenaries who had been hiding in a nearby carriage began to arrive to support the two swordsmen.
Seeing so many people coming, it would be a lie to say that Zwick wasn't nervous. After a moment of distraction
, Zwick's right hand was already on the hilt of the sword he had brought back from the Dongbalun army's encampment
. However, since he was here to rob someone to familiarize himself with his power,
Zwick couldn't imagine how terrible Aina's expression would be if he used a weapon at this point. Moreover, Zwick was confident in
his speed and believed they couldn't inflict too much damage on him. So he
released his sword hilt and, as Aina had taught him, used his strength to attack the closest enemy
…
After fighting for over an hour—actually, Zwick didn't know how long, but since the sun was
beginning to set, it should be around that time—Zwick finally eliminated most of the mercenaries and grooms
. As for why "most" and not all, it was because he spotted several
mercenaries and grooms who, perhaps realizing the situation was dire, were dragging a merchant couple who refused to leave their valuables as they fled. Although Zwick
considered chasing them to silence them and prevent future problems,
the sheer number of people surrounding him prevented him from pursuing them.
If you were to ask Zwick now how he felt about taking on so many people alone, he would definitely say, "Besides being very tired,
I'm still very tired. If it's not necessary... no, even if it is necessary, I don't want to take on so many
people alone anymore. In short, don't include me in such tiring tasks in the future."
"Now you know why I said it was strenuous, right?"
Aina, who had only used her vacuum blade a few times and hadn't made a move since, and had been quietly watching the show from the shadows, finally reappeared
. However, Zwick couldn't agree with Aina's words, because even if the opponent was Aina, Zwick
still felt that he would be the only one who would be tired.
"But speaking of which, the progress is not bad."
After surveying the sea of blood that Zwick had created, Aina nodded in satisfaction, and then used
a method that Zwick didn't know to instantly turn all the corpses into blood, and then collected the valuable items left behind by the mercenaries.
It was only then that Zwick realized the young lady before him had secretly
used teleportation magic to move all the goods from the wagons to another location while he was slaughtering people, leaving Zwick completely
bewildered except to stare at her wide-eyed.
After dealing with the mercenaries' belongings, Aina placed a hand on Zwick's shoulder, and
the scenery before his eyes began to distort. The next moment, Aina suddenly kicked Zwick in the backside, sending him tumbling
into the water with a "plop."
Water? How could there be water? Just as Zwick was about to lash out at Aina, this question suddenly
popped into his head, causing him to struggle to his feet. Only then did Zwick realize that they, who should have been on a plain
, were now in a lake with clear water in a forest. In that instant, Zwick knew that Aina had used teleportation
magic to send them here.
"Don't get angry with me, I just thought you were tired and that's why I helped you." Squatting
by the lake, Aina, who looked like she was suppressing a laugh, stopped Zwick from what he was about to do. While
Zwick agreed with Aina's words—he was indeed too tired to move—he still
wanted to drag this witch into the water and play a prank.
Just as Zwick was about to act, Aina moved first. By the
time Zwick noticed, Aina's seemingly delicate arms were already wrapped around his neck, and her lips, softer than he had imagined,
were already pressed against his. Although Aina's actions didn't startle Zwick, they were
enough to leave him stunned for a second.
"This is a little gift for you, working so hard," Aina said with a light laugh after leaving Zwick,
and walked towards the other side of the woods. Watching her retreating figure, Zwick deeply understood
what "a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea" meant… at least, Zwick couldn't guess what Aina was thinking.
Chapter Three
To complete the task entrusted to him by Fijaya, Zwick and Aina had been traveling for two
weeks. During these two weeks, besides finding merchants to use as training opponents and earn
some travel expenses, Zwick also learned a little water magic from Aina for self-defense.
Seeing that their training was finally showing some results, Zwick, a complete novice adventurer,
went with Aina to a tavern in a nearby town called Quinsarlo, where information was relatively easy to obtain, to gather the intelligence they needed
. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Aina gave Zwick a necklace. According to Aina's explanation...
The explanation is that, since ancient times, demons have lived alongside other demons in the Demon Realm, giving them a
different aura than the inhabitants of the land. While ordinary people cannot detect this aura, experienced adventurers can distinguish it.
Therefore, when demons need to conceal their identities to do shady things, they use
items that can hide their unique demonic aura, and the necklace is one such item. Of course, Aina
herself also carries an item for concealing her aura.
However, although Kunsaro is a city located at the crossroads of four countries and a necessary stop for merchants and travelers
... Zwick never expected to actually hear information about the artifact here.
"There really isn't a single important piece of news. I didn't expect that the intelligence network of the land is still the same as before,
without any progress whatsoever." Having sat here all day without hearing any information they found useful,
Aina looked at the crowds that had appeared for dinner time with a troubled expression and downed the glass of red wine in front of her
.
"It's not that I wanted to say this, but it's rather strange to hear it here, isn't it? Regardless of whether this is a large
town or not, as I mentioned before, since the Chaos War, most of the divine artifacts have long since
disappeared from the stage of history due to the rise and fall of various nations and the passing of their users. If you're looking for
other divine artifacts besides Ruyaet's guardian sword—Lanklissa—and the Staff of the Saint wielded by the Holy Maiden of the Lilors Church,
finding information in a place like this is practically an impossible task... although the underground market might have some information."
Due to the noise of the crowd, Zwick only needed to lower his voice slightly even for this kind of topic
.
"How does Zwick know so much about these things?"
"Didn't I tell you? Before I joined the army, I worked in the underground market." Saying this,
Zwick realized that he didn't seem to have mentioned it to Aina. However, this made Zwick realize that Aina's "
mind-reading" ability wasn't something she could know everything about.
Perhaps wanting to avoid being too obvious, Aina no longer wore that suggestive black outfit,
but instead donned a typical female adventurer's short-sleeved top and trousers. However, perhaps Aina's constitution made
her more susceptible to alcohol? After just one drink, Aina's cheeks were already slightly flushed, and in Zwick's eyes,
this Aina possessed a different kind of allure that made him want to push her down.
As if sensing Zwick's gaze, Aina looked up at him, making Zwick feel somewhat
embarrassed and hastily change the subject.
"...Ah! Right, although I only discovered this myself in the last two or three days, creating chaos
isn't really my responsibility, is it? Because even if I haven't created any, the Land of Senro is already chaotic enough. Take
Sibaluna and Dongbaluna for example, they often escalate into large-scale battles due to minor conflicts."
Although she had started this topic to avoid embarrassment, Aina, unusually speechless, turned her
face away after hearing it, indirectly acknowledging Zwick's words. However, Zwick had only brought this up to change
the subject, so he had no intention of shirking his work—at least not now.
Just then, a
female swordsman, reeking of alcohol, appearing to be about twenty-five years old, wearing light silver armor and with long black hair, staggered to Zwick's table and
barked at Aina in a provocative tone,
"You little brat! What are you doing, trying to drink like an adult?"
Just smelling the alcohol on the swordsman, Aina knew without looking that the woman was drunk, so she
simply rolled her eyes and continued eating her dinner. The
people who seemed to be the female adventurer's companions started to approach Zwick and his group, intending to stop the swordsman's drunken antics.
However, it was unclear what Aina had done to displease the swordsman; even though Aina ignored
her, and even though her companions were trying to stop her, the swordsman stubbornly clung to Aina. Suddenly,
the female swordsman, seemingly realizing her drunken rant was useless, resolutely grabbed Zwick's
half-full glass and splashed the wine all over Aina.
"Csia!"
Zwick hadn't expected the swordsman to take her drunken rampage so far.
Only after she had finished did Zwick snap out of his daze at the surprised cry of her companions
, and thus couldn't stop her in time, let alone the other female swordsmen who were nowhere near as fast
.
However, although Zwick couldn't stop the swordsman named Cecilia, Aina, with her speed that
even Zwick couldn't keep up with when she was serious, dodging this "attack" was no problem at all. Before anyone else
noticed, Aina had already leaned to the left, causing all the spilled wine to pass by her. However, even if she managed to evade it, Cecilia's actions had already caused 　　Aina, who had maintained a friendly expression
in front of Zwick , to reveal displeasure in her eyes, with a hint of murderous intent even flashing between her brows. 　　 Fortunately, Zwick, having worked in the underground market before, often needed to read customers' expressions to guess their 　　moods in order to sell goods, making him quicker in this regard than most people. Seeing Aina's anger, Zwick 　　immediately gently pressed down on her hand, preventing her from making any further moves. 　　 Although if Aina were to actually attack, Zwick's current abilities would likely be insufficient to stop her. However, 　　Zwick also knew that Aina was ultimately summoned by Fijaya to assist him, so even though she was now addressing him 　　by his first name and sensed her displeasure at his intervention, Aina would still accept Zwick's advice. 　　 "I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!" After the female swordsman finished her move, her four male 　　companions, ignoring her punches and kicks, grabbed her limbs and carried her away. Another 　　female companion, dressed as a priestess and appearing to be about the same age as Aina, sheepishly apologized to the two men. "That guy, he's probably in a bad mood," 　　Zwick couldn't help but smile wryly 　　 as he watched the female swordsman being carried away like a roasted pig .

