readsfreenovel Chapter 300 Mistakes - S01E08
Chapter 300 Mistakes - S01E08
Alastor thought that perhaps that clueless little brain of a fool who had spent less than two years in hell probably had no concept of these things.
...But neither his pride as a broadcasting demon nor his background in the 1930s from the United States allowed him to accept her gift so easily.
That bouquet of roses still sits in his... room.
With his magic and a few adorable deer skulls as "vases," hundreds of golden roses floated in mid-air in his private room.
They would slowly and silently rotate, forming a magnificent yet eerie nebula; the souls encased in the roses would emit faint wails or whispers that only he could hear, becoming part of the background noise in his room.
The shadows would gently entwine around the roots of each rose like vines... but he would not draw strength from them.
Alastor stared blankly at the roses.
Thinking.
■■■ We should not let our guard down against any demon, even if it is him.
Only in this way can ■■■ accompany him to continue playing this game.
So, in order to ensure that ■■■ can continue to live in hell...
He should teach her a lesson in a foolproof way that would benefit him and not harm her.
But after he executed his foolproof plan, he lost even the "right" to be called by his name and addressed politely.
It's really...
unexpected.
So, where exactly did his brilliant performance go wrong?
……
……
In the end, the broadcasting demon took the item from the dragon girl's hand.
He seemed to have gone through a period of contemplation, weighing the pros and cons, before shrugging lightly and picking up the thin scale in your palm with two fingers.
The devil's sharp claws scrape across your palm, making you feel itchy.
Wendigo squinted at you, then gratefully tucked your protective scale into the belt of his own chest.
The devil, whose movements were always flamboyant and dramatic, shook his head and adjusted his one-way mirror, his high-set ear tips twitching slightly.
He shifted his position somewhat nervously; but his obviously overly thin body and androgynous movements only made him appear more alluring or languid.
"I won't say thank you until it works."
"After all... you know perfectly well that devils like us don't say thank you, right?"
He closed one eye, raised one eyebrow, and looked frivolous yet elegantly charming.
The announcer's high-pitched voice, which sounded somewhat provocative but probably not, was like the most vibrant stroke in the otherwise pale air.
A strange and subtle sound rolled in his throat, like an old radio automatically adjusting its knob.
"..."
After receiving the scales, Wendigo, who has many inexplicable fidgeting habits, first moves closer to you without any sense of boundaries or memory, and then suddenly straightens up in a neurotic manner.
Perhaps seeing that you haven't shown any reaction or made any move, the male demon, who has been running wildly on the road to finding fun, suddenly drooped his eyelids, as if he was bored or disappointed.
It's as if it's silently saying, 'Do you have something else to say? If not, you can disappear from my sight.' It's almost like it's impatiently waving at you, indicating that you don't need to stand in front of it anymore.
……
But surprisingly, you didn't get angry; instead, you just stared at him for a while.
A subtle look of confusion finally surfaced on the Dragon Girl's usually expressionless face—
Because she still couldn't understand why Alastor was such a demon.
She couldn't understand why he would make a deal with Shirley the day after she gave him her heart; she couldn't understand why, after they broke off their relationship, she wasn't treated the same as Vox; she couldn't understand why, now that he had taken her scales...
What on earth is Alastor thinking?
However, even though you may be thinking about this, what comes out of your mouth is quite different.
"..."
"Alright, broadcasting devil, before that, I have something else I want to tell you."