Ch.269269. Omission (4)

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In truth, the Violet Demon held a somewhat ambiguous position even in Savior Rising, the original source of this world.

The biggest reason would be the impression that comes first from the power this being wields.

Even without insane powers like the Grey Demon’s corruption, all other demons’ abilities are consistently intuitive in their strength.

In contrast, this one’s ability is “propagation.”

A power focused on spreading already “established” abilities further and wider.

The Violet Demon ranks as the youngest among all demons in the hierarchy. That characteristic is clearly manifested.

But conversely speaking.

With such characteristics, it’s no exaggeration to say its power is unmatched when it comes to supporting. The world’s greatest booster, you might say.

So, bringing both Victoria and Serath together, who both harbor such power within them, was a rational choice.

“Everyone, prepare for battle!”

Though an expected reaction, the voice that burst out upon seeing me and those beside me was truly dramatic.

“Um, Darwood.”

“Hmm?”

“I trust you.”

“Yes.”

“I also believe you have means to subdue an army of this size single-handedly.”

“That’s right.”

I nodded at what Serath was saying, and she continued with an utterly wronged voice.

As she says, “subduing” these people here would likely be the biggest divergence that would skip Chapter 5. After all, war is about numbers, and the scale of personnel here would undoubtedly form the core of such numbers.

“But isn’t this a bit excessive…?”

“…”

“…Why…”

Following that, a voice filled with resentment, pain, and grudge flowed from Victoria beside her.

“Whatever your intention, why would you do something like this…!”

“…”

And though Serath beside her doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t seem to have a different opinion either.

Both of them, heads bowed low, trying desperately to avoid my gaze

Well, you know.

If I had my hands placed firmly on these two’s “chests,” I could understand their reaction.

So.

Not just placing them there, but burying my hands deep “inside their clothes.”

At this point, well, um, you know.

Inevitably making contact with the “skin” and “fat layer” inside their clothes-

[Just say you’re kneading the breasts of two sisters like dough in front of everyone.]

“…”

[Gathering the continent’s top two assassins for public humiliation play, you’ve really got guts, you bastard…]

“…”

No, wait. Just a moment.

“…This is all the result of theory.”

As I rub my hands between their breasts, I open my mouth as if for Victoria and Serath to hear, who are twisting their bodies with genuinely teary eyes.

It’s a posture I’ve taken after some thought.

Demon fragments are typically housed within the vessel’s heart.

And for what I’m trying to do now, the closer the contact, the better the effect.

“That perverted bastard…!”

“Did he bring those girls out to molest them…!”

“Commander! Order an attack immediately!”

“…”

Of course, to others, I must look like nothing more than a crazy sexual harasser.

Actually, I don’t think there’s much difference in my own perception either. If it weren’t for the efficiency, I wouldn’t have done this even if I died.

So before my reputation sinks any lower, I’d better proceed quickly with what needs to be done.

“Now, try to focus on the feeling?”

“…”

“Focus entirely on the sensation in your body.”

“…”

Glances flew from both sides as if asking what nonsense this was in such a situation, but before those glances could turn into concrete sentences, I deployed the power of the seal.

The seal interacts very closely with demonic power. And if there’s one thing I learned when mixing multiple magical energies to create “original” magic before:

Depending on how it’s used, it can enable things like this.

Something popped out from within Serath’s chest where my hand was placed.

[Master-!]

“…Huh, what…?”

Serath gaped at the sight.

This is her first experience facing a “demon fragment” while maintaining her sanity. Naturally, she would react this way.

[What? What? What’s happening? Why did you call me?]

“…I called you so we could play together.”

I did call it to use its ability, but broadly speaking, that’s correct.

This one likely perceives simply interacting with me as play.

[Play? What are we going to play? Anything with Master will be fun, so I’m happy!]

“Serath.”

Pushing away the being that was spewing words and looking like it might lick my face, I turn to the other side.

At my words, Serath, who had been staring at the demon fragment protruding from her body with a dumbfounded expression, slowly turns her gaze toward me.

“Could you think about family for a moment?”

“…”

At my words, her pupils instantly widened.

“…What do you-“

“Exactly what I said.”

I calmly respond.

“The feeling that first comes to mind when you think of ‘family.’ Try to think about it slowly.”

At those words, Victoria’s eyes beside her also visibly widened.

Since she’s the only blood relative Serath has left in the world, it’s a natural reaction.

This one’s trauma is the fact that on the night their family was annihilated, Serath “abandoned her and ran away.”

About that, I intend to provide a starting point for reconciliation.

“I know.”

As I said when bringing these two here, I brought them to reconcile.

So there’s a reason for everything.

“What thoughts you harbor about family.”

“…”

“Try to recall that specifically once? That’s all.”

Calmly and slowly.

So the meaning of my words seeps into her.

“…”

And Serath, having heard my words, quietly closed her eyes.

Then I turn my gaze to the Violet Demon fragment beside her.

“You asked what we’re going to play?”

[Yes! Yes!]

The violet energy that rose around with this one’s appearance was sucked into my seal like a whirlpool. This is the basic process that allows me to use this one’s power.

The demon fragment is a mental entity connected to the vessel, which means this one can directly “copy” the emotion Serath is currently recalling.

