Chapter 229

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Well, now that we’ve said our goodbyes.

I guess it’s time to wake up.

Even though I could have escaped the dream earlier, I stayed wandering in it to read Lucille’s memories. Then I got caught by Lucille and couldn’t escape. But I’ve seen enough of Lucille’s memories now, and the remnant of Lucille that held me has departed to find peace.

Everything that was keeping me in the dream is gone now.

There’s a lot to do once I wake up, so I guess it’s time to get up.

Alice must be worried. Eugene must be worried too. And I need to meet the Commander… Yoo-seong.

To fulfill Lucille’s last request. But I’m torn—should I tell him the truth right away, or wait until after we deal with the devil invasion?

I don’t know how Yoo-seong will react when he finds out I’m not Lucille.

Given his personality, he’ll probably pull through even if he’s shocked, but…

Yoo-seong isn’t some invincible, all-powerful being. He’s human too. He lost all his comrades, became the pillar supporting humanity, and endured 150 years alone.

If he loses his last remaining friend in such a hollow way, he might fall into despair.

In fact, there were loops where Yoo-seong mentally broke down because of Lucille’s corruption.

It wouldn’t be good for the Commander to suffer a mental blow when we don’t even know what schemes the devils are plotting.

If his judgment falters and he makes a mistake, the consequences could be disastrous.

Well, I can worry about that after I wake up.

I stared at the spot where the light had crumbled.

Though no trace remained, it was once where Lucille had been.

“…Don’t worry. I won’t let your suffering be in vain.”

I am Lucia.

The successor to the blessed saintess.

A happy ending where everyone can smile.

I’ll make it happen, no matter what.

“Goodbye.”

I smiled and bid farewell to the dream world.

Now it’s time to return to reality.

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…Or so I thought.

Turns out there’s still something I need to do before waking up.

Something so important that it can’t wait.

I sank deeper into the subconscious, deeper than the dream. My memories, which had been hazy, became clear.

I remembered everything that happened after being tortured by Astaroth. I was possessed by the devil Belial.

I became a devil and fought Eugene. Then I met Yoo-seong, and my heart was pierced, leaving me subdued.

Right, my body currently…

Has Belial inside it.

I can’t wake up with this bomb still ticking.

“Is this the first time we’re meeting face to face?”

The deepest part of my consciousness.

The innermost part of my subconscious.

A space within the mind, beyond the unconscious.

It was a place where white snow fell. Winter.

A meaningful season for Lucille. The season when she first met Yoo-seong, and the season when she parted with him.

It was also the season when Eugene confessed to her. That’s why winter was special to Lucille, and perhaps because of that, a soft, white snowstorm was blowing in this mental landscape.

The plains were covered in snow, stretching white to the horizon.

“Hello, Belial.”

“…Human.”

At the center of the snowy field stood a blonde girl.

Her limbs were tightly bound with thick chains.

A leather collar was fastened around her neck.

She couldn’t move, completely restrained.

The girl glared at me as the cold snow fell endlessly on her.

“Did you come to mock me?”

The girl, who looked just like me, sneered.

Even though we had the same face, the atmosphere was completely different.

It’s a reminder that a person’s impression is heavily influenced by what’s inside.

“Hmph, mock me all you want. As the loser, I’ll accept it gracefully.”

The devil Belial, who once took over my body.

Now, her soul core is shattered.

Subdued and sealed by Lucille’s remnant.

But Belial’s eyes were far from defeated.

She glared at me with a fiery gaze.

I know what she’s thinking. She’s planning to break free someday and take my body again.

It’s not impossible. Lucille, who bound her, has vanished, and I’m not as skilled as Lucille in sealing her.

I don’t know when it’ll happen, but Belial’s seal will definitely break.

The reason Lucille, who was just a remnant, could seal Belial was because Belial’s core was shattered, leaving her soul without a focal point.

Once some time passes and her power returns, such shallow methods won’t work.

“I didn’t come to mock you.”

I smiled. I had no intention of giving my body back to her. This body was entrusted to me by Lucille.

As she said, I’ll use it as I please, but I have no intention of handing it over to anyone else.

“I came to say hello. We’ll be living together for a while, right?”

The best solution would be to destroy Belial, but the information Lucille left me told me something.

Belial’s shattered soul has fragmented and embedded itself into my soul. It’s not easy to remove right now. Like it or not, I’ll have to share this body with Belial for the time being.

When I waved and greeted her, Belial openly sneered. Her expression said, “What nonsense are you spouting?” It was the reaction I expected, so I ignored it and continued.

“First, let’s make one thing clear.”

I pointed at myself with my index finger.

I puffed out my chest and cleared my throat.

“I’m the owner of this body. You’re just a tenant.”

Technically, I was also a tenant, but since Lucille transferred ownership to me, I’m the owner now.

Belial sneered again at my declaration. Yeah, I know what she’s thinking. The relationship between owner and tenant is determined by the logic of power.

