readsfreenovel Chapter 176 Perfection as It Is - S01E06
Chapter 176 Perfection as It Is - S01E06
Out of respect for his elders, Alastor left the Little Devil's Apartment before you.
You deliberately ignored his comment, "Miss's remarks sound like those of a born serial killer," and respectfully ushered this difficult foreign ancestor out of the little devils' apartment.
The devil's pointed heels tapped lightly on the ground.
He stood there calmly and composedly, like a gentleman or aristocrat who had just stepped out of a car.
As you step outside, the smell of sulfur and excrement becomes noticeably stronger, causing you to involuntarily frown.
In the pause of your thoughts, the first thing you see after closing the door is actually the tip of Alastor's shoe and his cane on the ground.
"So, can our perfect chef now reveal the truth about why we came to this run-down place?"
Wendigo asked you this in his melodious voice, like a stage emcee.
"Oh ho ho... This long and boring wait always reminds me of when I was still working before I died—"
"Some physically strong employees always manage to mess everything up, and if it weren't for their pathetic and anxious faces, I wouldn't mind recommending their bosses fire them!"
The male demon said this with some excitement.
His eyes widened for a moment in excitement, but quickly and inexplicably returned to a listless half-closed gaze.
"Of course, I believe that a lady whom everyone calls 'perfect' wouldn't be like those idiot newbies, right?"
"After all, devils don't like a show that's all bark and no bite, especially one that wastes their time."
"...But I may have to disappoint you, sir."
"Because although the time is almost up, it's not time to start yet."
You, who rarely give a direct response to Alastor, closed one eye and then, seemingly helplessly, snapped your fingers lightly.
The sophisticated art of sound shielding spreads within a four-foot radius centered on you and the broadcast demon.
After doing all this, Daenerys slowly reached into her sleeves and coldly met Wendigo's scrutinizing gaze.
"However, you should have always known that so-called perfection is just a label, an imagination of me, and also a form of invisible bullying, right?"
■■■Suddenly, without any warning, she asked this question.
It's rare for the sinner from the East to use a question.
A deliberately affected, canned tone of confusion rippled from the broadcast demon's throat.
He stared at the dragon girl in front of him and chuckled, "Oh~ that's quite an aggressive remark."
Looking at Alastor's nonchalant attitude, you can now be completely certain that he is simply an accomplice and enjoying the feeling.
Not knowing how to evaluate the devil before him, the sinner from the East reached out and pinched his brow.
"Although this has nothing to do with the original topic...heh."
"You know I'm not perfect, you should be able to tell."
"I am not perfect. I will be unhappy, jealous, biased, and make mistakes."
"I have all the emotions that ordinary, normal people would have."
"Since I am still a human soul, I am destined to be incomplete and imperfect."
"...But everyone always says I'm perfect."
You spread your hands at him with a blank face and started rambling on like pouring out beans.
"However, what's funny is that if I were a being without such power, I could easily say that these expectations are just the noose that strangles me."
"But the truth is, I have to bear the burden of 'perfection' and actually achieve the definition of perfection."
"I might accept the expectations of Lady Tyrion, the expectations of the Princess of Hell, or the expectations of a friend, and try my best to truly become perfect for them."
The Eastern Sinner frowned, staring in bewilderment at the impassive Sinner Lord before him.
"But what is this malicious expectation you have of me?"
"After all, I don't think I have any merits that would be praised as 'perfect' by the broadcasting demon."
……
After listening to your lengthy speech, the broadcast demon raised an eyebrow.
After a brief silence, the foreign gentleman suddenly let out a few drawn-out, helpless laughs in a self-righteous, doting manner.
"Oh...sweetheart...but it seems your obsession with perfection has exceeded your own imagination, hasn't it?"
Alastor glanced at you sideways.
It was a kind of "disbelief" unique to the devil of broadcasting.
It carried a scornful and amused disdain.
"...Uh, isn't this just common sense?"
"After all, if my goal isn't to achieve perfection, then what's the point of my existence?"
The Eastern Sinner wrinkled his pretty face in disgust, like a canine that had seen something repulsive.
However, she truly hadn't expected that her words would cause even the infamous Radio Demon to widen his eyes in surprise—
But you don't think your words are so "unbelievable".
"...Oh...Oh...Hahahaha...Hahahaha!"
"This is the most aesthetically pleasing dark joke I've heard since I went to hell!"
Alastor, whose body went from trembling to laughing out loud, clutched his forehead.
The devil, panting heavily, laughed hysterically while announcing his manic joy in his extremely dramatic broadcast-like tone.
"The foolish and the happy are content with what they have, while the destroyer worries about not being perfect enough!"
"Oh... I've never thanked God for his existence! But now I'm willing to thank him for letting me be born, and then for letting me meet you after I went to hell—I mean, you stupid idiot who embodies all contradictions!"
As if he had witnessed something incredibly absurd, Wendigo bent down in a cheerful mood and then pointed his cane at your face.
Under the influence of the devil's excited and evil power, the lights in the entire building were crackling and flickering in an abnormal and eerie way.
"I suppose this is what they call regional differences, huh? My lady?"
"People here are usually satisfied and happy with something very small, but the place where you were born can never be satisfied. Even if you have achieved enough, you still feel that you are not perfect enough?"
"What a ridiculous comparison."
"The insects in the stinking ditch feel they have received enough reward, because being alive is a blessing."
"But the guy at the top is troubled by his 'imperfect' perfection and hopes to get comfort from others."
Alastor straightened up abruptly and without warning, looking at you with a smile that now seemed more like a mockery.
But soon, Wendigo, whose emotions always seemed to reverse at a chilling speed, stopped his sharp smile.
He was all smiles, straightening his collar with his hand, and said to you with one eye open and the other closed, "Hmph... Darling, this is truly surprising... But you seem to be caught up in some kind of boring self-doubt and loathing?"
……
again……?
You, who were almost drawn into Alastor's long speech, widened your eyes slightly.
Although your focus seems somewhat off, you still don't understand...
Why did Alastor use the strange word "again"?