"Well, things haven't been going too well this time..." The girl gave Zwick a wry smile.
"Our purpose here is to find some demons who have been active in this area recently. We've been chasing them for over a
month but haven't even caught a glimpse of them. We've only heard that they're robbing merchants in nearby countries,
and their methods have become increasingly brutal in recent days. That's why she drank a little too much. Please don't take offense."
When the topic of robbing merchants came up, Zwick immediately thought of what he had been doing these past few days. Basically, Zwick
admitted that because his control over his power was still immature, he sometimes went a little too far, so he was at least
certain that the latter part of the other person's statement referred to him. However, the young priestess said they had been chasing them for over a month, while
Zwick had only been a demon for about half a month. This meant that others had been doing the same
thing before Zwick, and the prime suspect was undoubtedly Aina. After all, Aina was the only demon Zwick knew
, and there should only be the two of them among the demons in the area recently.
Thinking about it this way, Zwick felt that the female swordsman named Cecilia might be drunk and
vaguely sensed the demonic aura that he and Aina were concealing with their props, which was why she disliked Aina…
However, the fact that she didn't dislike him seemed a bit contradictory.
Zwick shifted his gaze slightly to Aina, only to see that her expression was as usual, as
she continued to finish the food on the table as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring the young priestess who was trying to explain the misunderstanding
. However, Zwick could still tell that Aina was still very unhappy about what had just happened.
"Uh?" Suddenly, the young priestess exclaimed in surprise, drawing Zwick's attention back to her
. The young priestess was staring blankly at Aina, and Zwick couldn't help but gasp inwardly, fearing that she
had also discovered Aina's demonic identity. Aina, also noticing the young priestess's gaze, slowly raised her head and 　　said
in an icy voice . 　　 "What's wrong?" 　　 Not only Zwick, but even the young priestess could tell from Aina's tone 　　how dissatisfied she was with what had just happened. Zwick even believed that if he hadn't been holding Aina's hand, signaling her not to act impulsively, 　　it wouldn't be surprising if Aina had turned this place into a sea of blood. However, this also made Zwick very curious as to why 　　Aina was still so angry even though that woman named Cecilia hadn't defiled her in the slightest. 　　 "Oh! I'm sorry! Because you look like someone I know, so I..." 　　 Because Aina's tone was so cold, the young priestess, who shouldn't have done anything wrong, immediately apologized hastily 　　. But Aina had no intention of listening to the apology. After asking that short question, she turned her face away and continued to 　　destroy her dinner. 　　 Seeing the young priestess looking at Aina helplessly, Zwick first led her back to her companions 　　. Then, the young priestess apologized again solemnly before returning to her companions. 　　 Just as Zwick was about to take this opportunity to resolve some of the problems raised by the young priestess, Aina preemptively 　　spoke up. 　　 "Why are you stopping me? Even a human would have acted in this situation, wouldn't they?" Aina glared at Zwick and asked. 　　 Zwick began to suspect that Aina was angry because she felt that Cecilia's actions towards her were a great insult 　　. Otherwise, she, who had always advocated for keeping a low profile, would never have so 　　bluntly said "even a human" in this situation. 　　 However, Zwick wasn't entirely unaware that Aina would ask him why he was stopping her. While casually playing with the necklace hanging around his neck, Zwick 　　gave his prepared answer. 　　 "Originally, I just thought it was lunchtime, and revenge should wait. Besides 　　, this isn't a suitable place for revenge... And don't you think that female swordsman could be used as practice material 　　?" 　　 Although he said he wanted to use the female swordsman as practice material, Zwick hadn't initially considered 　　it at all. However, after hearing the priestess's words, he thought it would 　　be a good idea to use Cecilia as practice material. Thinking about the possibility of facing higher-level 　　enemies in the future, Zwick felt he couldn't just bully merchants for practice. Since he was hired to find 　　the demons, this female swordsman named Cecilia should be quite strong, making her a suitable 　　opponent for Zwick. 　　 "So what do you plan to do?" Hearing that Zwick wasn't trying to stop her revenge, but rather intended to get involved, 　　Aina's eyes softened considerably, no longer seeming to want Zwick to vent her anger on Cecilia's behalf 　　. 　　 Then, Zwick whispered his idea to Aina. After Zwick finished speaking, Aina 　　smiled with satisfaction... 　　 The next day, a group led by Cecilia left Kunsaro and headed towards the forest on the outskirts of the city to search for 　　the demons they needed to find. Besides Cecilia and the young priestess, the group included two male 　　human swordsmen, one male elven archer, one male elven mage, and one male canine thief from the orc race 　　. Zwick and Aina kept watch from a distance. 　　 Zwick's first thought upon seeing this group was—a very strange combination. Having a seemingly 　　powerless underage human priestess was one thing, 　　but it was truly strange that a self-righteous elf would be associating with an orc. Zwick had occasionally overheard the arrogant elves criticizing the orcs 　　, some even believing that the orcs, like demons, were a failure of the creator god; otherwise, they wouldn't 　　be such racially discriminatory creatures, neither human nor beast. 　　 "But then again," Zwick said lazily, as if passing the time. "The fact that they dared to go after an unknown number of demons with such a small force suggests either they 　　underestimated the other side as lower-level demons, or they are truly powerful..." 　　Of course, regarding this group, Zwick also considered a third possibility—a few 　　idiots just wanting to die. However, after hearing the young priestess's words, Zwick had essentially already accepted the third possibility.

Completely excluded.
On the journey, Cecilia was constantly being lectured by her companions because of what happened the previous night, but Cecilia
was so drunk she forgot everything and had no idea what had happened. As for Zwick and his group, since their
only target was Cecilia, they simply kept an eye on her, waiting for an opportunity to distract her
.
Finally, around noon, Cecilia and her group arrived at a small hill with a good view to rest.
Zwick couldn't help but admire their experience as adventurers; even while resting, they didn't neglect their surroundings.
However, when dealing with a well-prepared demon, even a moment's lapse in vigilance is enough to
kill you.
And Aina was demonstrating this to Zwick.
"Aina! Move!" Seeing them putting down their luggage, Zwick immediately instructed Aina to act
. Aina, who already knew the plan, had prepared before Zwick gave the order, so
she cast her spell on Cecilia and her group almost at the same time.
At the same time, the young priestess and the male elven mage also noticed that someone was casting magic on them. They immediately
cast defensive barriers of light magic and explosive fireballs of fire magic for defense and counterattack.
Although they had already expected that the young priestess was "not a strong fighter," Zvik was still taken aback that she actually
possessed a defensive barrier, a technique known only to a few high-ranking priests. However, the young priestess,
like Zvik, miscalculated one thing—although her defensive barrier
was absolutely effective against both physical and magical attacks, Aina's spell was a teleportation spell, not an offensive one. Therefore, the young priestess
's defensive barrier became useless, and Cissa was thus sent away by Zvik and his companions to their astonishment
.
However, it's no wonder that the young priestess didn't expect Aina to use a teleportation spell. Since teleportation
is a rare skill even among high-ranking mages, and for ordinary mages, it
requires immense magical power and preparation time, it's more practical to use it for escape than to distract the enemy
. However, for demons, who are born with higher magical power than any other race, teleportation is merely
a spell they use when they're too lazy to walk. Therefore, by the time the elven mage's explosive fireball reached Zwick
and his companion, they had already escaped using Aina's second teleportation spell.
Through Aina's spell, Zwick and his group arrived at an abandoned mine. On their first
day in Kunshalo, Zwick and Aina had already heard about this abandoned mine in town. According to the townspeople, it
used to be an iron mine and a major source of income for Kunshalo, but the minerals had been almost completely depleted over a decade ago
, and few people ventured there now. The environment was perfect
for use as an experimental site.
Furthermore, just in case, Aina had added two barriers to the only entrance and exit beforehand. This
allowed Zwick and Aina to monitor Cecilia's every
move from a distance without any worries.
