236 Soul Drain♡

236.

The doll cleanup is roughly finished.

I searched the combat zone like crazy, but I couldn’t find Liel. Not even a corpse.

It feels like my insides are burning black.

“I’m sorry, I… I should have protected Liel…”

“No, Selina-ssi.”

Selina, who had returned to her human form, couldn’t lift her head.

I can’t blame Selina, who hard-carried the fight against the dolls.

If there’s any fault, it’s mine. It’s my fault for leaving this place with a moment’s carelessness.

The dolls of Bonaparte made from humans, the previous Liel who was modified by Astaroth, and the Blade I saw a little while ago losing his reason kept making me think ominous thoughts.

Could it be…

No, let’s not imagine the worst.

Liel can now be considered a proud partner of the Hero.

She has the power of a High Priestess and a Succubus, and also an unknown ability received from the perverted god Manatrakheis. Even if she was kidnapped, she might not be easily defeated.

It wasn’t easy to think that way.

But a Hero is a courageous person, someone who fights with courage. Believing in your comrades can also be considered a form of courage.

Forcibly suppressing the negative thoughts that kept popping up above the surface of my consciousness, I contacted Eldritch with the communication bracelet.

“Master-nim.”

Noise arrived before Eldritch’s reply. It seems a battle is in full swing on the other side. I could also hear the Holy Woman’s shouts as she activated her skills.

“Hero! The detection magic is complete! Bonaparte is in a small laboratory on the top of the mountain! I will send you the location now!”

Sending the location? I was puzzled for a moment, but soon I understood what he meant.

My vision turned green for a moment, and then information started being hammered directly into my head. This must also be Pereint’s magic.

Looking at the map in my head, Bonaparte’s laboratory was not far from here. Quite far from where Eldritch and the others are, though.

A laboratory on the top of the mountain.

Perhaps Liel is there too.

“I’ll meet you there. I’ll go ahead.”

“Understood! We’ll be there soon…”

I can’t waste time. I don’t know what they might be doing to Liel at this very moment.

Selina and I hurried our steps.

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“Hehehe…”

Astaroth let out a satisfied laugh as he looked at Liel, who was held captive by the black cloth.

The demon with the broken horn was grateful for two things.

One was the luck that the High Succubus part remained in this nun even after he was defeated.

Astaroth, who had corrupted countless humans, knew that this was extremely rare.

And the other was the Hero’s foolishness in keeping such a nun by his side as a companion.

That stupid Hero clearly had no idea that his companion right next to him was hiding the qualities of a demon.

Hero, Hero…

Every time Astaroth recalled the Hero’s face, it felt like the demon’s wicked soul was trembling.

Lecherous and stupid, yet ridiculously strong, and sometimes acting like a Hero in a way that didn’t suit him.

If it weren’t for him, this world would have been conquered by him. And his demon pride, his horn, wouldn’t have been broken.

But he will soon be able to repay that humiliation.

If the demonic factors latent in this nun’s body are expressed to the extreme…

Astaroth shuddered as he imagined the Hero letting out a scream filled with anger and despair.

With the power and knowledge bestowed upon him by the great Black God, Astaroth’s power of corruption had become even stronger.

As he had tested through Bonaparte and Blade, it was possible to transform them by imbuing them with madness and evil impulses, so that not even a speck of their original soul remained.

What kind of desperate face would the Hero make when his most precious companion appeared in such an ugly and miserable state? It was a scene that Astaroth couldn’t help but eagerly anticipate.

Liel’s naked body, stripped clean without leaving a single thread, formed a beautiful contrast with the black cloth that was hanging her.

Dyeing something pure white black. There was a satisfaction in that act that fulfilled the demon’s desires.

First, those wings. The red wings are a symbol of the High Priestess. He wouldn’t be satisfied unless he dyed those black first.

The black cloth stretched out and wrapped around Liel’s red wings. And it began to gently invade inside.

“Eugh…”

A small groan escaped from Liel’s mouth. Her eyes were still closed. What would this little nun think when she woke up and found her soul had been brutally raped? Perhaps she wouldn’t even have the freedom to think whatever she wanted at that point.

