Ch.280Unfair Treatment (3)

It had been three days since Cecilly entered her closed-door training, and her training, which was expected to last a week, had ended.

The training must have been quite intense; according to what I heard, the training hall was nearly half-destroyed to the point where it needed to be completely rebuilt.

Demons possess tremendous power even with simple magic due to the existence of Dark Mana. Because of this, I heard that buildings are designed to be extremely sturdy.

Even simple buildings are as solid as fortress walls, so imagine how sturdy a place where royalty trains must be. Yet that training hall was half-destroyed.

I wonder what kind of enlightenment she gained, but it might be a deeply personal matter, so I don’t intend to ask.

What’s important now is showing the manuscript to Deskall Isillia Vin and Cecilly. The manuscript for volume 21 is complete once I finish the final revisions.

I could finish those revisions while Cecilly was washing up and changing clothes, so I worked on it with a relaxed mind.

I plan to show the manuscript to Cecilly first, not Deskall. Why Cecilly and not Deskall? Because Deskall doesn’t have time.

Some people might forget, but Deskall is the king of Helium. Helium is currently going through extremely busy days and has no spare capacity.

Of course, if I wanted to meet him, he would come running barefoot, but I don’t want to go that far. So I plan to meet with Cecilly first, who has more time.

However, even if I show her the manuscript, I have zero intention of changing the story. This is merely to discuss how much time might be needed to prepare.

A clear precedent has already emerged recently with the Alfheim mixed-blood incident, so we need to be cautious.

Knock knock knock-

“Issac. It’s me. Can I come in?”

Cecilly knocked on the door while I was checking for typos and doing final revisions. I told her to come when she had time, but it seems she came right away.

As soon as I heard the knock, I silently looked at Adelia. She nodded as soon as our eyes met and headed toward the door.

Creak-

Adelia opened the door wide as soon as she recognized Cecilly. I looked up to see Cecilly who had appeared after three days.

She’s wearing the black dress she usually wears in the palace. A dress that exposes so much of her chest that I don’t know where to look.

“Then, have a good time.”

After opening the door wide, Adelia bowed slightly at the waist and briefly excused herself. This was something I had arranged in advance.

Soon, only Cecilly and I remained in the bedroom. Normally, one might think we were left alone to do something intimate.

But today, I truly called Cecilly without any lewd intentions, solely to discuss opinions.

Click- Click- Click-

Once we were alone in the room, Cecilly slowly approached me. The clear sound of her shoes reaches my ears.

As she came closer, I was about to organize the manuscript when I felt something strange and looked at Cecilly again.

She’s wearing the smile she always shows when she sees me. A smile full of mischief and her unique sensuality.

But aside from the smile, the atmosphere was quite different. Should I say that not only was it sensual, but her aura had become stronger?

About half a year ago, I felt a similar sensation when she entered her evil cycle and we spent our first night together.

“Why did you call me?”

While I was staring blankly at her, Cecilly had already approached right in front of me. Whether intentional or not, she bent slightly to match her eye level with mine.

As a result, her deeply cut cleavage was clearly exposed, stealing my gaze. This momentarily flustered me, making me blink.

It might be my imagination, but her size seems to have increased compared to three days ago.

Even her black dress, which must have been custom-made, couldn’t contain her size, with flesh slightly spilling out.

Until three days ago, it held everything securely, but now it seems to be struggling.

“Issac?”

“Ah, sorry. Ahem.”

I almost made a mistake. No, I already did.

I quickly regained my composure at Cecilly’s call and cleared my throat. I feel my face getting slightly hot from embarrassment.

That’s how completely different her atmosphere has become. What kind of training did she do in those three days to enhance both her beauty and figure?

Usually, when one grows stronger, their physical power increases, not their appearance.

Humans noticeably slow down in aging, but Cecilly is a demon. She belongs to a race that is far from aging to begin with.

“Um… Noona?”

“Yes?”

“You seem to have become prettier since I last saw you. What kind of training did you do for three days?”

Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked the person herself. This change is beyond my comprehension.

Cecilly heard my question, smiled brightly, and answered in a gentle voice.

“It’s all thanks to you, Issac.”

“…Thanks to me?”

“Yes.”

I feel even more puzzled. I didn’t do anything.

Unless Cecilly squeezed me like toothpaste every night, but she had entered closed-door training and ordered that no one be allowed in.

There couldn’t possibly have been any contact between us for three days. As I tilted my head in confusion, Cecilly laughed softly and lightly flicked her finger.

With the flick of her finger, a chair appeared with a poof in midair. It seems she summoned a chair through spatial magic.

“Let’s move past this for now. So why did you call me?”

Cecilly sat gracefully on the chair she summoned and asked me. A beautiful smile still adorned her face.

While inwardly questioning her clearly changed atmosphere, I showed her the organized manuscript.

The prettier she gets, the better for me; I certainly don’t mind. After all, Cecilly is my woman, and that won’t change.

“Here you go.”

“This is…”

“The manuscript for volume 21 that will be released soon.”

“The manuscript?”

When I mentioned the manuscript for volume 21, Cecilly opened her eyes wide in surprise. As if asking if it’s true, her red pupils move busily, alternating between me and the manuscript on the desk.

I expected this reaction. Cecilly probably knows that I dislike people sneaking peeks at my manuscripts.

Now people are saying nonsense about prophecies and scriptures, but the Biography of Xenon originally started as a novel to pass time.

So someone secretly reading my manuscript is like peeking at my hobby. Anyone would find that unpleasant.

Still, if an acquaintance earnestly requests it, I’m quite willing to show the manuscript. At least they’re being considerate of my position, so that much isn’t difficult.

Anyway, moving past that, I opened my mouth while looking directly at Cecilly’s wide-open eyes.

“Yes. You know about that incident, right? The Alfheim mixed-blood incident.”

“Of course I know. We watched the speech together back then.”

“A comparable incident might occur if volume 21 is released.”

“… …”

Despite my serious warning, Cecilly maintained her smile. The bright smile she always gives me.

I couldn’t help but feel puzzled by this unexpected reaction. I wondered if it wasn’t sinking in, but that’s definitely not the case.

She is brilliant. And as a princess of a country, her political insight is excellent.

Especially, one of the biggest reasons demons can unite as one is because of their social characteristics.

Before the launch of the Biography of Xenon, demons were building their own civilization while waiting for the day they could venture outside.

There were moments when rifts almost occurred, but socially, no major confusion has ever struck them.

Therefore, an incident similar to the Alfheim mixed-blood incident happening in Helium should be taken as a very serious matter.

For demons who consider restraint a virtue and a belief of the race itself, the development in volume 21 is completely on the opposite side.

‘Does she not understand the seriousness because she hasn’t read it?’

That might be the case. I looked at the smiling Cecilly with puzzled eyes and then gestured.

A sign that she could read the manuscript. At that sign, Cecilly reached out and grabbed the manuscript.

Only now do I notice that her hands are clean enough to be described as delicate jade hands.

Hands that should have calluses from sword training. But now they’re like the hands of a woman who has never held a sword.

‘Did she really gain enlightenment?’

Sometimes in novels, when someone gains enlightenment, their skin peels off and new flesh grows, or they even become younger.

And this isn’t just a setting in novels; it’s a story that applies to this world too. This is what my father told me, what’s called “historical verification.”

Did Cecilly experience something similar? If so, it explains why her chest has grown and her sensuality has increased.

I just don’t know where she gained that enlightenment. She has a certain level of proficiency in martial arts as well as magic, so she must have gained something.

Rustle-

Eventually, Cecilly begins to read the manuscript slowly from the first page. The first page starts with Jin and Lilly’s flashback.

The life flashing before one’s eyes when death approaches. After that life review ends, one faces the evil within.

Restrained until now because of Lilly’s existence, but the inner evil appears when death is imminent.

