episode_0040

“What is this…?”

Noctilla absentmindedly said those words.

Was it anger, frustration, or even bewilderment? I couldn’t figure out what I was feeling right now.

Maybe it’s because of excitement.

“Hehehe, it must be delicious~. Humans, humans! Humans are very precious here!”

“… Human, interpersonal?”

“That’s right, trembling humans are so so delicious! Have you ever tasted Noctilla?”

Noctilla looked at the girl and her father, who were literally shaking and shedding tears.

And then he turned his eyes and saw countless gazes looking at him with sparkling eyes.

This is crazy.

I’m crazy.

“… Wait, then I. I’m human too… .”

“Huh? Hey, a monster like you can’t be human~. What are you kidding, hahaha!”

At those words, Noctilla stood there blankly, forgetting what to say in response.

“Please, at least save my daughter. Please save her… . I will do anything, please… .”

The voice of the captured man was heard.

“Okay? Then how about this?”

Step by step, Naheshi approached the two people.

The man’s daughter. Naheshi gently wrapped his arms around the girl’s neck and kissed her cheek. Then he brought the girl in front of the man.

“Cut off this child’s fingers one by one, carefully. That’s it. Good. Hehe.”

Naheshi smiles and hands the man a sword.

“That, that kind of… . No, you could cut off my hand, my arm. So… !”

“Huh? I don’t need big, hairy hands like yours.”

“Please, don’t do that. Just that… .”

Memories that come to the man’s mind.

My daughter, who loved playing the piano and said she would become a pianist someday. The smile of the moment when I desperately saved up money and bought her a cheap piano as a gift.

Are these demons in the form of girls able to see through those memories? Or do they just enjoy cutting off fingers?

“I’ll do anything.”

Blood-red eyes.

I was looking straight at him.

“Fuck. Just kill me…! Kill me… . Ugh, haaah!!”

The man struggled like crazy, trying to escape somehow. It was no use. The girl tilted her head.

“Huh? That won’t do. Hey, don’t people want to live long? Okay, cut it off quickly~.”

The other girls grab the man’s arm and put it in the girl’s hand, forcing her to hold the knife in her hand.

The plan is to force them to cut it.

The man resisted with all his might, but it was no use. So we can say that the man did nothing wrong.

There was no way. As a man, I did my best.

But would he think so too? Would he live his whole life with the thought that he cut off his daughter’s finger?

And even the daughter. Could she really not have the thought, the resentment, that her father cut off her finger? For the rest of her life.

“If you do this, I’ll send you back safely! Seriously! I promise with my pinky~.”

“Ugh, woooo, wooaaa!!”

The girl was unable to shake off Naheshi’s outstretched hand and convulsed with her fingers weakly clasped.

Naheshi really intended to send them both back. They were demons who didn’t need to eat food anyway. There was no need to eat their bodies.

There was something else important.

What will happen to the two people who were sent back to the present world without any traps or anything?

From now on, the two may live in harmony, relying on each other in the midst of this sudden tragedy and pain. However, that is an overly optimistic story, something that would only come out of a book.

People who are sick become more sensitive and reactive. The saying that pain makes people stronger is only applicable in very limited cases. In most cases, pain is more likely to make people fester and burst.

The deep wounds and traumas that still remain are like cracks.

It’s cracked.

One day, when they have an argument over something as trivial as washing the dishes, and their relationship falls apart, that will be the beginning of a complete breakdown for the two of them.

They will each live in this cold world, filled with guilt and resentment. One of them may even commit suicide.

“Goodgood!”

“Yahoo~.”

Such a family was a very happy meal for the countless girls who surrounded them with innocent eyes. It was food for the heart that moistened their hearts.

Noctilla was unable to move, just staring blankly in the heat, in the most cruel innocence.

“Stop.”

Those weren’t the words Noctilla had spoken. Noctilla felt she had to say them, but at the same time, she couldn’t tell if that was what she really wanted to say.

So even if I had said those words, my voice would not have been so firm.

A demon was blocking Naheshi’s path.

“Hey, it’s you again?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s too much.”

“No matter how much you do, don’t get out of the way.”

Noctilla was blankly watching the conversation between Nahesh and the demon.

Naheshi noticed the gaze and shrugged his shoulders as if he was annoyed.

“Oh, that one? It’s a kid named Heartma. Ugh. He was the devil of corn, or something. He was always stopping me from doing this. Tsk, bad. Bad little brother!”