After observing her quietly for a while, Zwick began to doubt if he had mistaken her for someone else—Cecilia
not only didn't scream or curse after being suddenly teleported to an unknown place, but also immediately drew her longsword from her waist
to prepare for battle and survey her surroundings—although this wouldn't be unusual for an experienced adventurer, Zwick
simply couldn't believe that the female swordsman before him was really the drunken woman from last night.
"It's your turn." Seeing that Zwick was only focused on Cecilia's reaction, Aina urged him to act,
so Zwick had no choice but to grip his weapon and steel himself as he stepped out of the shadows where they had hidden themselves.
"Who!?" Zwick had only taken five steps when Cecilia recognized his
location by his footsteps. This made Zwick sigh inwardly, realizing that even among humans, there existed beings with monstrous strength
.
Zwick didn't answer Cecilia's question. Besides having no reason to answer,
he also realized that Cecilia's strength might be much higher than he had initially imagined. Therefore, Zwick
needed to consider some tactics and try to put pressure on her using the sound of his footsteps, even if only slightly.
Using his demonic night vision, Zwick discovered something fortunate. Cecilia seemed
to have been suddenly teleported by Aina, so she didn't have time to bring any powerful or special weapons
, leaving her with only the ordinary longsword she held. However, Zwick could also see that
Cecilia's armor and shield were not ordinary; fighting her with his equally ordinary longsword
would likely be troublesome.
"Who are you?" Seeing that Cecilia was looking him up and down, Zwick knew he was now
within her line of sight. From her eyes, Zwick could tell she hadn't recognized him, confirming
she had truly forgotten what happened last night.
"If I said I was just passing by, you probably wouldn't believe me," Zwick shrugged,
then removed the necklace Aina had given him.
"A demon?" Whether this was expected or not, Zwick had barely removed the necklace when Cecilia
stared at him in astonishment.
However, her surprise was fleeting. The next moment, Cecilia gripped her longsword tightly in her left hand and
swung it at Zwick.
In the darkness, Cecilia's sword drew a beautiful arc from bottom to top, the tip just
five centimeters past Zwick.
After dodging Cecilia's first attack, Zwick realized something was wrong. Cecilia's scabbard hung
on her left hip, and her shield was also attached to her left forearm, clearly indicating that her dominant hand should be right. Yet, at this
moment, she was gripping her sword with her left hand…
A thought flashed through his mind, and Zwick immediately shifted his attention to Cecilia's right hand to see
what she was doing.
Upon closer inspection, Zwick discovered something truly remarkable. Cecilia was using the shadow of her shield and the passage of time…
Zwick, holding a short sword, intended to stab Zwick in the groin. Without time to think,
driven purely by reflexes, Zwick's right knee struck Sissia's right wrist, simultaneously pulling
away.
Seeing his righteous friend's ruthless attack, if Zwick hadn't been certain he'd never seen her before last night
, he would have thought he'd raped her.
"You damned demon, your reaction is much better than the ones I've encountered before." Whether it was due to Sissia's
armor or because Zwick was kicking while retreating, Sissia's right hand seemed unharmed;
only the short sword had been knocked away. A kick that should have been enough to half-dead an ordinary person had such a meager effect,
leaving Zwick secretly surprised. The only thing that reassured Zwick was the way Sissia seemed to be checking
the extent of her wrist injury; at least the kick hadn't been completely ineffective against Sissia, otherwise Zwick
wouldn't know which side was the demon.
From their brief exchange, Zwick was acutely aware of the vast difference in experience between himself and Sissia.
Her composure and concentration, unaffected by external distractions, were simply unmatched. However,
Zwick also possessed a significant physical advantage, so he wasn't too worried about his chances of winning
. Yet, the more Zwick thought about it, the more he felt the woman who had acted drunkenly in front of him last night
was a completely different person from the one before him now.
While Sissia was still checking her wrist, Zwick used his speed to move to her left and swung his
sword down.
A low, metallic clang followed, and Zwick knew Sissia had blocked
his attack.
However, her half-kneeling posture—using a shield to defend her left side and the sword to defend
her right—convinced that this was merely a risky defense because she couldn't see him. If Zwick
had thrust directly at her side, the attack, which wasn't fatal, would have killed her instantly
.
Having just blocked Zvik's attack, Cecilia swung her longsword again, aiming for Zvik
's waist. However, this wasn't enough for Zvik in his current state. Seeing Cecilia's
movement, he retreated far away, preventing the sword from even touching his clothes.
Yet, seemingly certain that he would dodge, Cecilia pursued him immediately after her swing
. Watching Cecilia's movements, Zvik suddenly had the
illusion that she was faster than before.
But the next second, Zvik realized it wasn't an illusion. And not only was her speed greater, but
the power of Cecilia's sword swing was also greater. Although Zvik was confident that this wouldn't pose a threat to him,
he was still puzzled by her sudden increase in physical abilities.
(While physical abilities can indeed be temporarily boosted through magic, this woman made no move to cast
any spells, and such a significant increase in strength and speed only begins at level four of the Battle Aura…
Does this mean this woman possesses level four Battle Aura or even higher?)
Sighing at his predicament, Cecilia changed her sword grip from one hand to two, causing Zwick to cry out in
alarm.
(Hey! Does this woman know how to use a Battle Aura sword?)
Perhaps as a reward for Zwick's correct guess, Cecilia's longsword now condensed a surge of Battle
Aura. In the next instant, she swung her sword fiercely, and the Battle Aura
shot towards Zwick like a vacuum blade.
However, luck seemed to be on Zwick's side. Faced with this unprecedented attack, Zwick,
hoping for the best, struck the Battle Aura with his longsword. Although his sword shattered, Zwick
only staggered back two or three steps, and Cecilia's attack was shattered.
After receiving the first attack, Zwick knew that taking such an attack wouldn't
be as simple as just getting injured. He could rely on luck the first time, but what about the second? Luck never comes twice,
while bad luck always seems to follow.
By the time Zwick realized this, Cecilia had already gathered her power, and before Zwick
could even think of a countermeasure, her second attack was already aimed at him…
Seeing that there was no time to think, Zwick decided to meet it head-on with a punch. But as soon as he thought that,
Cecilia's energy was broken…
"It seems it's a bit too early to let you spar with a high-level adventurer."
Even a fool could tell that it was Aina who blocked the energy for him. Aina's arms moved
so smoothly that there was no sign of her using any defense, let alone having to retreat two or three
steps to neutralize the impact like I did. Anyone would see that Aina blocked it with ease.
"Don't worry about it, you only lost to her in terms of skill level." Having seen through Zwick's
thoughts again—though Zwick couldn't rule out that Aina was just provoking Cecilia—Aina chuckled.
"Demon! Don't think you can look down on me just because I'm silent!" Knowing full well
the power of her aura sword, Cecilia also knew exactly how formidable Aina was, easily breaking her attack. After silently
observing Aina for a while, Cecilia decided to strike first, gathering her aura as she charged forward, intending to strike
Aina directly with her sword.
"Sigh…can't you let me finish speaking first?" As Aina sighed provocatively, Cecilia
suddenly seemed to be struck by something, crashing into the wall beside her.
Only after Cecilia hit the wall did Zwick realize that what had sent Cecilia flying was a whip-like weapon,
and that the whip was swaying in mid-air as if in a show of defiance. From the swaying motion in mid-air that an ordinary whip shouldn't be able to produce
, Zwick was almost certain it was a magical artifact wielded by Aina. However, seeing that Aina's hands were still
twirling, and that she wasn't holding anything in her hands, how was she controlling it? Zwick had absolutely
no clue.
Zwick had only tried to trace the "whip" to its source, but he hadn't expected to find it so easily, and
in such an unexpected place...
It extended from the very end of Aina's spine—it looked like a tail.
Although he hadn't considered that Aina had a tail, and one of unusual length, seeing a series of unexpected
things had left Zwick somewhat numb. However, Zwick was
speechless due to the change in circumstances. The reason wasn't anything else, but Aina's next words.
"Really, you and your ancestors are both impatient... Cecilia Aisas." Aina uttered
a surname almost everyone in the land of Senluo knew.
Chapter Four
Aisas—except for those born deaf, no one in this land of Senluo hadn't heard of this surname
. It wasn't just because the royal family of the powerful Eastern nation of Ruyaet also shared the surname Aisas; more importantly
, this Eastern nation had once produced a hero known to all—
one of the Seven Heroes who brought an end to the Chaos War—Beikadu Aisas.
