readsfreenovel Chapter 293 "The Unusual Guest" - S01E08
Chapter 293 "The Unusual Guest" - S01E08
"...Who taught you this glib tongue?"
"What—uh!"
Just as you frowned, wondering why Vicky thought your words sounded so glib, she suddenly raised her spear when you weren't looking.
"Didn't we say we're not allowed to use special abilities? You think losing weight doesn't count?"
Before you could even process what Vicky had said, the former exorcist angel's speechless and helpless voice faded away.
Your attempt to explain slowed down your subsequent actions.
Such a tall female demon was actually flung away by the white-haired female demon who seemed to be retreating all the way, amidst the gasps of the inn guests and cannibals watching!
"..."
Before she could fly away like a leaf, the words "You fouled" were stuck in the dragon girl's throat, neither spitting them out nor swallowing them.
After all, Vicky was right. If you don't reduce your weight, every attack you make on her will be fatal, even if you reduce the force to the minimum—so you did foul first.
Vicky used a lot of force, enough to throw you, who had already adjusted her weight to over ten kilograms, very high and very far.
"■■■————!"
Perhaps because the way you were thrown was so counterintuitive, Shirley's slightly terrified scream reached your ears from below.
The dragon girl's body was lifted into the air by the wind. After you performed a simple backflip that completely violated Newton's laws and had no landing point, she landed on the second floor of the inn with an incredibly light and swallow-like posture.
"See, I told you so?"
Seeing that ■■■ looked extremely calm, even having the time to smooth out the wrinkles on her body; Vicky gripped her weapon with one hand and tapped her shoulder in a seemingly helpless manner.
"Although she rarely acts willfully, but... hey! ■■■—I got a point this time, right?"
The former exorcist angel stands beside her lover, lazily waving at you.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't "disappointed"; after all, as a warrior, who wouldn't want to compete against an opponent standing at the top of the pyramid?
However, if you want to see ■■■ switch between hundreds of weapons in half a minute; various spells (although she calls them mystical arts) flying around; every punch and kick creating deep craters in the ground; magnificent magic circles made of strange yellow talismans; bizarre props; visceral attacks and heavy slams, or even just seeing energy fluctuations or Mach rings...
It's estimated that this visual feast, where it's impossible to know exactly how much power she has, can only be enjoyed when watching her fight her own clone.
If she doesn't even have a burning semicolon at the end of her hair when you fight her, then it's no different from teasing a child in the XXX version—especially since she could finish her off several times in one go.
Vicky acknowledged ■■■'s fighting ability, but they had agreed to a fight, even though the other party held back at every turn, claiming he was worried about hurting her, and even voluntarily conceded defeat in the end…
She knew that ■■■ herself had no ill intentions, and that she did it out of a gentleness that most scoundrels in hell didn't possess, but Vicky still felt uncomfortable all over, as if ants were crawling on her body.
...It's like you're not bad at all, maybe even the best fighter in the group; you practice every day next to a big mountain, but when you turn around... you despairingly discover that the mountain is alive.
……
You leaned on the second-floor railing for a while.
You like it when the inn's guests stand together chatting, each person connected to the other, with smiles on their faces, rather than looking distressed.
Hell is not a good place; happiness there is often built on oppression and violence.
A kind of "carnival" depicted by absurdity, decadence, and the decadent indulgence of the powerful.
Fortunately, even in such a terrible place, even if you are in a completely unfamiliar foreign land, in the cradle of evil, you can still find something that can nourish your humanity.
The "curse" of hell still ravages you; after falling into this place, your humanity is being eroded by the force forcibly imposed upon you.
You need to confront the unreasonable "power" to avoid losing yourself or being completely consumed by this blood-red landscape filled with violence...
Ah, even on the second floor, you can still smell a stinky odor coming from the center of Arrogance Ring City.
The thoughts that often surfaced in the Dragon Girl's mind during quiet moments were ultimately interrupted by the hellish environment.
Shirley stands tall in the hotel of the Arrogance Ring residential area...
When you come back from outside, you sometimes feel that the location of this place really resembles the backyard that Lucifer, the doting father, designated for her.
This seemingly indifferent King of Hell tries to let his beautiful little darling and a group of her own friends play house.
...But you also feel that Lucifer is unreliable.
Because free-range farming is one thing, but being bullied during that process is another.
That "cute" apple duck king of hell should thank his royal golden head genes and the queen of hell; otherwise, Shirley wouldn't have grown into such a kind and radiant little girl.
……
……
and also.
If you are Lucifer.
When you see your daughter being looked down upon, even if you push the boundaries of hell back five thousand years, it would still be ruled by a terrifying tyrant...
You will surely show those ungrateful demons in hell what the iron fist of the Eastern Demon Mother is like :)
Haha, you swear, you'll definitely change your profile picture to one of those awful, troublesome ones as soon as possible, and then go on a killing spree in this huge circle of hell.
A dark thought suddenly popped into your head, and you buried half your face in your arms, silently drawing a circle downstairs.
Suddenly, the white cloak that Angel wore transformed into several white begonia blossoms, slowly drifting into the polluted air of the Arrogant Ring.
However, when the other person looked up in surprise and gazed towards the second floor...
There was nothing there except a few snow-white petals.
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You feel like you've seen this scene before.
Come to think of it, before you went to Devil's Castle, you were pacing back and forth in the corridor like this, thinking about saying something to a sinner lord...
But you really didn't expect this to happen a second time.
Based on the location of the Life Candle, you are surprised to find that the Broadcast Demon is actually on the second floor, just like you; and he seems to have not moved for a long time.
What is this guy doing? Watching the show?
You casually grabbed your coat and draped it behind you, stepping on the ground with steady yet light steps.
There was a subtle smell of swirling dust inside the inn, but you didn't mind, because it smelled better than outside.
The Dragon Girl hadn't changed into her usual flat boots yet; the metal high heels made a sound as she stepped on the ground.
The rhythmic "tap-tap" sound echoed in the empty corridor, one after another overlapping.
Finally, upon reaching the entrance to the corridor, the red light emanating from the central hall of the inn pushes back the darkness surrounding you.
Two classical curtains, drawn back and pulled up, hung at the rectangular entrance. You could see Wendigo's slender, elongated figure and Nefertiti sitting on the armrest beside him.
The male demon leisurely propped his chin up, gazing casually at the wide-open doorway.
The few guests who were staying at the inn were walking in from outside.
Perhaps because the broadcasting demon was saying something to Nefertti beside him, you didn't move, just stood there quietly waiting.
The dragon girl's tail curled twice in the air, but she still didn't speak.
Because before that, someone will always speak up first.
"Oh... Nephthy! Look! It seems we have an unusual guest."