It took control as Jin’s consciousness faded, but it didn’t completely take over.

However, there is a desire to protect Lilly, so it prioritizes food cravings. The problem starts after that.

‘That’s where it begins.’

Jin confronts his true enemy, the evil within, which is himself. It looks exactly like him, but all the colors are reversed.

Moreover, Jin is a first-generation demon, a mix of human and devil, unlike other demons. His inner evil is bound to be stronger compared to other demons.

However, Jin completely subdues it with just his love and devotion to Lilly.

No matter what slander the inner evil spews, even the worst curse that Lilly will go to another man.

Jin steadfastly endures and completely subdues himself. At the same time, his demonization is released, and he regains his reason.

‘Afterwards, he can freely use the devil’s power, but…’

Let’s move past this. What’s important now is the social turmoil that will occur in Helium when volume 21 is released.

“Indeed… as you said, there are quite important issues mixed in.”

“Right…?”

After some time passed, Cecilly gave her assessment after reading about half of the manuscript. Here, I couldn’t help but be surprised once again.

Why isn’t she surprised? If it was before reading the manuscript, I would understand, but now she has read half of it.

Her expression isn’t serious at all; rather, she’s smiling as if she found something amusing. There’s no trace of seriousness, just full of mischief.

“…Noona?”

“Hmm? What is it?”

When I cautiously called out to her, Cecilly looked at me, taking her eyes off the manuscript.

She also neatly organized the manuscript she had read halfway through, indirectly expressing that there was no need to read further.

Come to think of it, was Cecilly’s speed reading this fast? It varies from person to person, but this is too fast even for fast readers.

Just as I was feeling dizzy and confused by the situation that made no sense from start to finish, Cecilly opened her mouth.

“Issac.”

“Huh? Yes. Did you call me?”

“This is a serious question. Are you really not someone who came from the future? Or as Queen Arwen mentioned last time, someone from another world.”

“… …”

Rather than being embarrassed by the sudden question, I feel curious. I blinked and stared blankly at Cecilly.

She seemed satisfied even without my answer, smiled beautifully, and slowly rose from her seat.

Naturally, my gaze also moved upward as I watched to see what action she would take.

Clap!

As soon as she stood up, Cecilly elegantly clapped her hands. When she clapped, a translucent membrane spread out around her.

Eventually, the widely spread membrane covered beyond us to the entire bedroom.

It seems to be a soundproof barrier. As soon as I saw her suggestive expression, I realized what she wanted and smiled bitterly.

After three days of just training and living an ascetic life, it’s understandable that things would build up. No wonder her sensuality seemed more intense than before; this must be the reason.

However, now is not the time. We should do this at night at least; it doesn’t quite fit such an important situation.

“Noona. I understand how you feel, but no matter what, right now…”

“The evil within whispered to me. It said that Issac doesn’t love me. It asked why I love him when I’ll be writhing in agony in the distant future.”

“…?”

What kind of nonsense is this? I blinked as soon as I heard what she said.

That’s not the story of Jin from the Biography of Xenon. It’s Cecilly’s story.

The problem is that this isn’t the end. I slowly raised my head with a blank face.

“It even spewed that all of Issac’s love for me is a lie. My opposite self with opposite colors and tendencies, just like the description in the Biography of Xenon. At first, it even stimulated my desires, making my heart feel like it was being torn apart. It didn’t take long to realize that the source of that desire was my possessiveness toward Issac.”

As she speaks, changes begin to gradually appear in Cecilly.

The first noticeable change is her horns. Her small horns begin to grow visibly larger.

Originally, they were small like decorations, but now they’ve grown to be as long as Cecilly’s face.

Moreover, their color has changed from black to red.

What is this?

“But I refuted her, or rather, the evil. I said that even if I’m sad, I won’t regret it. As I told Issac, I’ll miss him without regret. And having possessiveness means that I love him.”

This is shocking enough, but the problem is that there’s still more. Just like the description in the book, Cecilly’s whites of her eyes gradually turn black.

