Chapter 295

Chapter 295

Otherworld Demon King Survival Guide.

Episode 295: What Is Politics? (4)

Viscount Kelson returned to his quarters and immediately began undressing with the help of his maidservants, heading toward the bath attached to the room.

“Wash me.”

“Yes, sir.”

The accommodations were fairly good, but the bath itself wasn’t to his liking. It was far too small to accommodate his large body. As he stepped into the tub, the tight fit around his flesh made him uncomfortable.

Likewise, the food wasn’t to his taste. He preferred spicy, greasy meals consumed in large quantities.

The food at the barony’s inn did not cater to such tastes.

“Yes, that’s the spot.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Use your chest more assertively.”

“Understood.”

Even so, he found comfort in the fact that he could press his body up against the maidservants in the tub.

—Sssk.

The maids, naked and pressed against his fleshy body, scrubbed him diligently with soap using their breasts. Viscount Kelson was a man of appetite, with a strong craving for both women and food. Much of his life was spent indulging in such desires.

“Hmm.”

Viscount Kelson was highly trusted by Count Saidin.

His usual tasks involved negotiation, and while his aggressive rhetoric earned him a bad reputation among lesser nobles, it was highly valued by the Count.

Using the Count’s power and exploiting the opponent’s precarious situation, his forceful approach left a strong impression, one that had brought many benefits to the Count.

The viscount was an expert at manipulating lower-ranking nobles.

If he succeeded in this current mission, he would gain even greater trust. This task wasn’t difficult for him. After all, based on his calculations, the Saintess was no match for him.

That’s why now, the viscount was thinking of handling some personal affairs.

“Is something bothering you, my lord?”

“No. Keep going.”

“Yes… Ungh.”

The maid behind him was using her breasts to scrub his back with soap, while the one in front was working diligently on his lower regions.

Bathing with the maidservants was his favorite time of day, yet he found himself increasingly dissatisfied.

‘An angel.’

Ever since he had witnessed an angel that day, no maid’s appearance could satisfy him. Though the maids he employed were quite beautiful and had good figures, none of them could compare to a single angel.

The beauty of an angel was, quite literally, heavenly. He couldn’t forget the shock he felt when those enchanting beings spread their wings and took flight.

He wanted to possess an angel, the viscount thought.

‘Well, the Saintess was almost as captivating as an angel.’

The Saintess was also perfectly beautiful.

‘Her body looks firm and her breasts full, definitely worth savoring. With those fierce eyes, she’d probably be quite good in bed… A vulgar woman like her should be turned into a slave, her breasts squeezed mercilessly while I ravage her… After just one time, she’d be mine forever…’

Of course, he couldn’t do that to the Saintess.

Viscount Kelson clicked his tongue. Right now, his desire wasn’t for the Saintess but for an angel. He was completely captivated by them.

Angels were incredibly beautiful beings. Just looking at them was enough to stir lustful urges. Of course, it was true that they had a wicked nature, but if you gagged them, such flaws became insignificant.

Many nobles desired angels.

No, they were actively lusting after them. Every man who faced angels on the battlefield felt the overwhelming impulse to enslave one.

It was said that some captured angels were being confined in the bedrooms of nobles, subjected to harsh sexual labor under the guise of atonement. The viscount could hardly contain his envy when he heard that. He, too, wanted to possess such an angel.

An angel was the ultimate prize. A treasure that every nobleman desired.

He intended to seize this opportunity.

Though the Saintess was a formidable presence, she was ultimately just an upstart. Before she grew too powerful, she would be absorbed—such was Count Saidin’s way.

Of course, the Saintess had her own value, with her ability to attract people. She couldn’t be taken lightly. But if she were absorbed now, her threatening allure would actually become an asset.

It would only serve to strengthen the Count’s reputation.

‘Still… I can’t help but feel jealous.’

Count Saidin’s eldest son was set to marry the Saintess. How envious it was to marry such a captivating woman. But the viscount consoled himself with one thought: capturing an angel would be a far greater victory.

In the end, the Saintess wouldn’t be able to resist. The fledgling power she wielded was no match for the Count’s army. Threats would work, and the Saintess’ side would inevitably request to renegotiate from a position of weakness. At that point, the viscount would pretend to show mercy, but in reality, he’d take all the rewards for himself.

And in the process, he would claim an angel.

“Mmngh!”

With those thoughts in mind, the viscount pressed down on the back of the maid who was attending to him.

“Ahh.”

He eagerly anticipated the day he would possess an angel.

—Sssk.

