readsfreenovel Chapter 181... He's utterly scum! - S01E06
Chapter 181... He's utterly scum! - S01E06
"Arson?! Who the hell did this?!"
Jeff, who immediately picked up on the key words in your words, was so angry that even his usually kind and squinty eyes widened.
"If I catch him, I'll skin him alive and use his skin as a free gift for next year's Angry Harvest Festival!"
Little Devil's father's thick beard bristled like cat fur, making him look furious—even though he was small in stature.
"..."
"Hmph...didn't you guys say before that there's...a shootout around here?"
In the fire, the usually indifferent voice of the Eastern Sinner sounded strangely meaningful at this moment.
Wendigo, with his ears perked up, inexplicably found a strange interest in the witch's unusual words.
Like a chess player manipulating the game, finally seeing their opponent make a move that is so trivial it deserves their attention.
The intermittent radio broadcast reverberated in the devil's chest.
He frowned, his eyes unfathomable as he scrutinized the female demon's profile.
Alastor still likes to repeat that phrase many times, such as, 'Beauty is the least noteworthy quality of [her/his] entire being.'
Even though he usually kept a blank expression, he still enjoyed looking at her face, which was so expressionless it was almost frightening, after seeing some disgusting scenes.
It's obvious that ■■■ has no awareness of her face, which is so beautiful it's starting to look aggressive.
Compared to her almost foolish ignorance, Alastor unsurprisingly possessed a greater thirst for knowledge regarding "what exactly ■■■ is plotting"...
How could the broadcasting demon be so idiotic as to willingly follow an Eastern sinner, a man shrouded in mystery and hiding more drugs than an addict at home, to such a pointless place?
……
"...Sir, shouldn't the thirst for knowledge be more important than life?"
You, who didn't really want to turn around, closed your eyes speechlessly and replied to Wendigo in a subtle tone, a reply that was almost burning a hole in your face.
"Many people have been killed by their thirst for knowledge... But, oh! Hey! Look! I'm already dead."
With a nonchalant tone, Alastor, very close to you, opened his enormous, beast-like mouth and shook his head as he spoke.
"Is there anything worse than this? Like going to a place you call worse than hell?"
"With you moving your head around like this in front of me regardless of the situation, to me, this place is no different from 'a place more terrifying than hell'..."
Worried that the devil might fall out of your arms, you twitched your lips and glared at the male demon who seemed to have ADHD.
The neurotic Western gentleman seemed to have a lot to say again.
"...Hey! Can someone do something about this atmosphere that's like a slut's book club?!"
"Do you have to speak like this, using such flowery language and spouting a bunch of nonsense that we can't understand at all?"
Perhaps it's because your current situation isn't very safe, but you and Alastor keep talking nonsense to each other, while Cynthia complains loudly above your head with profanities.
...And so you and the sinner lord fell silent.
You see Alastor instinctively tuck his ear back down again.
"Oh, very good! If you old fogies were stripped of your fancy vocabulary, you wouldn't even be able to have a proper argument!"
The little devil lady, who seemed like a queen, grabbed your dragon horns and hung you upside down above your head, saying this to Alastor with displeasure.
"Since you two are both childish types who only like to play ambiguous games, then let's stop discussing these vague and ambiguous things!"
"Run for your lives!"
……
“…That’s a sharp assessment, Cynthia…but this guy actually says things like ‘fuck.’”
While saying this, she casually used the fire-avoiding spell to block the raging flames that were rushing towards them.
"However, such a blunt but reasonable statement really reminded me of a... well, a little devil who left a very deep impression on me a while ago...
"Oh! Thank you for the compliment... It seems you have quite a connection with the little devils!"
Cynthia, whose mood changes quickly, accepted your compliment in an unexpected and lively tone.
She hugged her daughter, Qina, like a sister, then plopped down on your free left shoulder. (Because Alastor was leaning on your right shoulder.)
"However, saying anything more now is just a waste of time. Let's get out of here quickly!"
Cynthia casually put her arm around your head, then pointed forward like a strategist.
"...Yes, ma'am."
You lowered your eyelids and lifted Alastor up slightly, who was completely uncooperative.
After dodging the ceiling that crashed down from the stairwell for the last time, the Eastern Sinner suddenly stopped in his tracks.
She lowered her body slightly.
Wendigo could feel her wrists tightening around his legs—like some kind of unbreakable seatbelt.
"Hold on tight, sir."
A deep female voice, seemingly tinged with amusement, fell deliberately.
Alastor then realized that the Dragon Girl, who had a terrible sense of humor, was mostly just cracking jokes when she was in the fire.
Although his feet did not touch the ground, Wendigo could feel the succubus's tense muscles.
He lowered his eyes, but just then caught a glimpse of the moment she pushed off with all her might.
The sinful lord, who had no time to react, felt as if he were being suddenly propelled forward by some expensive sports car!