Therefore, Zwick knew perfectly well that if the female swordsman before him truly possessed the surname Aisas
, it meant not only that she was a descendant of the legendary Seven Heroes, but also a princess of Ruyaet.
To be honest, Zwick wasn't at all surprised that Aina, who often seemed to know his thoughts,
would know such a thing. But when exactly did she find out? Was it just before she came to help Zwick
? Was it when she teleported Cecilia to this mine? Was it when she was following Cecilia? Or was it
when Cecilia caused trouble last night? Did she even know before Zwick met Aina?
Although he knew he would encounter this situation someday after answering Fijaya's question,
the feeling of being used still left Zwick with a sour taste in his mouth.
As if sensing Zwick's feelings, Aina said apologetically,
"Sorry, I was planning to tell you later. I recognized 'that' back then. After all, if
you knew the person lying there was from the Aisas clan, you would probably be nervous too." As she spoke, Aina's
left index finger pointed simultaneously to Cecilia, who had fallen to the rock face and needed support to stand after being struck by her.
Even without being explicitly stated, Zwick understood from Aina's tone that "back then"
referred to the events of the previous night; and judging from the direction Aina pointed, "that" must be
the crest on Cecilia's shield. If Aina recognized Cecilia as the princess of Luyaet because of that crest, then that
crest was clearly the Aisas clan's family crest.
Although Zwick had seen the crest before, he initially dismissed it as mere decoration and
paid it no mind. He never imagined it was the family crest of the Aisas clan, especially so
far from Ruyaet.
"But I really didn't expect the Aisas family to still use the 'Seven Heroes Game' to test their heirs,"
Aina said with a half-smile, seemingly mocking.
"What's that all about?" Zwick asked almost reflexively, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized
he had indirectly become an accomplice in Aina's mockery. However, despite realizing it, Zwick didn't see anything
wrong with it.
"Simply put, it's imitating their ancestors' silly game to test whether their heir is qualified to inherit
the throne," Aina paused, then added with a cold laugh. "By the way, this princess is quite the favorite, otherwise what reason would her father be willing to break the rules to 　　give her
the holy armor worn by Beykadu ?" 　　 Although she said this, her words, full of sarcasm, made Zwick understand that Aina meant that 　　Cecilia's strength was so weak that even her father couldn't stand it and was even going to give her some powerful equipment 　　to protect her life. However, Zwick also realized one thing from Aina's words—they were about to obtain their first 　　artifact. 　　 At the same time, with a shout filled with anger, Cecilia also charged at Aina with both hands, sword in hand. 　　 However, in Zwick's eyes, Cecilia's attack this time was a different story. 　　 (Her speed has slowed down a lot... Did Aina's attack seriously injure her? Two... no, maybe 　　three ribs are broken.) 　　 After speculating about Cecilia's condition based on his decent medical knowledge, Zwick couldn't help but want to praise 　　Cecilia's pain tolerance. Although he had never experienced a broken bone before, Zwick was certain that if 　　he were in Zwick's shoes, he would be sweating profusely. 　　 However, the two who knew best that "Cycia was seriously injured" were the inflictor and the victim 　　, and Aina, as the inflictor, had no reason to show mercy. 　　 Just moments ago, she had only been slowly swaying, but in the blink of an eye, Aina's unusually long 　　tail was wrapped around Cycia's neck. If Aina tightened her grip even slightly, Cycia 　　would either die from a broken neck or from suffocation. 　　 However, neither of these outcomes was what Aina wanted. With a casual flick of her long tail, Cycia 　　was thrown against the stone wall again, and this time the impact caused her to cough up blood, staining her silver-white 　　holy armor with a crimson hue. 　　 "Want me to guess what you're thinking?" Aina casually squatted down beside Sissia, 　　gently cradling her cheeks with her hands, gazing at her with an expression that was both sympathetic and mocking. "Your Highness, are you 　　wondering why the antique on your body couldn't withstand this demon's attack? Even if it couldn't, it's 　　impossible for it to be injured like this just from bumping into the stone wall—right?" 　　 Aina posed that provocative and sarcastic "question," then gave Sissia a cute, innocent smile 　　. But in Sissia's eyes, that smile was anything but "cute and innocent"; it was more like sinister and cunning 　　. And the more Sissia saw that sinister and cunning smile, the more she wanted to immediately draw her sword and give Aina a good beating 　　… provided she could actually move.

Although she didn't want to admit it, Sissia couldn't deny Aina's words.
As the current owner, Sissia believed no one understood better than her
the defensive capabilities of this holy armor, which allowed the wearer to remain unscathed even after a full-force attack from a Cyclops. So when Zwick's kick
numbed her wrist, Sissia realized that although her opponent was full of weaknesses, he was no ordinary demon soldier.
She immediately used her recently mastered sixth-level battle aura, but she hadn't expected such a powerful ambush.
He easily broke three of her ribs, even injuring her to the point where she couldn't move, and could only
sit against the stone wall, emitting groans that would only please him. For these reasons, the question Aina had raised had been
lingering in her mind.
However, even Zwick didn't know that last night, besides preparing the barrier and surveying the terrain
, Aina had also prepared a colorless and odorless special gas modified from the miasma of the demon realm.
While this gas had no effect on fellow demons, it
was an effective hypnotic for the creatures of the Senluo Land. Although its maximum effect could only be achieved
in enclosed spaces like the abandoned mine where Zwick and his companions were, given the right environment, creatures inhaling the gas would unconsciously
accept the suggestions of the user. In truth, whether Sissia had broken three ribs after being knocked away by Aina,
or was now completely injured and unable to move, was simply Sissia's perception of the situation.
Seeing Sissia's complex expression, Aina smiled with satisfaction and grabbed Sissia's limp
left wrist.
"You filthy demon, don't touch me with your dirty hands, or I'll kill you..." Sissia's words, spoken with the last of her strength, 　　sounded more like a plea for mercy
to the other two present than a bluff .
At least Zwick knew very well that
someone like Cecilia wouldn't say it if she really wanted to kill Aina; she would act immediately without hesitation. So,
her current words only made it seem like she had no ability to struggle.
Naturally, Aina completely ignored Cecilia's pleading command and deliberately
did what she was about to do within Cecilia's line of sight.
"Snap..."
With a soft sound echoing in the mine, Cecilia's forearm armor and shield, which were originally equipped on her left hand, immediately
fell to the ground.
"What are you doing!?" Seeing her armor being easily removed by the demon girl in front of her,
what could Cecilia do but be surprised?
"Hmm? Your Majesty isn't really that stupid, is she? Can't you even see that?" Saying sarcastically with a smile,
Aina removed the armor from the defenseless female swordsman one by one.
Right forearm armor, shoulder pads, knee pads, shin guards, skirt armor, waist guard, and finally, chest guard. With clean and efficient movements, Aina
stripped Cecilia of her armor, revealing
her E-cup breasts, previously hidden beneath her holy armor but now only covered by her undershirt. This caused Zwick to forget his recent beating and
whistle in accompaniment.
Cecilia, however, was speechless with astonishment, not because of Aina's
practiced ease with which she removed her armor, but because she seemed to have known all along
where the hidden seam of her holy armor lay, invisible to the naked eye.
"But Your Highness's breasts are quite large, it's a waste to have you as a princess… Or perhaps Your Highness
gets groped too much during military exercises, which is why they've become so big?"
"What did you say—!" Cecilia was about to retort when Aina suddenly gripped
one of her breasts tightly, causing her to cry out in pain, interrupting her words.
"So sensitive, looks like she was definitely raised with excessive force."
Without giving Cecilia any chance to berate her, Aina, while she was still screaming in pain,
placed the tip of the tail still wrapped around Cecilia's neck into her mouth and rhythmically moved it in and out.
"Ugh! Ugh, ugh! Ugh—!"
Occasionally her throat and esophagus were also invaded, but because her mouth was already filled with foreign objects, Cecilia
could only utter simple syllables and express her physical pain, anger towards the demons, humiliation
, and resentment after defeat through her eyes.
Seemingly uninterested in Cecilia's reaction, Aina merely glanced at her before
cutting Cecilia's clothes to shreds with her vacuum blade, and Zwick walked to Aina's side.
"You're not satisfied with just that, are you?" While
admiring Aina's skill in tearing clothes without harming skin, Zwick was also surprised by her playful revenge… at least, he had expected her
to immediately pull out something to make Cecilia wet and moan like a whore.
