readsfreenovel Chapter 207 Maybe It's Just a Chat - S01E06
Chapter 207 Maybe It's Just a Chat - S01E06
Although he and ■■■ weren't exactly on the same wavelength, and most of the time he was simply impressed by her excellent cooking skills, Alastor would probably still feel a sense of admiration.
Like...
"Although I haven't been dead for particularly long, but... hahaha..."
Amidst the ruins, the crimson demon strolled over to the dragon girl as if watching a good show.
She seemed to be thinking about something.
After Wendigo leaned against him, ■■■ frowned slightly and looked at him with a hint of disdain.
"I haven't seen a madman like you in a long time, trying to get what he wants by changing his environment."
Although not much is outwardly visible, a clever person can still discern a complete path from the details.
She didn't preach, but led by example, trying to change the environment.
Alastor hadn't fully figured out what ■■■ had done, but he had indeed seen her results alongside ■■■.
This mysterious lady from the East changed a demon from hell.
To be honest, for a sinner lord who had lived in the cesspool of hell for so long, this was a thankless and hopeless task.
...but the evidence is right in front of us.
Although Alastor would rather see the suffering of the other guys and their miserable lives—
But the changes in that female petty thief were so significant that they could not be ignored.
■■■ did not change the overall environment of hell, but rather, like raising a pet, it subtly shaped a small environment.
...But at least for Alastor, this was truly astonishing.
Is it because she is comparable to a god that she is able to do this?
Or perhaps... her patience far exceeded his expectations?
The sinner lord stared at the witch's thin jawline, his eyes narrowing meaningfully.
"...You really know how to find topics to talk about."
Having just received bad news, you rolled your eyes and looked at Alastor's face, which was very close to yours, with a gloomy expression.
You still can't tell if he's happy or not, because the smile on his face only lets you see the corners of his mouth stretching to his temples.
"Hmph... But just as you thought, I can indeed wait for my prey to come and die, just like a hunter."
Before he could say anything more to you in a sarcastic tone, you lazily squeezed his wrist and tossed him aside, letting him lean against your familiar body.
Alastor: "..."
"However, I can also wait for a change of soul."
You look at Wendigo beside you, rubbing the wrist you just squeezed, and your eyes crinkle into a smile.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not like you."
"I listen, I see, I feel."
"The power of the gods is not just something to be used from a high place, or to judge a soul's good and evil deeds with just a few words."
As she spoke, the dragon girl's tail suddenly swung slowly twice in the air.
It was still a face so expressionless that it might even seem boring.
Her jet-black hair, as fine as silk, cascaded down the side of her pale face.
Wendigo's gaze briefly swept past the sinner from the East, intentionally or unintentionally glancing at some corners that seemed to be hiding something.
"...Hmph, is that so?"
"Gods only care about the results."
■■■ The muttering voice brought Wendy back to reality from her reverie.
Alastor, who had just been squinting and looking unhappy, immediately widened his eyes upon seeing this.
The devil's bloodshot eyes, like those of an old toy, comically darted towards the sinner from the East beside him—
Like those awful bastards who expect something big to happen.