Naheshi puffing out his cheeks.

“This is really too much. Why do you always bother other sisters?”

As he said this, Naheshi grabbed the corn demon, Heartma, with both hands. He held it still and tore it in half, starting from the head.

The white, young body was torn apart mercilessly. The skin was so pale that the simple process felt like tearing a piece of paper.

and.

“… Interruption? Yes. I will interrupt as many times as I can. Until you two just let me go.”

The girl, who had been completely torn apart, moved slowly and then reattached.

“Oh my… Here we go again. Okay, okay. Today, today, I’ll make you give up! You have to be a good girl who listens to your sister, okay?”

The brutal slaughter was repeated.

This time, I think I have to completely change Hartma’s spirit and her bad stubbornness as her older sister.

Noctilla.

Noctilla looks at the sight.

Noctilla was faced with the fiery eyes of the demon known as Heartmara.

“Ah, aaaahhhh!!!”

He stretched out his magic. The magic that was sleeping inside Noctilla, just like the ocean. However, the passage was too narrow compared to that. He squeezed it and tore it apart.

I took out as much magic as I could.

A thick, black magic that resembles either a hideous tentacle or a mass of mucus covers them.

Magi swallowed up the father, daughter, and Hartma, leaving only Naheshi behind.

As if being digested, the three were sucked into the magic and disappeared.

“It’s mine. I’m going to eat it all. Is there a problem?”

In a trembling voice, Noctilla said so.

Everyone there froze. A cold sweat ran down Noctilla’s back. In fact, the demon’s body shouldn’t do that, but it felt that way.

I know this is the right answer, but.

‘Is it okay…?’

And Noctilla’s prediction was right.

“Wow, wooo!!”

“This is awesome…!!”

The innocent demons, who were momentarily confused, were soon cheering for Noctilla.

They are the ones who deceive and steal from the beginning. They are the ones who move according to the logic of power.

Hartma, who prevented anyone from eating the despair of the man and daughter, was like a sinner to them, but Noctila, who monopolized it with power, was rather considered bold.

When we eat a delicious meal together, what’s the difference between someone who sprinkles ashes on it so no one else can eat it and someone who just eats it all by themselves?

For Naheshi and the other sisters, she was actually cute because she had a new, cute youngest sibling named Noctila.

‘phew….’

Their habits were discovered through the knowledge of magic. The gambling using this was a success.

Noctilla sighed inwardly.

***

It was a dark place. So dark that you couldn’t see your hand even if you held it in front of your eyes. A closed room.

Noctilla’s inner self. A space made of magic.

Noctilla was checking to see if the things she had just swallowed were okay.

A sound was heard.

“It’s okay, it’s okay… . Yes. You too, sir. It’ll be okay… .”

There was a little girl and her father, and a little devil who was desperately trying to reassure them.

“… You’re here. I’m telling you, I won’t let you hurt these two.”

“Don’t worry. That won’t happen. If you were going to do it, you should have done it a long time ago.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Here… .”

“Yeah, I brought you here. To protect you from those crazy guys.”

In an instant, the inside brightened. It was still pitch black, but now they could see each other clearly.

Noctilla smiled as kindly as she could at the child and her father, her face cold and composed.

“Don’t worry. We’ll definitely send you back to Earth.”

I didn’t necessarily add that I would definitely find a way to do that someday. There’s no need to make me anxious.

“Why did you have to do this?”

“That’s….”

To Hartma’s question, Noctilla could not answer clearly. However, Hartma gave the answer before Noctilla.

“Well, you’re human too, so I guess that’s natural.”

“Do I look human?”

“Isn’t that right?”

“No. I think I’m human.”

It was a lie. Noctila herself knew that fact all too well. But she wanted to believe it.

As if hiding her feelings, Noctilla asked in return.

“Why did you do that?”

“What are you doing?”

“I blocked it, right there.”

The truly insignificant corn devil put his hand to his chin for a moment and thought about it.

“Hmm… It’s nothing. If you do this, the guys will eventually get tired and let go of the people and go back.”

He said so with a somewhat painful smile.

“They get really angry, they curse at me, they badmouth me, they beat me, they cut me, they burn me, they melt me, they pierce me, they strangle me, and even then they still can’t get over it, they scream and go wild… .”

Calmly.

“That’s how I win.”

The sickly girl smiled, showing her teeth.