"How could that be?" Aina glanced at the naked Cecilia and sneered, then smiled
"gently." "Even if I wanted to, you wouldn't have let
this princess off so easily after being chased by her, would you?"
Although Aina's tone was speculative, it didn't sound
like a question to either Zwick or Cecilia.
"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that I almost lost my good brother forever." Now that he'd been
"invited," Zwick began to play along with Aina, saying things clearly intended for Cecilia's benefit.
However, even without Aina's invitation, Zwick had actually planned to participate. Even though Cecilia
wasn't a stunning beauty, Zwick wasn't the kind of
upright man who would say "no interest" even with a naked woman in front of him. Besides, this naked woman was the princess of Luaette! Just
the title of "princess" was enough to fill Zwick, who had never even had the chance to touch a rich heiress before, with anticipation.
"Is that so? Then Your Highness will have to suffer and crawl like a dog for a while." With Zwick's reply,
Aina pulled Cecilia's long hair, slamming her limp body against the wall, forcing Cecilia into
a humiliating position with her buttocks raised high.
Because her mouth was still stuffed with something, even though her body felt "bone-deep" from being slammed against the rock...
A sharp pain shot through the area where the tail had been twisted, preventing Sissia from screaming. She could only glare resentfully at
Aina.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Aina withdrew her tail, which had been tightly gripping Sissia's neck and covering her mouth.
Freed, Sissia immediately began coughing violently.
"You'd better make some nice noises later. If you sound like a whore, it would be a disgrace to the
noble title of 'Princess'." Ignoring Sissia's unwavering glare amidst her coughing, Aina straddled Sissia
's back and began to play with her vulva.
As agile as an elongated tongue, Aina's unusual tail sometimes rubbed the tip of Sissia's
clitoris, sometimes slipped through the labia parted by Aina's hands, and burrowed into the vagina to caress the inner walls.
Even though the tail was now covered in saliva, which could be used as lubricant, from being used to cover Sissia's mouth,
Sissia still felt a secret pain because there wasn't enough vaginal fluid inside.
"You... stinking demon! One day... I'll definitely pay you back for all of this!" Although she spoke
harshly, Sissia was actually just trying to avoid letting out any pleasurable gasps or painful moans. However, even though
she could suppress the sounds, her uncontrollable vaginal opening still yielded to the gradually intensifying pleasure, flowing out sticky
, clear vaginal fluid.
"Thanks in advance, but I hope Your Highness won't mind that I don't have as much fluid as Your Highness then."
Taking Sissia's words as a joke, Aina didn't forget to gently
stroke Sissia's face, which was contorted with anger from enduring pleasure and humiliation, with her hand, which was now covered in Sissia's love fluid.
Seeing the already juicy, wet vulva, Zwick quietly walked behind Cecilia and unbuttoned his
pants, pulling them down to his knees to reveal his hidden penis. Although Zwick's penis wasn't anything
extraordinary, its above-average size was quite impressive—especially at this moment.
Seeing that her accomplice was ready, Aina also had the tail that was digging into Cecilia's vagina withdraw.
Cecilia was momentarily bewildered by Aina's sudden stop, wondering
what the female demon was thinking, but then she remembered the other demon who had been barely noticeable earlier and immediately knew
what was about to happen.
"Ugh...!"
Although not entirely unprepared, Zwick's penis forced its way through
her labia like a hammer blow, instantly filling Cecilia's vagina. With Aina's thorough preparation
, the words Cecilia wanted to curse were barely on her lips before a seductive moan escaped her lips instinctively.
"Damn! You really do sound like a slut!"
Zwick, initially surprised by Cecilia's reaction, couldn't help but laugh at the obscene sound that made his penis swell.
However, no one wants to make the same mistake twice, so even hearing Zwick's mockery, Cecilia
could only keep her mouth shut.
If looks could kill, Cecilia's gaze at that moment would have utterly destroyed Zwick and his companions.
However, this cold expression couldn't last even a moment. Cecilia's brows furrowed, her teeth
biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes closed, and the lustful fluid escaping from her vagina was two or three
times more abundant than before.
Cecilia's remaining rationality could only react with surprise at her body's reaction. After all, she
was no longer an innocent girl, and she understood that it wasn't strange for her body to react to sex.
However, to react like this after just a few simple thrusts didn't make sense.
Unfortunately, Cecilia's rationality only allowed her to think this far; otherwise, she would have already suspected that this was
the work of her enemy.
Seeing that Cecilia was already in the mood, Aina laughed again.
"It seems Your Highness is quite used to being fucked like a dog. Your Highness, do you perhaps
hold orgys with your friends every night while practicing your skills?" "Oh? Is there really such a training method?" Zwick 　　asked curiously
, maintaining a steady rhythm as he swayed his hips back and forth . 　　 "I don't know, I just read about it in a human novel." Aina frankly admitted that she 　　was just making things up to some extent. 　　 "Tsk! I was thinking of kidnapping that little priestess and having a go at her, see if she can learn holy 　　magic after that." 　　 Aina sneered at Zwick's proposal. 　　 "It doesn't matter, we won't lose anything by doing it." 　　 "Stinky demons... um... if, if you dare to lay a hand on... Kalili, Ya, I won't 　　... let you off the hook." Hearing that the other party intended to target their companion, Cissa 　　warned the two of them without caring about the consequences. However, this "warning" mixed with lewd moans would only be a joke to anyone who heard it 　　. 　　 To be honest, both Zwick and Aina wanted to burst out laughing at such an amusing "warning." 　　However, an idea popped into Zwick's mind, and he immediately said. 　　 "Your Highness is truly a model of righteousness, able to moan and threaten others at the same time 　　. I really admire you. For that reason, if Your Highness can give me some pleasure, I might give up 　　on that girl." 　　 "Sigh...you're really bad. Her Highness is already like this, and you still want to threaten her?" Aina 　　gave a sarcastic look that said, "You're really going too far," while gently stroking Cecilia's back. Whether it 　　was the effect of Aina's gas or Cecilia's back being so sensitive, 　　Cecilia couldn't hold back any longer and let out a sound of pleasure after just one movement from Aina. 　　 "Hey, doesn't this mean we're the ones making this lewd princess feel good?" Despite saying that, 　　Zwick's waist continued to swing back and forth, but the movement changed to slowly withdrawing until it reached the entrance, and then 　　thrusting in hard again until it was all the way to the root. Cecilia, whose defenses were already beginning to crumble, 　　let out a soft moan like air being squeezed out of her lungs as Zwick thrust into her core.

"Hehe, not bad at all~, maybe you've made His Highness so happy that
you might be the next heir to the throne of Luyaet."
"Ah...ah..." After Zwick thrust in and out for half an hour, Cecilia's
eyes, which were originally filled with pain and resentment, were now blurred with pleasure, and she couldn't even hear the insults from Zwick and his men.
Actually, seeing Cecilia enjoying herself so much, Zwick felt a little strange. However,
their original purpose was just to vent their anger by raping Cecilia, and this was a
success—or rather, a very successful one. After all, the humiliation of feeling pleasure while being raped is much greater than that of simple rape
, so Zwick didn't intend to investigate whether Aina, who was watching the show from the sidelines, had done
anything.
Thinking of this, Zwick suddenly changed his rhythm and began to thrust rapidly. Each
insertion, almost as if penetrating the uterus, sent waves of pleasure crashing over Cecilia, turning her soft moans into
cries of pure carnal pleasure.
Unbeknownst to her, Benga's invisible restraints on Cecilia vanished, and she swayed
her hips in rhythm with Zwick's movements, making each thrust even smoother and more intense.
Suddenly, Cecilia threw her head back, letting out a sustained cry of pleasure, before her entire body was
engulfed by a powerful, tsunami-like orgasm. The surging, strong vaginal fluid slammed forcefully against Zwick's glans, causing
him to shudder and ejaculate a large amount of thick, unreserved semen into her body.
After ejaculating, Zwick withdrew without hesitation, then expressionlessly cleaned his penis with scraps of cloth from the floor,
leaving Aina, watching from the side, utterly bewildered.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just realized what 'the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment' means. A princess and a whore
are practically the same." Zwick sighed, seemingly disappointed.
"I guess this one just looks like a whore, right?" Aina said, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Since you
're not playing anymore, I'll start cleaning up the mess~"
Before Zwick could even grasp what Aina meant by "cleaning up the mess," she had already
ripped her "tail" out by the roots, leaving Zwick, who was about to pull his pants back up, speechless and frozen in place.
"Fake." As usual, Aina seemed to see right through Zwick's question,
kneading the "tail" like clay while laughing. "Besides tools to conceal one's aura, disguise tools are also essential.