The cheap tile floor was shattered by a single step.
After the sound of bricks and stones cracking, a sharp whistling sound followed immediately!
At such a high speed, a single mistake could lead to utter destruction, breaking the other side in half...
The old gentleman, whose bangs had been blown all the way back, could only maintain his stiff smile amidst the inappropriate cheers of the little devils.
When faced with a sudden obstacle, space seems to lose all meaning for ■■■.
The female demon moved nimbly through the fire, with an unstoppable momentum...
It was as if an arrow had pierced through ten thousand miles as before.
In just a moment, ■■■ was no longer the light and harmless swallow in the devil's memory, but a powerful falcon soaring into the sky.
The sinner lord felt the ends of his hair curling merrily in the flames, completely unaware of the danger he was in.
The thick smoke from the fire and the occasional small explosions had absolutely no effect on ■■■ who was going upstairs.
She quickly kicked and broke the exposed, haphazardly laid steel bars. Then, she used her long tail to sweep away all the debris piled up in the stairwell.
The scent of the ocean currents effortlessly shielded the flames from their intense heat—
Until ■■■ smashed open a lonely iron gate.
...Hmph! Alastor thinks he's on vacation on some tiny private island!
Of course, this is just an exaggerated statement by a vengeful lord.
The broadcast demon, whose ears had never perked up, gripped his cane tightly.
After rushing onto the rooftop, ■■■ no longer performed any hand seals, but instead embraced Wendigo in a fairly standard posture and gracefully backflipped onto the rooftop behind her.
The fierce winds on the rooftop whipped up the demon's outrageously long black hair...
But this didn't seem to stop her from quickly placing a sinner lord on the ground, completely unharmed.
With a deafening roar, the fire that had been trapped inside the building raged and roared, bursting out of the small door on the rooftop.
Unfortunately, the chaotic scene, which was even more hellish than hell itself, seemed to have nothing to do with the two tall sinners or the Yaki family.
"Oh...look at this magnificent sight! How delightful! There must have been quite a few demons that died in this building, right?"
After getting off the ground, the sinner lord, who had kept two steps away from the dragon girl beside him, straightened his crooked one-way mirror and said excitedly, "I really can't wait to go down and see the terrible state of this building!"
As he adjusted his bow tie, Alastor raised his arm in an exaggerated manner, as if announcing an awards ceremony.
"..."
"Then you'll be disappointed, sadistic sinner lord."
You stare expressionlessly at the fire that is spreading across the entire rooftop below, your tone indifferent.
"What... (wha?)"
Alastor realized what he was doing before he could finish saying the word.
Then you see him frown, as if he's laughing in exasperation, and bare his teeth as he says:
"Ha... you... you have absolutely no sense of humor, you rude little brat who just ruins other people's fun..."
"Hmph, otherwise what do you think I shot that white light in the stairwell for? Just for fun?"
First, you imitated the old gentleman, pretending to put your hands behind your back, then closed your eyes and used the same mystical technique to send the Yaki family directly off the roof.
"However... since you're free now anyway, sir, you should hurry down from here. After all, this fire could..."
"..."
……
No, things seem to have quieted down a bit too suddenly.
When he realized something was wrong and turned around to try and figure out what had happened...
There's no one around you anymore.
you:"?"
Although this was certainly in line with his personality, you still walked somewhat incredulously to the edge of the rooftop and peered down—
Sure enough, that red figure was already standing downstairs.
...It was incredibly fast.
……
What the heck?! This guy ran way too fast!
Almost laughing in anger, ■■■ stared wide-eyed down at Alastor, who was standing ramrod straight with his back to her, gracefully brushing the dust off his clothes.
Perhaps because the emotions of the sinner from the East were so raw and furious, the devil noticed her gaze almost immediately.
But the foreign gentleman, now out of danger, simply stood downstairs, slowly turned around, straightened his collar, and gave the Dragon Girl an elegant gentleman's bow.
Then, at this moment, you, with your keen eyesight, clearly saw the sinner lord, whose job was broadcasting, enunciating each word clearly and perfectly—
"Honey, I'll be here cheering you on."
……
Now you're really amused by Alastor.
Although you know that staying away from trouble is a normal thing to do, and doing so is quite in line with Alastor's personality...
After all, he is the kind of person who:
Someone bumped into the door and then cried.
Alastor said: That's great, at least now your laugh sounds like a piano.
Social interaction is about making others feel comfortable, and also about making yourself feel comfortable.
But he will definitely only remember the second half of that sentence.
Someone said, 'Going out for a walk in nature will heal your friend's depression.'
So Alastor immediately took his depressed friend to the great forest, found a beautiful tree, and happily told him: This tree looks perfect for you to hang yourself.
……
……
...Looking at it this way, this guy is absolutely scum!