Black magic began to seep out of the black cloths inserted into the red wings as if dissolving in water. Like black paint dissolved in red water, the black magic began to stain the red wings with a dirty black color.

“Ugh… no…”

Whether it was an instinctive resistance of the soul, even without consciousness, Liel trembled slightly. But there was no way that a mere nun could escape the bondage of the black cloth. Helplessly, black magic was mixing into Liel’s red wings.

And the aftermath of that corruption of the soul began to appear on the pure white nun’s body as well. Her pure white skin gradually turned black.

Astaroth placed his hand on Liel’s chest. A small chest that easily fit in one hand. Astaroth shoved his hand into Liel’s chest.

Ordinary corruption is not enough. Simply creating a succubus is not enough. That wouldn’t be enough to make the Hero despair.

Completely vulgar, so low-class that you wouldn’t think she was once a priest. He was going to create the worst personality, one that would desecrate the dignity of women just by existing there.

Otherwise, Astaroth didn’t think his anger would be relieved.

Astaroth was going to personally perform that complex soul surgery. He intends to twist and rub it with his own hands, and smear all sorts of dirty things on it to completely modify it.

But the human soul is delicate and fragile. To use an analogy, like a sugar craft with the thickness of paper.

If he’s not careful, he might become a cripple like Bonaparte, but he doesn’t care. That in itself would show the Hero’s despair.

Astaroth’s hand, which had entered Liel’s chest, touched Liel’s soul. The moment it touched, it lightly fluctuated like a small puddle surprised by a vibration. The more fragile the soul, the easier it was to modify it as he pleased.

Deeper, into the sensitive areas, Astaroth’s demonic hand reached out. In the deepest part of Liel’s soul, Astaroth felt something strange, like a lump.

The small, hard thing felt like an egg of some kind.

‘What is this…? It’s like that person… No, that can’t be…’

At the moment he wondered, something grabbed Astaroth’s arm.

It was the nun’s hand. He noticed that the black cloth that had been binding her body was tattered as if it had been burned.

What? Astaroth couldn’t properly understand this situation right now.

Liel was staring with her eyes wide open.

“Don’t come in here without permission, Demon Lord Astaroth! Into my heart!”

She’s angry. The thing that should have been a powerless little nun was glaring at Astaroth with clear hostility.

In terms of appearance and soul state, the succubus transformation has progressed sufficiently. She is already a demon, not a human.

Even so, she is sending a gaze filled with intense hostility towards him, a much higher-ranking demon.

“What? How…”

Astaroth, flustered, tried to pull out the arm he had stuck into Liel’s chest, but it was no use. His arm, grabbed by the small hand, didn’t budge.

It’s not just that it’s not moving.

“The only one who can come in here… isn’t you!”

With a cry of anger, the part of Astaroth that had touched Liel’s soul melted away. No, it was broken down and sucked in.

“Y-you impudent thing!”

Sensing danger, Astaroth released his true form. Into the hideous demon form resembling a bird.

This is no time to be talking about leisurely things like personality modification. If he doesn’t get rid of her, he’ll be done for. That sense of crisis was driving Astaroth.

“vég’relhajtás!”

The current Astaroth’s full-force attack activated with his remaining arm. A black magic bullet of maximum size swelled up in front of Liel. It was a terrifying concentration of magic that seemed to distort even space.

Astaroth smiled with satisfaction. It was only for a brief moment, though.

“What!”

The sphere of magic that had swelled up as if it would explode at any moment. But it soon shriveled up like a deflated balloon.

“Energy Drain.”

As soon as the magic gathered, it was being sucked into Liel’s hand. Astaroth could only stare at the magic scattering from his hand with disbelieving eyes.

The fear of death.

Astaroth was feeling it for the first time.

Astaroth had been a high-ranking demon who had never had anything to fear except for that person.

The Demon Lord of Corruption, who considered playing with and corrupting human souls as his greatest pleasure. The fear that his very essence was being shattered and reduced to mere nourishment was gripping Astaroth.

But no matter what the prey thinks, the one who eats it has no interest in the other’s circumstances.

Liel activated the power she received from the perverted god, which had just awakened within her.

“Soul Drain!”

Demon Lord Astaroth was thus annihilated.