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Gradually-.

Ah, I’m having another seizure. I was having a good dream, but the mood broke.

This seizure was caused by a humble wizard. His name is Great Sage Merlin, and he is an old man who surpasses the Magic Tower Lord and is considered the greatest wizard on the continent.

Most magic disappears without a trace as soon as it touches my body. I am truly a worthless human being.

No matter how insignificant it is, I have planted an infinite bomb in my body that will never be depleted. What a dog-like old man.

“Hey, saintess.”

“Demon? Do you have anything to say?”

“Could you stop praying meaninglessly and heal the curse on my body?”

“A curse? Let me take a look.”

The saint staggered towards me. The black rosary in her hand sparkled and sparkled like a black pearl.

The saint used to straddle me on her lap and placed her hand near my solar plexus. Two very small, dry palms were passed through my stomach.

It’s even more unbelievable after spending three days with her in Tartarus that she could face a hundred thousand monsters with such frail hands.

Ugh-.

A white light arose from the saint’s hand. The gloomy darkness cleared up a little.

The face of the saint whose light does not fade even when stained with dirt is captured in the field of view.

Her face was pensive. Why, did I see something I couldn’t see?

“This is… It’s not a curse, it’s magic.”

“That’s not important, it’s whether it can be fixed or not.”

“My life was given to you by you, so I can sacrifice my life as much as I want, but this seems to be beyond my ability.”

“Is it that much?”

How could a saint who restored the Emperor’s severed arm come to such a conclusion?

Ah, Merlin Gregory. This damn old man. What kind of magic did you cast on me? If you want to roll it out, you have to roll it out finely.

“It is not an energy that can be extinguished by human power. I don’t know who he is, but the caster of this spell seems to be a truly pathetic wizard.”

“Kick, I killed that wizard.”

“What did you just say?”

“It’s nothing.”

The moment when you shed a word of ridicule and keep a smile on your face. The iron gates of Tartarus opened. I’m sure we received food earlier, but is this another visit?

“Saint, I am visiting you.”

My prediction was correct. I’ve been visiting for two days in a row since yesterday.

How much of a wild person was the saint when she was outside?

… Honestly, I’m very slightly jealous. Who would live in sorrow without friends?

“Please come in.”

“But… that… The visitor… .”

Hearing Celtic’s hesitation, the saintess tilted her eyepatch-covered head.

“Is there any problem?”

“The saint may be uncomfortable. If you wish, you may refuse the visit.”

There was a bit of surprise, hostility, tension, etc. in Celtic’s deep voice. Who on earth is the visitor this time, and why is he doing this?

If you have a difficult relationship with a saint… There is no one in particular that comes to mind. A saint isn’t the type of person to live off of someone’s back.

Right now, I am the saint’s enemy, but even though I don’t know her true identity, she is treating me so warmly.

“No. You went a long way because of me, so of course I should welcome you.”

“Umm… All right. Hey, come in.”

Kelt said, looking back.

“Hmm? What, did you allow it? Ms. Seongnyeo, you have a lot of guts, don’t you?”

What was heard was the sonorous and alluring voice of a woman. It was something I was familiar with.

Why did she come here?

“You… ?”

“Woah, it’s me. Saint. Surely you haven’t forgotten it yet? Then you feel a little sad?”

A woman came into the door guarded by Celt.

She was wearing bold clothes, exposing her voluptuous cleavage and one thigh. She had black hair like me and red eyes.

“What is the matter with the Grand Duke of the West of the Demon King’s army?”

A woman who is not of the same bloodline as me, but of the same race.

And, a woman like me who is a demonic duke.

A woman called the Succubus Queen along with the King of the South and Jack of the East.

Lilith Klanine, Grand Duke of the West.

This was the identity of the third visitor.

*****

Lilith approached Tartarus with her arms crossed arrogantly. Just like yesterday, the saintess went to the front of the iron bars. It seemed like she couldn’t even see me as I was immersed in the darkness.

“You look good, saint.”

“Yes, I am doing well.”

“Same year as a sick watch.”

“I hear it as a compliment.”

Lilith taunted the saint with a high-pitched voice. Be that as it may, the saintess had only a kind smile on her lips.

A pure smile that is neither cool nor cold. Being able to keep that face no matter who she encounters is probably a saintly woman’s proprietary ability.

“After being treated so badly, I’m still smiling.”

“Haha.”

“Haha? Do you want to get beaten up again?”

“How could I not know that your words do not contain sincerity?”

If Lilith was going to say something like that, why did she come to see me?

I had forgotten about it since I was hanging out with the saint for a few days, but I’m really curious about the size of that demon bitch’s head.

I heard about the relationship between the saint and Lilith from the Celts.

During the war between the Demon World and the Continent, Lilith was defeated and captured by a saint. With serious injuries that put his life at risk.

At that time, the saint said that she healed Lilith with her divine power and then sent her back to the demon king’s army. It was a kind of favor given.

And not long ago, the saint was defeated by a joint attack by demonic agents, including Lilith. Lilith returned the favor with vengeance.

In fact, it was a foolish thing to capture the enemy’s leadership and then let them go.

In war, you have to be prepared to die if you don’t kill your opponent, and it’s not for nothing that Lilith calls the saint a protector of the sick.

“Why do you think that? I came here today to make fun of you?”

“Because the tremor in your voice, the pitch of your emotional notes, and the tone of your voice when singing tell the story.”