Besides this, I also have tools to disguise myself as a beastman. I'll show you next time."
Hearing Aina's explanation, Zwick didn't know what expression he could make except silence.
Ignoring Zwick's reaction, Aina transformed the disguised "tail" into
a penis-shaped object similar in size and shape to Aina's hand and buttocks. She then summoned a stone giant from earth magic and
placed the penis between its legs.
Without a second thought, Zwick knew what Aina intended.
Sure enough, after installing the fake penis, Aina silently instructed the stone giant to approach
Cecilia, who was still in the afterglow of her orgasm.
The stone giant gripped Cecilia's waists, and the fake penis was immediately aimed at her still-sperm-covered vulva,
slowly penetrating it.
Even with the semen as lubrication, inserting a penis the size of a hand and buttocks was extremely difficult,
causing Cecilia, unable to escape, to let out a deafening scream.
But in less than a moment…
"Ah…so good…so good…" The chilling scream transformed into a joyful
moan.
Watching Cecilia moan with pleasure while her lower mouth oozed semen mixed with blood—a
scene equally gruesome in another sense—Zvik simply shrugged helplessly and, together with Aina,
began cleaning up the holy armor they had stripped from Cecilia.
"Just right," Aina remarked thoughtfully after they finished.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just felt like it was time to run away." Aina replied with a half-smile to Zvik's question.
However, Zvik quickly understood what Aina was referring to.
"Cescia!" Just before Aina's teleportation spell, the young priestess's scream,
Cecia's convulsing cries as she reached her second climax, the roars of Cecia's companions, and the clash of weapons
all reached Zwick's ears simultaneously…
Chapter Five
Several days after exacting his revenge on Cecia and seizing her holy armor, Zwick and Aina arrived at
Lloymt, the capital of Sibaluna, where Zwick grew up.
Naturally, their trip wasn't simply a family visit.
As Zwick had mentioned to Aina before, most of the artifacts that appeared in the Chaos War
had vanished from the stage of history. Therefore, to improve the efficiency of intelligence gathering, Zwick took Aina to
find a friend he had known for a long time who was also involved in black market transactions.
As the administrative center of Sibaluna, Lloymt and Kunsaro possessed a different kind of prosperity.
There was a large flow of funds at the same time, but merchants dominated Kunsaro, while
nobles dominated Leimt—this was why Zwick disliked those nobles and royalty.
"I was relatively lucky, thanks to those nobles who didn't treat others like human beings. Many
orphans born here didn't live long... Of course, those who stole from nobles' houses probably got themselves into trouble. Anyway, back then
, to survive, you either had to seek refuge with some powerful people, or desperately run to other cities, or
wait to die a violent death in the streets, the only difference being whether you starved to death, died of disease, or were beaten to death." On the way to
their destination, Zwick casually told Aina about his
life there, as if recounting someone else's story.
"This kind of story doesn't make me feel sorry for you."
"I don't want your sympathy, I just wanted to vent a little." Hearing Aina's words, Zwick simply
shrugged. "Besides, now I really want to do it, I'd even take revenge on them, anyway, this country..."
" The so-called strongmen in this family aren't up to that bitch princess's level. As long as they don't have those overpowered equipment, I
believe I can easily win."
"In that case, let's have a big clean-up so we can do less."
"No, I don't even have to lift a finger for those things right now."
Thinking it wouldn't hurt to show off a little occasionally, Zwick deliberately flicked his bangs, but
Aina immediately slapped his forehead.
"You can show off if you want, but you have to take down someone on par with that bitch princess first,
otherwise you're just an idiot."
Zwick wasn't bothered by Aina's dismissal of his whim;
sometimes he even thought he should thank her.
In the past, Zwick often heard stories of people suddenly gaining some kind of power, easily defeating a bunch of
henchmen and laughing all day, thinking they were invincible, only to end up dead in the wilderness. So
Zwick had always felt that if it weren't for Aina's constant reminders of his naivety,
he might have become just another fool lying dead in the wilderness shortly after his resurrection.
"...Isn't it strange to think like that?" Zwick muttered to himself.
"What's wrong?" Aina asked curiously, drawn by his casual remark.
"Nothing... Oh, right, speaking of that princess, I remembered that priestess. So young and
yet able to use such advanced magic, could she be the saintess of the Lilors Church?" Although initially
surprised by the young priestess's magical power, Zwick hadn't thought about it much after stealing the Holy Armor. So
now, considering this possibility, Zwick sighed with regret... It was a pity he almost took on
the spiritual leader of the Lilors Church, arguably the most powerful force in the Senluo Land, and almost even managed to snatch the Staff of the Saint
.
"It's not her," Aina said, denying his idea. "Those elders of the Papacy wouldn't let their
saintess roam around freely, but that priestess might have been one of the candidates for saintess."
As Aina explained, Zwick noticed that Aina's tone
was very similar to when they last discussed why Zwick had joined the army—seven parts sarcasm and three parts displeasure.
However, this time Zwick understood why Aina was displeased. Among the seven heroes who sealed the Demon King Phieja during the Chaos War
, one of them was the saintess of the Lilors Church—Precia Beth
Dolock. So it wasn't surprising that Aina was displeased when the topic of "saintess" came up.
Aina might even have sneaked into the Lilors Church's Grand Cathedral and wreaked havoc because of this… Thinking of this, Zwick
also began to understand why the young priestess felt that Aina seemed familiar, and he was somewhat relieved that she hadn't
recognized Aina on the spot.
Amidst this casual conversation and daydreaming, Zwick and Aina
stopped in front of their destination—an extremely ordinary-looking inn with an attached tavern.
Upon entering, Zwick led Aina without a word to the stairs leading to the second floor. As they crossed the
lobby, which served as a bar, several waiters stared at them in surprise, while a middle-aged man "standing guard" at the top of the stairs
looked utterly astonished as they approached.
Having anticipated such an expression when deciding to return
, Zwick could only helplessly hand the man a half-gold, half-silver coin while slapping
his thigh.
"I'm not a ghost," the middle-aged man 　　complained loudly
after looking Zwick up and down and confirming he was alive . 　　 "You little brat, are you trying to scare me to death?" 　　 "That's not a bad idea. You've always wanted to sleep with my mom anyway, so sending you to meet her isn't a bad idea." 　　Zwick chuckled easily at the middle-aged man's complaint. 　　 "Damn! You don't even know who your mom is? Where are you going to send me? But I didn't expect you to be so 　　lucky, your whole unit was wiped out and you're still alive..." The middle-aged man seemed to only then notice 　　Aina beside Zwick, looking at her with a curious gaze before asking, "You little brat, 　　who is this girl?" 　　 "Her? She's my savior." After all, he couldn't let too many people know what he was doing, and even if he told 　　them, they might not believe him, so Zwick just shrugged and lightly brushed 　　aside the middle-aged man's question. "By the way, is Lutz here?" 　　 "He's here. After all, today's the day of the auction, how could he not be?" With that, the middle-aged man 　　patted Zwick's shoulder, indicating that he should make himself at home. Zwick then parted ways with the middle-aged man and went up to the second floor with Aina 　　. 　　 The second floor was no different from an ordinary hotel, with a long corridor and doors on both sides, showing 　　no connection whatsoever to the underground market. "Is the one you're looking for who isn't often here?" Aina 　　asked only 　　 after reaching the second floor, seemingly reluctant to interact with others . 　　 "Yes, because that guy has taken over a lot of other people's territory in recent years, he's made a lot of enemies, so he won't 　　stay in a fixed place for more than two nights. He only appears regularly for the monthly auction here. 　　But even so, when he's here, he stays in different rooms to reduce the chance of being ambushed." 　　As he spoke, the two had already reached the end of the corridor, in front of a door that was marked "Staff Only". 　　 Zwick gently turned the doorknob, and a long staircase leading downwards appeared before them. 　　Torches were placed on the walls on either side of the staircase for illumination, so even after closing the door behind them, they didn't have to 　　walk in the dark. 　　 After descending the stairs for a short while, a magnificently decorated door blocked their way, 　　and lively laughter emanated from the other side. 　　 Without waiting, Zwick pushed the door open, a dazzling light flashed by, and then a 　　lavishly renovated tavern came into view.

Watching a considerable number of waitresses, clad only in stockings and corsets, weaving among the numerous nobles, the wealthy, and
celebrities of the underworld, Aina's face unusually showed a clear interest in what she was seeing.
"So you're interested in this kind of scene?"