Commonly referred to as the ‘reverse eyes.’

One of the physical characteristics that appear only in devils deeply stained with evil, or demons who have become devils.

What is this really? Are you joking?

“Truly… it was such a fierce battle that words fail to describe it. I didn’t know how strong the evil within was because I had never confronted it. Until now, we demons have merely faced our inner evil, not confronted it. The same was true for me. But after reading your manuscript, my thinking changed.”

“… …”

Flutter!

As the finishing touch, wings spread wide behind her back. Devil’s wings, darker than bat wings.

Horns clearly larger than before and reverse eyes. Finally, devil’s wings spread wide on both sides.

It’s the very form of a ‘devil’ that appears only in literature, yet Cecilly is perfectly maintaining her reason.

While I was staring with my mouth wide open at Cecilly who had turned into a devil in real-time, she put one hand to her mouth and smiled.

Whether it’s the manifestation of succubus blood or the charm emanating from her completely transformed appearance.

As soon as she spread her wings, the sensuality emanating from Cecilly made my face hot and my heart start to pound.

Meanwhile, she quietly folded her widely spread wings and said,

“I, and we too, can subdue the evil within. We can have the courage to not fear evil.”

“… …”

Thud-

Suddenly, Cecilly climbed onto the desk as she said this. Each of her movements is imbued with dense and sticky allure.

Then she slowly approached me, slowly extended her hand, and caressed my cheek.

I can vividly feel the touch of her soft, warm palm, not the rough hands from sword training.

“I apologize for sneaking a peek at your manuscript. I couldn’t resist my curiosity. But I also have something I’m upset about with Issac?”

Her hand that was caressing my cheek moves down and starts touching my lips. Her other hand also touches my head.

Eventually, she slowly pulls her arms and buries my face in her large breasts.

This is something I often do at night, but emotions echoing in my chest now are on a different level from then.

Above all, the fact that my strength is being drained before even entering the main game makes it seem like she has become a true succubus.

“And you say you’re not a prophet? Don’t talk nonsense. I’m certain that Issac is a saint sent by the gods to save this world. Cardinal Kate wasn’t speaking idly.”

No, that’s not it. This is just Noona wrongfully accusing me.

I wanted to say the above words out loud, but whether it’s because of the manifestation of succubus blood, my mind isn’t becoming hazy… rather, it’s becoming clearer.

Although Cecilly’s sensuality is at an immense level, I possess holy power directly received from Mora. I’m somehow defending with that.

Still, I can’t speak all the same. Cecilly’s breasts are as soft as a bed and are covering my mouth.

“As the hypothesis circulating suggests, you can’t speak because of restrictions placed on you, right?”

“… …”

No, that’s not it. Since it’s not, could you please let me escape from this local burial mound?

As a man, it feels good, but it’s stifling. It’s also so soft that I feel like I could fall asleep like this.

But Cecilly, already immersed in the atmosphere, continued with what she wanted to say, unaware of this fact.

“I understand what Issac is thinking. I’ll discuss this with my father. There will probably be a national address in a few days.”

“… …”

“But before that…”

Cecilly let her words trail off, then put her lips to my ear and seductively whispered.

“Can I release what’s built up first? If possible, I want to do it in this state. That woman kept stimulating my desires. Because of that, I don’t think I can wait until night.”

“… …”

“Is that okay?”

After that, I was squeezed into a mess.

Without exaggeration, if I didn’t have holy power, I might have truly met a happy death in bed.

*****

The day after Cecilly’s demonization incident, I immediately went to find Mora.

‘You said it didn’t exist!!’

[It didn’t, right?]

‘You said it absolutely didn’t exist!!’

[That’s what I said, right?]

‘Then what was that yesterday?!’

[Ta-da! But there are no absolutes!]

‘… …’

[Sorry for joking. But we’re wronged too? Don’t scold us too much. Really.]

There’s no greater wrongful accusation than this.