Golden Branch (3)

Horns are sparkling, and a girl’s voice is heard. From the Agent’s horn, no less. Pawin and Prukaise were on high alert, as they had never experienced such a situation, nor anything similar.

If he was possessed by something. If Lushellini, the so-called strongest in combat, had his body dominated.

―Ranya. Is this working okay?

―Sorry. I’m not sure.

But the innocent voice coming from within did not suit Pandemonium. No, it was a voice that shouldn’t be there.

“…Outsider. No hostility,” Pawin muttered, and the horn flickered. It was a blink that conveyed a sense of joy.

―Ah! It’s a success! Thank you, Ranya! Okay, I’ve recorded the coordinate values…

Pawin and Prukaise exchanged glances.

“Reinforcements?”

“…By now, the royal castle and everything else must be in chaos from the attack. There was no news of reinforcements coming.”

“Well, yeah. A girl wouldn’t come running to help us.”

At the word ‘girl’, Aileen smiled brightly.

―Ah, I’m Aileen!

“Aileen?”

Aileen.

A being Shuriel had only heard rumors about when he went on a business trip to Lekante as an estate representative. Prukaise shuddered, feeling an inexplicable chill at the unfamiliar and foreign word ‘Dad’.

“Right. ‘Dad’ is okay, then?”

―Dad’s fine. He’s just in a temporary catatonic state, so he’ll return to normal after a standard resuscitation process. It’s effective even if you don’t use it on the dead, you know.

“Good to hear he’s not dead. Problem is, if he doesn’t wake up right now, we’re fucked. So, that resuscitation process, is it possible right now?”

―Unfortunately, I can’t use my powers right now. I’m sorry. But you can do it with your own strength! You can use the level 1 resurrection magic used by the Holy Empire.

“Wait, how do you know that? I don’t even know it.”

It was definitely designated as a forbidden book by the Holy Empire. Prukaise was very suspicious of the girl in front of him, but he soon shook his head.

“If it can save him, I’ll lick your toes. What do I need to do?”

―Oh, no. Not that later.

“What?”

Later? Prukaise frowned. He bit his lip, his shoulders heaving as if he would breathe fire at Aileen, but he soon calmed down. Because.

―First, could you please run away?

An unknown sense of fear crawled up like a snake.

• Pahsseu…

The bottom. I step on the ground of Pandemonium. The Yang energy that descended from the top of the Shiren Gorge stretched out, and the vegetation flourished. I giggled at the sensation of the grass blades entering through my torn and tattered shoes.

“Heu.”

The demonic energy flowing from my left eye, where the Holy Iron had been removed, spread so much that it covered half of my face. It was terribly painful, but my reason was complete.

“Brings back old memories. Suddenly.”

“Old memories, you say?”

Complete reason dredged up the past. The days of the past, which I usually buried deep in my heart, began to be remembered one by one. Things I left behind, things I wanted to find, things I regretted.

Looking back, I clung to the pain to avoid forgetting them. Because I didn’t want to become a withered human. Well… they were futile acts. And now there’s no need to do that anymore.

The extreme pain completed me. I can feel emotions if I want to. It’s a bit artificial, but it can’t be helped.

I gather the demonic energy nearby and advance. The Demons wandering around knelt and worshiped, and those who went too far beheaded themselves in fear.

The Demons who were rushing into the sky to break through the barrier also folded their wings in awe. Since no Demons were dying in the sky, the bloody rain of blood also stopped. Pandemonium, where the rain had stopped, was sunny. No umbrella was needed.

“It’s just like thinking about home. So, you fought over there?”

“Ah, yes, yes. It’s here. Where the ground is dug up.”

The more I headed towards the center, the more I felt a disgusting divine power. Called starlight. The power of the sun. Or, the power of the hero.

A crater is visible. It was a trace of the collision. DeRaise, who had been following me, trembled when he saw the hollowed-out ground.

A power so strong that DeRaise lost all his demonic energy just by being exposed to the light. This is not purification. It’s not magic either. Magic proceeds within the basic framework of creation. Destruction is just a byproduct. The same goes for divine magic.

But that was… only destruction. The power to destroy evil. To find and destroy the source, to crush and distort it. There’s no way there wouldn’t be side effects.

“I told you to be so careful with me.”

To wield the power of destruction means that you yourself are exposed to that power.

“Really, how irresponsible.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I inhaled the demonic energy that felt like the air on the ground and exhaled it.

Looking back, I could see a group of Demons following me from afar. Stupid followers who were bewitched by the demonic energy. When did they see me to follow me? Is anything with demonic energy good for them?

“It’s just garbage, but they like it so much.”

“Garbage is good nourishment for field mice. Shall I kill them?”