“Years and now, you’re still talking nonsense. On the topic of idiots.”

“It’s positive.”

Well, I don’t think it’s a positive level.

“Two heads. Hogu. fool. Waste.”

“… … .”

“Paktong. idiot. Sukmaek. Idiot.”

Lilith cursed the saint with insulting words. The mocking words deeply pierced the saintess.

Even though she was clearly being scolded, the saintess was only wearing an innocent smile, wondering what was so good about it. Now I have a reasonable suspicion that she may be a masochist.

“Are you finished?”

After a brief pause, the saint asked. Lilith took a moment to catch her breath and responded bluntly.

“No? It’s not over yet?”

“… Please continue.”

“It will still be like that, you scum-like adult bitch.”

Lilith once again attacked the saint with words. blah blah… All kinds of baths were thrown at the saint.

The saintess just listened silently with a bloodthirsty smile.

But, it’s a little strange.

‘Was Duke Seo such a finite demon?’

Every single swear word that Lilith utters is somehow uncharacteristic of her.

When I think of Lilith’s usual harsh remarks… … .

‘I guess I’ll have to rip its limbs to the east, west, north, south, hand them to Cerberus, and then spread the excrement on the field.’

‘It would be better to step on your brain and throw it away, even if it doesn’t make any broth.’

‘Dirty and insignificant pair of trash, you will avoid even the bedbugs on the street.’

But now… what? A fool, a moron, a fool, a brat?

It’s not wrong, but considering the usual Lilith, it’s an extremely low level. No, it’s just childish.

“Profit… ! Why are you staying still?”

“… … .”

Lilith screams. The saint did not reply.

Why is that demon so angry that he came to tease me?

“I stabbed you in the back! I trusted him and let him go, but he took the lead and attacked! Why aren’t you angry!”

It seems like there are a lot of things I don’t understand these days. Saint, me, and now Lilith.

Although those demons originally had a unique way of thinking.

Unlike her happy expression when she first entered the prison, Lilith’s face was bright red.

It’s not like the saint said anything in particular. Is there something that bothers you?

Or perhaps he is upset that he stabbed a saint who had shown favor to him in the back of the head.

If that’s really the case, I’m going to throw a bunch of curses at you. It’s called disqualification as a demon.

If you betrayed someone beautifully, you should be proud of it. Are you saying that you feel some kind of racial betrayal while working as a master of the Demon World?

“I betrayed you! Even though you let me go, you attacked me! But why didn’t you say a curse word! I even came here to make fun of you!”

“… .”

“You should curse at me! I acted like a bitch! Why are you just laughing and not saying a word?”

“You.”

The saintess, who had been listening quietly, finally opened her mouth.

Lilith’s bare shoulders twitched.

“Because you are not seriously criticizing me.”

“What, what?”

“Are you feeling uncomfortable? It’s somewhat frustrating… I keep thinking about the choices I made in the past that I believed were right… .”

“Dog, don’t talk nonsense! Who said that!”

Although she denies it, the reason Lilith, who was always relaxed, is so flustered is that the saint has hit the nail on the head.

“I guess that’s why you came to me. Making excuses other than the fact that I came here to make fun of you.”

“Try playing with that mouth one more time. It’s not safe to be in a cage.”

Lilith growled and threatened. Unfortunately, it seems that the saint was afraid of death.

Of course, the saint continued speaking without paying attention.

“That feeling is called ‘guilt.’”

“… !”

Contrary to what she said out loud, Lilith did not attack the saint. The saint calmly pursed her lips.

“Don’t be shy. Don’t even try to turn away. Feeling guilty means that ‘conscience’ exists in your heart. It is not something to deny, but something to be proud of.”

“Well, it’s not like that… ! What are you saying now… !”

“I am happy. Because I realized that goodness blooms even in the most corrupted creatures of God. Isn’t it? Mr. Demon?”

“… ?”

The saint turned her head towards me and asked a question. What, why are you looking at me so suddenly?

“Asmodians? Is there anyone there?”

Lilith asked in command form. I didn’t want the saint to find out my identity, so I answered in demonic language.

[It’s been a while, Succubus Queen.]

I still don’t believe that the saint will kill me. It’s just that I don’t want to tell you.

I don’t want the saint to find out that I am an evil and corrupt demon. There is no specific reason, it just feels that way.

[Joe, Joker! Why are you here!]

[Haven’t there been rumors that I was trapped in the Tower of Babel? Were you locked up for 100 days?]

[One day, I heard that he went missing without a word… You were in Tartarus. But why? Who is it that can confine you here?]

[There’s nothing to know about that, just pretend you don’t know me for now. Please adjust the rhythm.]

As Lilith and I spoke in Demonic language, the saintess tilted her head. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to know the demon language.

[Well, it doesn’t matter… What can you do for me?]

[Please do something for me. They are demons who will die soon.]

[…] what?]

[Ah, can’t you please do me a favor for the soon-to-be-dead demon? While I was gone, people in the demon world became extremely harsh.]

[No, no, that’s not it. What did you just say? Dying?]

[Tartaros is a place where only condemned prisoners can enter. Didn’t you know that either?]

[…] what?]

Lilith’s eyes and voice trembled as if struck by lightning. A new, trembling demonic word leaked from her parted lips.

[then… So, is the saint going to die too? Stand, stand, stand, the saint is also a death row inmate?]

I answered calmly.

[of course?]