The viscount pulled out a small glass bottle that had been hidden between the folds of his chest fat, licking his lips as he pondered how to lure the Saintess into the Count’s domain as an envoy.

Two days later.

Viscount Kelson, having received a letter, returned to the castle. I led him to the reception room where the angels were waiting.

“Make sure there are no mishaps during the interrogation, so leave us. Barbarian knight.”

Though the viscount said this,

“Understood.”

I merely nodded my head. The reception room we were headed to was a secret chamber. From the adjacent room, hidden holes allowed us to observe everything that would take place inside.

—Tap.

They arrived at the special reception room.

“Over here.”

“Are the angels really inside?”

“Of course. They are converts. Avoid excessive suspicion.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. To determine if they will benefit humanity or not, I need to be highly suspicious.”

This guy was really hilarious.

“Well, a country bumpkin like you wouldn’t understand.”

His words were arrogant, but his lower body was clearly full of lust.

It was obvious that all he could think about was bedding the angels. I wondered what the nobles truly thought about them.

Let’s see how this unfolded.

—Creak.

“Ah.”

When I opened the door, the viscount gasped in awe and rushed inside as I closed the door behind him. I went to the adjacent room and sat in front of the peephole.

“So, you are Viscount Kelson?”

Lilriel spoke.

“My word…!”

Kelson’s jaw dropped as if he were deeply moved. He looked completely enchanted by the angel. It’s as if the angel was a succubus, captivating men in this way.

—Whoosh.

His lust was boiling over.

Well, Lilriel was incredibly beautiful.

“I heard you wanted to speak with a convert like me. Do you need information?”

“Of course, angel. But first, I must know your name. What do they call you?”

Wait, why did his voice suddenly get all sleazy?

“Lilriel.”

“Lilriel! I am Viscount Kelson! I am trusted by Count Saidin, the ruler of the Central Dominion!”

“Is that so?”

Kelson sounded incredibly pleased. Ugh, we should just butcher him quickly.

“It doesn’t matter. What do you want to talk about?”

“Lilriel… you have turned your back on the angels and joined humanity. Is that true?”

“Of course. I couldn’t stand their atrocities any longer. They have gone mad.”

“That is a most righteous decision!”

Or so he said.

The two sat down and began to talk. Kelson seemed to be overjoyed, while Lilriel remained cold.

Their conversation continued.

“By the way… Lilriel, have you thought about coming to the center?”

“What do you mean?”

“We need you in the central region. And surely, you need us as well.”

“What are you getting at?”

“At a bigger stage. A more important one. Where you’ll receive even greater treatment, so that we can end this war together.”

“Hmm?”

“To drive out the angels, we need the power of a converted angel like you. Humanity’s strength is gathering in the central region. We need you and the other angels to lend us your power there.”

“So what you’re saying is…”

Lilriel spoke.

“If I go with you, I’ll be able to exert my power on a bigger battlefield?”

“Exactly! And you’ll receive more than what you’re getting now! I, Viscount Kelson, guarantee it! You’ll be able to live as a noble in the world of men!”

“Is that so…”

“That’s why I want to discuss the details with you. Not here, but somewhere else.”

“Somewhere else?”

“To talk privately. And I’d like to meet the other angels as well.”

I saw what his plan was.

He intended to lure the angels by offering wealth and luxury, and then make his move.

“You want to meet my comrades?”

“Yes. I have to make this offer to each of them. I want to meet them all.”

—Whoosh.

Kelson’s lust was growing.

“Remember, this is just a remote region. Whatever you do here won’t have much of an impact on the war. Lilriel, you must come to the center. Together, we can drive out the angels and make you the savior of this land.”

“…”

Lilriel remained silent.

“We should talk again, and when the time is right, it would be good to leave the barony together.”

“But I owe a debt to the Saintess.”

“That’s fine. You can still repay her. First, I want you to go to meet the Count as an envoy. And once you’ve made a name for yourself in battle, you can use your rewards to support the Saintess. That would be a way to repay your debt.”

This guy really knew how to talk.

Lilriel remained quiet for a moment.

“I like your proposal. Very well.”

“Oh!”

She gave the answer he wanted.

“As expected.”

I stood up and stretched. I had figured it out: the central nobles desired angels, whether for their lust or for their power.

They were completely obsessed with angels.

And here I was, possessing several angels that those nobles were dying to have. How should I use this? I was holding a lot of bargaining chips.

Should I just use Lilriel as a special agent? Utilizing her beauty to seduce nobles and bring them to our side could work well.

“But first, let’s deal with the viscount.”

I had learned his method.

Now, it was time for the interrogation.