"Not entirely, it's just a little different from what I imagined. I always thought these underground markets would be
very dark, and have a dirty, hawking feel to them." Aina looked around seriously , like a shopkeeper inspecting her business
, while speaking with a rare tone of surprise.
"Well, most of the other underground markets I know are actually not much different from what you imagine, except that
the customers here are mostly nobles and such, and that guy loves to show off, so it's set up
like this."
Whether it was expected or taken for granted, from Aina's words, Zwick realized that she seemed to have never been to any
other underground market. However, that was the only truth. After all, the underground market wasn't something you could just enter at will.
No matter how strong Aina was, without connections, she still couldn't get in.
"But showing off doesn't require using so many 'Star Tear Stones' for lighting, does it? Those are very precious magical
crystals; using them for lighting is such a waste. If they were all used as a medium for casting curses, destroying a
country would be a piece of cake." Aside from the last part, which Zwick wasn't entirely sure was true,
he quite agreed with Aina's regretful explanation.
Looking at Aina's "innocent" expression, which perfectly matched her appearance, Zwick recalled how,
after traveling together, he always saw people trying to strike up conversations with her. Although he didn't quite understand what those people who automatically came to Aina's door asking for
iron plates were thinking, Zwick admitted one thing—Aina's figure, while only
slightly better than Jingruzhishui's, had a beautiful oval face, and given her unknown age, she looked like
a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, which certainly aroused the fantasies of those with certain tastes.
Just then, a slightly overweight middle-aged man approached Zwick and his companions.
"Little girl, this isn't a place for you, or perhaps you want to have some fun with your uncle?" With that,
the middle-aged man began to lewdly grin, revealing his blackened teeth.
Although both were dressed in formal attire, Zwick could tell from the man's behavior and tone that he was probably
a nouveau riche thug. After all, even nobles and wealthy people wouldn't speak so openly.
However, Aina adopted her usual attitude towards everyone except Zwick—ignoring the middle-aged man completely
, and continuing to observe the luxurious hall while moving in another direction.
However, some people just don't like being ignored.
Feeling insulted by Aina's disregard, the middle-aged man's already repulsive appearance
twisted further, and he roughly grabbed Aina's shoulder, preventing her from taking another step.
Zwick, witnessing the scene, unlike last time, didn't intend to stop it;
he too found the middle-aged man an eyesore.
So, in the next instant, the middle-aged man used the hand on Aina's shoulder as a pivot, spinning in mid-air
before collapsing to the ground like a toad. Aina, seemingly uninterested in even a word, ignored
the middle-aged man sprawled behind her and walked away.
"Want to bet how many people will look for us when we leave?" Zwick, hands behind his head, acting as if nothing had happened,
asked after catching up with Aina.
"I'm more interested in betting who killed more people," Aina
replied with a playful smile.
Meanwhile, several men in neat suits, seemingly drawn by the commotion, approached Zwick and
the middle-aged man.
Before they even got close, Zwick recognized them as bodyguards
of Lutz, the owner of the underground market.
Like Zwick, the bodyguards immediately recognized him. They hesitated for a moment,
then the bodyguard who appeared to be the leader told the others to help the middle-aged man up, while he himself went to Zwick and
Aina.
"Excuse me, I have some business to discuss with Lutz, so I'll leave it to you to handle,"
Zwick said, placing a ruby in the bodyguard's hand before the leader could speak.
The bodyguard glanced at the ruby, said nothing more, and called over a subordinate to
lead Zwick and Aina.
Soon after, the bodyguard leading Zwick and Aina stopped in front of a room and knocked on the door in a specific rhythm.
Although the bodyguard said nothing, Zwick knew from the rhythmic knocking that Lutz was in the room
.
"Come in." Sure enough, a familiar, languid voice
came from the other side of the door after the knock. As
soon as the door was opened, a man with a gourd-like figure, who had been lounging on a chair,
jumped up as if electrocuted and cried out.
"Zwick! You're not dead?"
"Yeah, something happened… well, I'm just lucky I survived." Zwick shrugged and smiled bitterly
.
Lutz, about ten years older than Zwick, was also an orphan—to be precise,
almost everyone working in this underground market was an orphan.
When Zwick was still sleeping in the back alleys, a
man named Kaan, who was then the owner of this underground market, would occasionally take in orphans to work for him, and Zwick and Lutz were among them.
At that time, unlike Zwick, who only cared about what his dinner would be, Lutz was very
interested in business. Kaan also believed Lutz had a talent for business, so he was happy to teach Lutz how
to be a successful underground black market dealer. As a result, Lutz did indeed become a successful underground black
market dealer, because in the second year after Zwick arrived, Lutz seized all of Kaan's assets.
After that, Zwick left the underground market to join the army. This was not because Zwick disliked Lutz.
Zwick's actions weren't driven by a sense of "justice," but rather by a clear understanding of Lutz's character—normally, he was fine,
but if Lutz felt threatened, he would ruthlessly stab you in the back. Therefore, Zwick
tried to stay away from him, occasionally providing useful information to maintain
a space where both sides could benefit from each other.
"Hey! Don't just stand there, come sit down. Eh? Who's this little kid? When did you develop
this kind of hobby?" Because his attention had been focused on Zwick, Lutz, like everyone else,
only noticed Aina's presence beside him after calming down a bit.
"What 'hobby'? This is my current employer." Zwick
pulled a chair from Lutz's desk and sat down, while Aina ignored their conversation, freely wandering around Lutz's
room, looking at the furnishings.
"Huh? Didn't His Majesty only have three sons? When did he get a daughter?" Because of Zwick
's previous work, Lutz immediately thought of Aina as royalty, and asked in surprise.
"That's why I said 'now,' I'm no longer in the army. This lady is a celebrity somewhere
, and because she's very interested in treasures and such, I'm now an adventurer with her. But you
know, whether it's physical items or information, those things are hard to find through normal channels, so I came here to look
around and, by the way, ask you about the passwords for passing through black markets in other countries… You must have taken a lot of
black market profits these past few years, right?"
Lutz, chin in hand, looked thoughtful at Zwick's half-truth.
But Zwick probably guessed what he was thinking—Lutz suspected that the two of them might be
sent by people he had robbed of, or people who were worried about being robbed by him. However, since some nobles and wealthy people
do dress discreetly when they come here, if Aina is indeed a celebrity from somewhere, as Zwick claims
, then if something happens to her here, it could affect Lutz's business.
Seemingly sensing Lutz's thoughts, Aina, with her back to the two looking at the various decorations, said in a calm tone,
"If you need time to consider, that's fine. Anyway, I'm interested in attending the auction tonight, so you
can answer me after that."
Having her doubts revealed by Aina, Lutz could only feign nonchalance and give a wry smile. Zwick then
rummaged in his bag and continued,
"That's the situation. However, since we're traveling, we don't have that much cash on us, so please
exchange three million gold coins for us first." Then, Zwick placed a fist-sized gem in front of him.
Seeing the suddenly appearing giant gem, Lutz's eyes bulged out like a goldfish in surprise.
Thanks to the gem, Lutz began to believe that the two men weren't sent by anyone intending to harm him—although
he hadn't actually examined it, judging from its color alone, Lutz was certain the gem was genuine; and even if it
were a counterfeit, its value was at least six million gold coins—to put it bluntly, since they possessed at least six
million gold coins, they wouldn't need to resort to such a roundabout method to deal with him; it would be more convenient to simply hire a large
group of assassins to storm in.
However, perhaps even "that person" could be persuaded by that price. Lutz thought to himself.
Of course, Lutz had no idea that the two men in front of him wouldn't need to hire assassins to kill him; of course, Lutz had no
idea that the gem in front of him was stolen property that the two men had taken.
"There's still some time before the auction starts, let me have someone take you to your rooms to rest first, and
I'll have someone deliver the money to you later." After symbolically glancing at Aina for any objections, Zwick
seconded Lutz's proposal.
After leaving Lutz's room, the two were led to a luxurious VIP
room by a waitress. This told Zwick that Lutz no longer suspected them of any intention to harm him—after all, having known Lutz
for so long, Zwick knew perfectly well that the man wouldn't choose such a place to kill.
"Aina, do you think Lutz can help us?" After making sure the waitress was away, Zwick
sat down on the large bed in the center of the room and asked Aina.
Zwick believed that Lutz's wealth and his ruthless nature in climbing the social ladder
would be of considerable help to their actions. However, Zwick already had a good idea of how Aina would answer.
"Now is not the time. It's not too late to win him over when we really need him."
