"Traitor!" One of the imprisoned people scream at .
Although he looks ragged, I am sure the middle-aged man was a warrior of so sort; his eyes don't belong to just anyone. 'Well, no matter how intimidating he looks, he can't beat Ilschevar's aura.' I am not intimidated in the slightest; I feel weirdly ecstatic.
"Layland, I will give you the chance to prove your loyalty to King Ilschevar."
Turning my head to Valeria, I am t with her expectant gaze. 'Do I have to utter my pledge of loyalty here or what?' At my puzzled expression, Valeria motions her hand towards the cell.
"Pick one of them, and show your resolve."
"Do I have to kill whoever I choose?"
"Yes."
Valeria's answer was brief, and absolute; there was no hesitation in her tone. 'Well, I've killed people once; I can do it over and over again.' Shrugging, I point my finger to the blond haired girl with a round, attractive face.
"I will take this girl," I say without hesitation. Hearing no response from Valeria, I turn my head to her; I am imdiately t with her slightly frowning face. 'Is she expecting to choose a man? Jokes on her, I know my limit!'
After years of being bullied, I like to play safe. The person I choose to kill will definitely resist; if it was a man, I wouldn't be able to hold him back. I don't really care about how to look cool. I don't have that manly pride to maintain ... Yet.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Valeria gestures her chin at the cell, as if urging to do the deed.
'What the fuck? Do you want to take the bitch myself? I'll just get killed!' Everyone in the cell is boring hole in my head with their gaze. If I were just to enter the cell just to take the girl I want to kill, I will be the one who get killed.
"I don't want these maggots to taint with their touch, Miss Valeria," is my witty rejection.
I know we have to look dignified in front of these people just by the way she calls my na right. Therefore, I also save her dignity by not speaking my cowardly concern.
"I get your concern, Layland. However, none of them will be able to touch you," she points to the strange symbol on the people's forehead, "as long as they still have a Geas on them."
Since I have read enough fiction, I don't need her to explain to what a Geas is. The function makes it clear: Geas is a seal that is put on soone to prohibit them from doing a certain action.
Judging by the helplessness the people in the cell are showing, they must've had their Magic sealed by Geas. That ans, my safety is guaranteed.
"Very well. Allow to show you my resolve, Miss Valeria." I step closer to the cell, and Valeria snaps her finger once.
Creak.
The cell is opened, but none of the people inside dare to step out. Even when I enter, none of them step forward; they are only glaring at with utmost hatred, especially the girl I am going to kill.
'These people are blinded by hatred; they can't even notice how out of the world my clothing are. They think I am really one of them.' I can't stop a condescending smirk from appearing on my face.
The situation is quite amusing; I am still a human, but I don't consider myself one anymore. I know they are my kin, but I don't feel any compassion towards them. 'Maybe, I am not fit to be a human in the very first place.'
I have tried my best to fit in, but people are too stupid; none of them but a few can accept . It would've been better if they had treated like air—if they had left alone. However, they decided to toy with .
I know I am overly generalizing humanity, but I am aware that society is not ready to accept yet; until then, I will never be able to live in peace. Maybe the world doesn't really hate ; it is trying to warn , 'You are not fit to be a human.'
Therefore, I am done with humanity.
"Co!" I glare at the blond girl coldly, and extend my hand. I don't know why I did that, but it feels just right.
"N-N-No! Please, not ! I—I want to et my father! Please!" Although the girl is crying profusely while looking at in horror, her feet move by themselves towards . 'As I expected, Geas makes anyone who has it subservient.'
When she is just a few steps in front of , I motion her to stop. "Kneel before !" The girl stares at in horror, and does what I said. I look around, and I can see the other eight people in the cell are ready to jump at . But as Valeria has said, they can't.
Stepping forward once, I eliminate the distance between and the kneeling blonde. "Bla your fate, woman." Smirking coldly, I put my hands around her neck. She tries to resist, but it is futile.
'Although I would be glad if Valeria gave a knife, my hands will still do.' I muster power, and choke the blonde.
She groans, and flails her arm helplessly. "P-Please, stop! I don't... Want to die!" She is really genuine in expressing herself, and it excites even more.
'Damn, this girl really looks like that bitch, Brianna—it's satisfying!' That is the reason why I picked her in the very first place.
An unknown power suddenly enters my hand when I think about the betrayal—about the ga. My choke on her becos even stronger, and I beco even more excited.
The room has a very bad lighting, but I can see my reflection in the blonde's eyes; I have a manic grin that is unbefitting of my effeminate face.
"You fiend! You will definitely rot in hell for what you have done!"
"May our God condemn your soul for eternity!"
"Curse you lowly traitor of humanity!"
The other eight people in the cell are cursing at . 'Loud ... They are too loud.'
Turning my glare at them, a command unconsciously cos out of my mouth. "Kill yourself!" As if possessed, all of the eight people imdiately bang their head to the wall; the Geas has taken effect.
"Ku-ku-ku. Idiots." Staring back at the girl I am chocking, I notice that her resistance is getting weaker—not that it was strong in the very first place. Her face gets darker in every second, and her eyes are slowly rolling to the back.
Before long, she stops moving entirely, and I can say she's dead. My manic grin slowly disappears, before my expression turns completely neutral. Letting go of the now dead girl, I look around once again.
The other eight people in the cell are also dead; all of them broke their head. 'I feel ... Nothing.'
"I asked you to kill one, but you ended up killing all of them."
"I am sure my command would've born no effect, if you didn't give the authority over the Geas." I turn my head to Valeria, and she smiles at —beautifully if I may add.
"I didn't give you any privilege to control the Geas, Layland." She motions to get out of the cell, and I do as her command. "However you, as a Demon King Candidate, have every right to control all of the Geas Lord Ilschevar has made."
"I see..." I am not that surprised surprisingly.
Valeria smirks lightly. "You act differently from the way you look. I thought you would ask for a knife before doing it."
"I didn't know I could ... Just ask."
Valeria shrugs lightly, then turns her body graciously. "Co on, there are still so places we need to explore. Furthermore," she briefly glances at the now dead bodies filled cell, "I need to report about the unexpected event soon."
She starts walking, slower this ti, and I can easily keep up with her. "Is that a problem?" I am asking about the unexpected event.
"Actually, yes. The girl you have just killed was the daughter of Duke Niles Brontes of Eschian Kingdom—the human Kingdom where your friends were summoned as Heroes."
My eyebrow twitches at that irritating trivia. "So, what is the problem?"
"We have promised to give her back tomorrow in return of a Holy Sword." That is undoubtedly a problem; not only will the Demons not get the Holy Sword, but the girl's death will also exacerbate the situation between the two races.
'Then, why the heck didn't you tell in advance?! What are you trying to achieve? To make feel guilty? Ptooi! I have resolved myself to stop having a sense of guilt!' With a smirk, I show her how unperturbed I am with the information.
"Well, you don't have to feel guilty. You are bound to deal with them nonetheless; you just have to take responsibility for today's deed in the future."
Valeria stops walking, and I follow suit. "Ah, I almost forgot about it." Smiling softly, she continues. "You have shown your resolve; welco to Demon society, Laylow."
Though she calls my na wrong again, at least she makes it clear that I am welcod.
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