The stronger one becomes the owner, and the weaker one gets consumed and disappears.

This is a real headache for me. Belial is struggling desperately to break free from the seal. She’s definitely making progress.

If Belial breaks free someday, I’ll have to fight her for control. I’m already busy with external matters—I can’t afford to be troubled by internal issues.

“And tenants have to pay rent to the owner, right?”

That’s why I thought of this.

While she’s still bound by chains.

I’ll crush her spirit as much as possible.

So that even if she breaks free, she won’t dare think of taking my body.

“Hah, what do you want from me?”

“Nothing much. Just play along with me for a bit to lift my mood.”

But there’s a problem. How do I crush Belial’s spirit? She’s a devil. One of the 72 devil gods.

A transcendent being carrying the lineage of the Ancient One. Her will is as stubborn as a whale’s tendon. Half-hearted methods won’t work on her.

So what should I do?

I found the answer in my memories.

Humming a tune, I walked toward Belial. My footsteps left marks in the pure white snow.

Crunch, crunch.

The sound of snow being stepped on was oddly satisfying. Belial glared at me with sharp eyes as I approached.

Heh, I didn’t know I could make such a fierce expression. This is a first.

“I don’t know what you’re planning, but it’s useless.”

“Really? We’ll see.”

I walked past her. Then I stood quietly behind her and looked down at her. Belial raised her head and met my gaze.

She looked defiant, as if daring me to do whatever I wanted. She was confident that no matter what I did, she wouldn’t even flinch.

She might be right. You can’t measure a devil’s mental strength by human standards. No matter what I do, Belial will endure it without difficulty.

Originally, that is.

If it were Belial before she entered Lucia’s body, she definitely would have endured it.

“Huh? Wait, what are you…?!”

Belial’s voice trembled with panic.

Her composure shattered, and she clenched her teeth.

It was understandable that she was flustered. After all, I was currently pulling down Belial’s pants.

She thrashed around in resistance, but with all her limbs bound, there was little she could do. Eventually, her pants were pulled down to her thighs, revealing her plump, pale buttocks.

“You, you wench…!”

“Hehe, even though it’s my butt, it’s really well-rounded.”

This is one of Lucia’s proudest features.

A firm, elastic butt that bounces with every step.

I smiled softly as I watched Belial’s face flush with shame. I know everything. I’ve read the memories from when you were in control of my body.

You had quite a bit of fun with Lucia’s body, didn’t you?

A devil of your stature, indulging in pleasure, trembling at the waist and hips while letting out lewd moans. Doesn’t that disqualify you as a devil?

“Hmm, it feels different from when I touched my own butt.”

“Kuh…”

I caressed her buttocks. The egg-white flesh jiggled beautifully. Belial clenched her lips tightly.

As she had said earlier, she seemed determined to endure any humiliation as the loser. But did she realize? Her tightly sealed lips were subtly trembling.

I knew it from the moment I saw her in the mental world, taking on Lucia’s form. She was in the same situation as me. Trapped in Lucille’s masochistic, perverted body.

So the solution is simple, isn’t it?

To make sure she doesn’t think of taking my body, even if the seal breaks.

Just corrupt Belial into a masochistic pervert. Simple, right?

“What, what are you trying to do?!”

When I raised my hand high, Belial shouted urgently.

I didn’t answer. I repeated the same thought in my head.

Right now, I am Frey. The little devil Frey. The sadistic Frey. The Frey who loves tormenting Lucia.

Hypnotizing myself, I decided to do to Belial what I would have wanted done to me.

Smack!

“Hyik?!”

A red handprint was etched onto her pale buttocks. Belial twisted her waist wildly. The way her buttocks trembled was quite erotic.

So this is what Frey was watching that day at the hospital. No wonder she was excited. I grinned and said,

“Hey, Belial.”

I gently stroked her now red-hot buttocks, smiling slyly. Just like Frey did. Mimicking Frey’s tone, I continued.

“Until you’re crying and begging me to stop…”

“Ugh, ugh…”

Belial swallowed her moans, her face flushed red. Even though it was her butt that was hit, her face was burning too.

“I’m going to keep spanking this plump, jiggly butt.”

…Actually, I’m the one who wants to be spanked, not the other way around.

Ugh, I miss Frey.

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
As she went through repeated regressions, Lucille naturally picked up all sorts of character traits (mental illnesses).

She is a perverted masochist now, but there was once a sadist Lucille and mesugaki Lucille.

The main victim here is Eugene.

“Kyahahaha♪ You’re still only this good? You’re so sloppy~♡ At your age, Yoo-seong could even split the sky~! The worst♡! Sloppy♡! Disqualified as a hero♡! Aren’t you ashamed as a hero~♡♪”

It left Eugene clutching his head.

Anyway, Lucia who read Lucille’s memories, was slightly influenced by those times.

But the fact that she is a perverted masochist won’t change!

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
Poor Belial~