And if I connect this one’s power of “propagation” to that:

I can do something quite interesting.

“Do you perhaps like singing?”

[…]

The Violet Demon, who had been silently looking at me for a moment.

Soon smiled brightly.

[I like it!]

“Good. Then.”

I respond with a grin.

Simultaneously, I prepare the power of the seal.

This one will sing the “emotion” that Serath just recalled. All I need to do is use this one’s power to add an “amplifier” to it.

And that should be enough.

“Please. With a good song.”

If what I showed at the school festival was the despair edition of the demon:

What I’m about to “perform” now is the hope edition.

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Hanson’s legs were trembling at the sight before him.

No, everything else aside.

The problem is “that thing” that just popped out from one of the women whose breasts were being fondled by that man.

‘What on earth is that…!’

Probably everyone who saw it instinctively knew.

Though it took the appearance of a woman with a peculiar color on the surface.

Its essence was.

“…Huff, huuuff…”

Clutching his trembling legs, he barely suppresses the urge to gouge out his eyes.

It’s a natural instinct born from survival. Like an animal faced with a predator, it screams to get away from “that thing.”

It’s frightening. It’s terrifying.

Despite such numbers. Despite having gathered numbers that until just now they had prided themselves on being able to easily defeat even the Emperor’s army.

The thought that they could win never crosses his mind.

That being, clinging to that man as if fawning, will undoubtedly bring them destruction.

And such an impression.

As soon as it opened its mouth and began to “sing.”

Completely changed.

-♬

“It” began, without any prelude, but very gently.

Surprisingly.

It wasn’t some terrifying pressure or grandiose feeling of celestial beauty.

Just a girl’s voice. And because of that.

It dug into the “memories” of most humans present. Something that could be heard anywhere. Something that brings back all the nostalgia of the past.

Such a song.

“…”

Hanson, who had been listening to the song as if entranced, suddenly had such a thought.

And that song.

Clearly, it was telling a story about the “memories” they had forgotten.

First love, first success, first failure, bitter memories, glory and fall.

They ripple. The trajectories of life they had walked.

Those memories that were so easily forgotten in the everyday storms of the world.

Those small, precious, warm memories that embrace the entire body.

And if you trace back to their source.

If you recall the first shelter that allowed them to create all those memories.

Standing there are always the families who kept their place to return to.

“…Ah.”

He remembers his mother.

From the autumn wheat field where gold rippled, the face of his old mother with fine wrinkles, stroking his cheek with her roughened hands, suddenly emerges from the depths of memory.

He recalls the warmth conveyed by his father’s embrace, whose voice he can no longer remember as it’s been so long since he passed away.

-I’ll be by your side till the end.

-Don’t ever feel lonely, Hanson.

-Even if you grow up and leave this room, I’ll be here guarding this place for you.

Such words.

Words from family that he had forgotten for so long.

Rise up from the deepest place, welling up.

“…”

Hanson realized that he was crying.

But he doesn’t even think of wiping away his tears.

The soldiers around him are the same. Despite being soldiers on a battlefield, not a single one is showing hostility or raising weapons.

Like that.

For the spread melody to become a resonance covering the entire plain.

It didn’t take that long.

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It worked well.

The plain, now filled with silence instead of the hostile atmosphere from earlier, proves that fact.

Such numbers.

Undoubtedly exceeding tens of thousands.

With just a “song” containing a bit of the Violet Demon’s power. They showed this much emotional fluctuation.

Of course, using demonic power can shake the entire world. A well-refined Demonic Vessel has that much power on its own.

But as evident from everyone’s expressions.

The fact that they received a “positive impression” was very effective.

It’s a characteristic unique to the Violet Demon, not seen in other powers focused solely on destruction.

‘There will be quite a reverberation.’

To the extent that it can create a very large crack in the perception that demons are disasters.

How they were just affected by “demonic power” will probably be engraved deep into their souls.

Then, these people will serve as evidence.

Evidence that such power isn’t necessarily used only for “bad purposes.”

‘…And.’

This is just the first step.

My project to inform the world exactly “what kind of beings” demons are.

With such thoughts, as soon as the song ended, I removed my hands from the chests of Victoria and Serath, who were standing dazed. There’s no need to maintain this embarrassing posture anymore.

But.

“…”

Truly.

I discovered a truly significant fact.

“…Um, Victoria.”

“…”

“…There’s a part that’s hardened.”

“…?”

At my words, Victoria’s dazed expression gradually cleared.

Well, you know.

Just as men have parts that harden due to physiological reactions when sexually aroused.

Women have similar parts near where my hand is positioned.

“…Perhaps, being fondled like this in front of people, um…”

Unable to find the right words, I thought for a moment, then realizing it would sound the same no matter how I phrased it, I opened my mouth.

“…Did you enjoy it?”

“…”

Victoria closed her mouth at my words.

Looked at me.

Then at my hand still firmly attached to her chest.

Back at my face.

A few seconds later.

“Y-You…-!”

Her face flushed with a redness that couldn’t possibly get any redder.

The lingering effect of the song she just heard completely vanished, replaced by even greater anger.

“Please die, you trash-!”

She immediately slammed me to the ground with a shoulder throw.

“…”

And the stream of curses that followed, well.

There’s not enough space to capture them all in human language.

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