“Leave them alone. They’re not worth it.”

I shake my head as if disgusted.

“There is no Demon King. It’s all just an illusion. I acknowledge that thoughts exist. But that’s it. You can’t control me.”

“…Then how about becoming the new Demon King?”

“If I had the capacity to do that, I would have become something. Don’t open your mouth anymore. I’ll kill you.”

I warned DeRaise and lowered my body.

• Seu-euk.

I roughly sweep the chaotic floor with my hand. Then, something catches on my finger. I take it out and dust it off, and I see a corroded piece of cloth.

It was a piece of fabric torn during the battle.

“…Found it.”

I check the flow of power from the cloth. It was still faintly remaining even after several hours.

“The flow is connected. That means he’s not dead yet.”

Such a strong power cannot be hidden. I clutched the cloth tightly and breathed uneasily. My breath, flushed with pink, flowed over my pale skin.

“Heueup….”

There’s still a smell left. Not the concept of the smell of dirt or blood.

‘Power’ was felt.

The residue of the power he used emanated from the cloth, causing a strong wave.

“Haa… Hueu…”

I buried my face in the cloth and took a deep breath. The power that came from him. A part of him. I knelt down and drooled with hazy eyes. My body loses strength. My head throbs, and the hand holding the cloth trembles as if it’s cramping.

The divine power from the cloth collided with the demonic energy. It was as if Shuriel was attacking me. Hitting, breaking, twisting and crushing, such an illusion.

“Hau… Hueu, euht…”

For a magician who draws images, delusion is the construction of another world. Whatever it is, it doesn’t just end as a delusion, but physical changes occur. It was a habitual habit of those who bring imagination into reality.

The world I’m drawing now is… a world where Shuriel, full of anger, rapes me to death. Strangling my neck, stabbing my abdomen with a knife, tearing my limbs and hanging them on hooks, such a world.

“Haa, hueu… Heu….”

Between my legs, a sticky tide had already formed a small puddle. A sweet smell wafts from the blood-filled dirt. I unknowingly brought my finger to it. But even if I realized it, nothing changed. The desire was not satisfied.

I pinch my clitoris, which has risen to its limit, and insert my finger to scratch the vaginal wall. There was a limit to my slender fingers, but I could inflate them by adding magic power.

I insert and remove. It was a simple reciprocating motion, but the uterus and vaginal wall came down as if accepting a penis and prepared for ovulation. No, even knowing it wasn’t a penis, I squeezed my finger tightly. I was in heat regardless of my will.

“Hueuht, hueue…!”

• Jjiee-ik!

In an instant, I lose strength and fall forward. Strength enters my lower abdomen, and the sound of water splashing is heard mercilessly. My fingers and wrists are covered in vulgar ejaculate.

“Haa…”

I wasn’t so soft that I could go with just masturbation. After my body became a complete female, I climaxed as a conditioned reflex just by smelling it. In order to get pregnant, the penis must enter easily. Like a beast, I immediately prepared for ovulation.

‘…What a joke.’

Having to be satisfied with just a finger, and a body that still goes into heat even when eroded by demonic energy.

I muttered with a reddened face.

“…I’ll find you.”

“What about the other Agents?”

“I don’t need them. I’ll leave them in a suitable place. They’ll go back on their own.”

DeRaise licked his lips and said.

“Then, where to, Hajin-nim?”

I stared at him without a word, and he lowered his eyes. Should I tear his limbs apart and turn him into beef jerky? I thought about it, but I gave up because it was too much trouble. It’s not like I’m annoyed.

“Anywhere. If there’s a place where I can be. And…”

I clenched the cloth tightly and said.

“…I don’t want to be alone.”

Then, I say as if angry.

“I’ll make it so you can never leave me alone again. He doesn’t have to carry all the burdens. Fate, karma, tell him to get rid of it. I, I. I can do anything. Anything he wants. I, I can make him happy.”

Anything is fine as long as I can divert his attention from the Demon hunting he’s so fanatically obsessed with.

“…Why are you so obsessed with the Agent?”

DeRaise said with an incomprehensible expression. He soon realized it was a slip of the tongue and stiffened his body like a stone, but I answered with desperation instead of anger.

“…I don’t have the confidence to repeat this again.”

New encounters. New people. New love. New understanding. It was too big of a wall. A wall so high that even the will to climb it is broken and I sit down. Such a wall.

“……I don’t have the confidence to endure it either.”

I’ll break. Broken, ruined, and eventually in misery, in the pain I’ve been looking for so much. I’ll close my eyes.

“Um, wouldn’t I do?”

“I don’t raise pets.”

“….”

“And rather than raising a pet, I’d rather be a pet.”