Sure enough—Zwick thought to himself. Aina's statement wasn't so much that she didn't trust Lutz, but rather that
she was unwilling to cooperate with humans. Although he had only spent less than a month with her, Zwick was already very clear
about this.
Suddenly, Zwick felt a strange sensation—a
subtle feeling of tension and unease, like the tension he often felt before knowing he might be going to war. The next moment, Zwick saw that
Aina, who had seemed relaxed, had narrowed her eyes to slits, letting him know that he wasn't just imagining things, but that something had really happened.
"Killing intent… but it doesn't seem to be aimed at us. They're probably here to see your friend, right?"
Aina said, looking at Zwick as if wanting to know his plans. However, their purpose for coming here wasn't yet achieved,
and given their current intention to drag Lutz into the mess, Zwick only had one choice
.
"Consider it doing him a favor." Zwick shrugged, stood up, and then planned to go back
to Lutz's room with Aina.
However, after only a few steps, they heard sounds of fighting and screams.
"Tsk!" Zwick couldn't help but feel anxious, realizing it had already begun. After all, they hadn't gotten anything yet,
and had instead given away a large gem. If Lutz were to die like this, it would be a huge loss no matter how you looked at it.
However, they had barely started running when Lutz's pig-like screams reached their ears. After walking a dozen steps, they saw
Lutz carrying his protruding fat as he ran towards them, with two assassins dressed in black
chasing after him.
"He's fast, isn't he?"
Aina, who had stopped at the same time as Zwick, couldn't help but chuckle at Lutz's clumsy and comical running.
Seeing Zwick and Lutz, Lutz immediately shouted,
"Lutz, Mr. Zwick!"
Although he knew Lutz would stop at nothing to protect himself, he hadn't expected Lutz to use him as a scapegoat. This
enraged Zwick, who decided to use Lutz as a target for his magic practice.
Unfortunately for Zwick, Aina struck first. With a snap of her fingers, a gust of wind
formed behind Lutz, then rushed towards the two assassins with lightning speed,
blocking their path like a solid wall and ruthlessly pushing them back to the other end of the corridor.
"Damn it! You bastard!" As Aina dealt with the two assassins, Zwick stomped on
Lutz's face, but seemingly controlling his strength, Lutz only fell to the ground, leaving a
shoe print on his face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't notice it was you guys." Lutz said, rubbing his slightly red nose,
sounding aggrieved. However, judging from the occasional glances Lutz occasionally stole at Aina, Zwick instinctively felt that he was just
intimidated by Aina's strength.
(...It doesn't matter, anyway, that way that guy won't have any ulterior motives.) Zwick thought to
himself.
"The people who hired them are really stingy, only hiring two people to kill...although they seem quite strong
." Aina watched as several bodyguards who had just arrived approached the two assassins lying far away,
muttering to herself with an air of indifference...although in fact, it really had nothing to do with Aina.
"No, there were more than twenty of them when they came, but I activated a trap to reduce them to two. But compared to
the usual ones, they are indeed quite strong. Those who came before couldn't even leave the room." Lutz
seemed proud of the trap in the room, and Zwick realized that the screams from earlier were
from the assassins who had stepped into the trap.
However, Zwick also truly understood the advantages of doing bad things stealthily, since he had little patience
to tolerate being constantly visited by his enemies.
At this moment, a bodyguard ran up to Zwick and his companions. This bodyguard probably already
knew about Zwick from others, so he simply nodded in greeting before reporting to Lutz.
"Boss! One of them over there isn't dead yet, what should we do?"
"Torture him, of course~" Aina suggested with a cold laugh.
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Not long after, in the torture chamber of the black market, Zwick, Aina, Lutz, and two
torturers trained by Lutz looked at a naked, suspended dark elf in the center of the room. Yes, that
dark elf was the survivor, a situation that was neither entirely fortunate nor unfortunate.
Among the humanoid races of the Senluo Land, dark elves possess the highest stamina. Even seasoned torturers
, upon seeing a dark elf as their "tortured," would lament their misfortune, for they might
actually be the ones being tortured. However, due to Aina's self-recommendation, the torture of this dark elf was entrusted to her by Lutz,
much to the relief of Lutz's two subordinates.
They were also curious about how Aina would deal with this dark elf, but Zwick and Lutz were simply curious,
while Lutz's two subordinates looked at the girl with bewildered eyes—did this little girl not
know the trouble caused by dark elves? The two backup torturers shared this concern.
"Oh dear, is this all you humans know about torture?" Even when captured, she remained unfazed
; even with her legs restrained and her vulva exposed, this dark elf remained unmoved.
Zwick understood why dark elves were considered the race closest to demons. However, Zwick was also
curious about the dark elf's reaction if he knew that Aina, who was about to make her move, was a demon.
"Have you brought what I asked for?" Ignoring the dark elf, Aina asked
one of Luz's henchmen beside her, who immediately handed her two nicked and dull
military knives. These were the only tools Aina had requested, and those of us present were curious about how she would use them.
"Are you trying to fix me with this junk? Please! Little sister, those things don't hurt." The
dark elf said disdainfully, watching Aina inspect the dull knives beside her. But as the dark elf said, dulled
blades were completely ineffective, a fact Aina was well aware of.
"Who said I was going to chop someone up? This is how I'm going to use it~" After saying this with a cold laugh, Aina held one of the
blades upwards and plunged it into the base of the dark elf's left breast, then let the tip
emerge from the base of her right breast, as if skewering the dark elf's 36D breasts like some kind of snack. The process was crisp and clean
, causing the dark elf to scream in pain.
However, after screaming, the dark elf immediately put on an expression of indifference, telling
Aina that the pain was nothing.
Aina ignored the dark elf's expression and simply let some tough and delicate threads
hang down from the ceiling. Seeing this, Zwick began to understand what Aina was planning.
Watching Aina begin to wrap the threads around the blade, Zwick could only think to himself, "As expected," and
everyone present, including the dark elf, also realized Aina's intention.
"Wait, wait a minute! Aaaaa!!" Before the dark elf could finish speaking, Aina had already tied the knife
to her body. Then, she cut all the ropes suspending the dark elf's upper body, along with the small knife hanging from her waist. This left
the dark elf's body supported only by the ropes tied to her knees to secure her feet, and
the blunt knife piercing her chest and dangling from her breasts.
Because the weight of her upper body was entirely supported by her breasts, which were pierced by the blunt knife
, and the blade was full of nicks, the blunt knife began to "pierce" her breasts millimeter by millimeter. Even a light
breath would cause the nicks on the blade to sting her breasts, making her breathing rapid.
The stinging pain in her breasts created a vicious cycle. Since a woman's breasts are two very sensitive mounds of flesh,
even a little pressure could cause her considerable pain, and the tearing pain she was experiencing now
was indescribable.
Even worse, the dull blade allowed this torture to be sustained for a long time, and for
a dark elf with 36D breasts like her, the torture lasted even longer.
Now, the dark elf was biting her lower lip, even until it bled, enduring the pain. Whether
she didn't want to beg for mercy or was afraid that opening her mouth would only result in screams, Zwick didn't know, but he was certain that Aina
's "entertainment" of her wasn't over yet.
After looking at her handiwork for a while, Aina also picked up another blunt knife with nicks and
rubbed it back and forth on the dark elf's inner thigh, leaving many bloody scratches.
"As expected of a dark elf. If it were a human, they would probably have fainted from the pain the moment I pierced their chest
. By the way, do you know what a serrated knife is?" Aina asked the four people watching behind her in a cold tone
. However, this question was more directed at the dark elf than at the four onlookers, asking her to guess
how Aina would "treat" her next.
Before anyone could answer... or rather, before anyone wanted to answer, Aina
gently fixed the dark elf's clitoris with the index and middle fingers of her left hand, then took the blunt knife with its nicks and nicks
and made a shallow cut above it, but it was enough for the dark elf to scream in agony.
Seeing such a shocking scene and hearing the chilling scream, the men, including Zwick,
reflexively covered their genitals with their hands, as if they were afraid of being the next victim.
After Aina sawed back and forth across the dark elf's clitoris several times, the dark elf finally
fainted with a scream. Aina had nearly sawed the elf's clitoris in two.
"Hmm? Fainted? Then it's your turn." Seeing the dark elf unconscious, Aina
glanced at him contemptuously, then tossed the "execution tool" to Lutz's men, before taking
Zwick's hand and leaving the torture chamber with him.
Looking at the nonchalant Aina beside him, Zwick reaffirmed one thing—it was
best not to anger her
.

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