Episode 112
It was a production intended to simultaneously showcase the value of the Lucifers and newly imprint upon everyone's eyes that they were always dignified and that they were changing.
'Well, the audience is a bit disappointing, but I'd call this a success, right?'
It was ti to bring about another major shift in the perception of the Lucifers.
How much effort had she put into this special space to welco the subjugation team?
To enhance the dark and frightening atmosphere, Flora had completely changed the structure of the space.
Make the nacing atmosphere even more nacing, and give it an antique, oppressive feel!
She opened up the ceiling high, created a spectator area and an altar, and moved the sleeping children there.
The eerie atmosphere was already perfect on its own, so to add a threatening feel, she placed monsters that reacted to Pascal's demonic power.
Thus, Flora conceived a plan to make a seemingly ordinary cave look like a place where soone was plotting sothing suspicious, and it was completed with Pascal's gestures.
She felt sorry for her brother, who had run to her out of worry from afar, but this was unavoidable.
'Just bear with it a little longer, Oppa. I'll enhance our reputation even more!'
She would show the true worth of the Lucifers so they would no longer be ignored by these bastards.
And, incidentally, she couldn't let the demon worshippers off either, so she planned to eliminate them.
'Of course, this place is all fake and created as part of my plan, but so what?'
As long as the result is good.
While Flora smiled a sly smile unseen by others, thanks to the additional subjugation team mbers joining, the monsters surrounding the children were falling one by one.
That ant it was finally ti for Pascal to step in for real.
When Flora sneakily raised her head, her eyes t Pascal's, who was watching them from high above.
He had read the signal.
The mont Benio cut down the last monster, Pascal delivered his prepared line.
"Not bad. Thanks to you, it's beco boring to the point of being irritating."
His voice echoed loudly for all to hear.
As the battle reached a lull, Duke Bellasia, as if he had been waiting for this mont, shouted with a fierce face.
"Demon! Why did you kidnap innocent children and lead them to their deaths! Do you not feel pity for these small lives that haven't even blood yet?"
At his clear anger, the subjugation team glared at Pascal with bloodshot eyes.
Even though Pascal had just spoken about demon worshippers and this place was set up like this, they were busy blaming the demon, not the worshippers.
'Tsk tsk, fools. It's obvious they think it's the demon's lie.'
Just as Flora thought, they didn't easily believe the demon's words.
Seeing that the smile didn't leave Pascal's face even after the Duke's shout, they seed to think he was mocking them, and everyone's anger boiled even hotter.
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Pascal pointed at himself with his index finger, then, realizing the subjugation team was serious, laughed loudly.
His expression was one of displeased, furrowed brows and a look of pity, as if he had heard a bad joke.
"Why would I kidnap human children? What use are they to ?"
"Silence! Do you think we would fall for a demon's cunning lies?"
"This is truly unjust. It's already a headache for that the forest is piling up with the corpses of young humans."
"Lies!"
As the Duke shouted in a scolding tone, Pascal clicked his tongue.
Flora was worried he might break character due to the dismissive attitude, but he displayed acting skills better than expected.
"Hmm, since you've entered my forest, I can't let you go easily, so I must deal with you, but it's botherso. What to do?"
Having co down closer, he closed his eyes, tapped his chin, and pretended to ponder.
He had let the Duke's words go in one ear and out the other.
"Stop your nonsense and co down here for a fair fight!"
Soone, unable to contain their anger, shouted competitively, but instead of retorting, he remained deep in thought.
Amid the stirring atmosphere, the continuing silence focused the attention of the many people present on him.
Savoring their gazes, Pascal finally uttered the words everyone had been waiting for.
"That's right. My worshippers, now is the ti for you to step forward."
His brightly smiling face, as if he'd had a great idea, looked so radiant it was hard to see him as the demon who had tornted them until now.
"Ah, right. You didn't want to reveal yourselves before everyone, did you? I want to respect you, as you are worshippers I haven't seen in a long ti, but... what to do..."
As Pascal sank into thought again, Duke Bellasia, who had been observing him, secretly gave an order.
'Have them attack.'
In response, one Executor took the bow from his back, aid at Pascal, and shot without hesitation. Following suit, all mbers of the subjugation team capable of ranged attacks began indiscriminately pouring attacks onto the demon floating above their heads.
Pascal's form was obscured by the trendous barrage of attacks, but Flora wasn't worried in the least.
Because when the subjugation team's attacks finally ceased, Pascal was revealed, completely unscathed without a single scratch.
"You do amusing things."
In his hand was the very arrow fired by the first Executor, the origin of the attack.
"You didn't think you could catch with just this, did you?"
The shabby arrow snapped in two at his gesture, and when he dropped it as if discarding trash, it turned to ash and disappeared before even hitting the ground.
"I've changed my mind. If you truly worship , don't waste ti offering useless things like those young humans. Step forward now and prove your faith."
He showed no interest in the sleeping children. Count Tassen, who had been quietly observing the situation, prayed inwardly.
Please let him not know my na, not seek out, not reveal before everyone.
'Was I insane? What was I thinking, revealing my identity before these people!'
He was already under subtle suspicion for taking Flora, so he absolutely must not appear suspicious.
Since he had never directly faced the demon anyway, the demon probably didn't know who the worshippers were.
So he thought he just needed to hold out a little longer.
It was then, as he was rolling his eyes, unable to fix his gaze, that his eyes t Flora's, who was held in Benio's arms.
The mont their gazes connected, Flora smiled brightly, like a flower blooming.
Then, moving her small mouth, she conveyed so words to him.
Despite knowing he should dismiss this smile, so out of place in the serious situation, he found himself staring intently at her small lips.
'What is it? I can't see clearly...'
The mont he squinted his eyes, trying to read her lips.
"Count Tassen, do you truly not intend to step forward?"
The situation he desperately hoped wouldn't happen, occurred.
The demon had called his na.
"Wh-what is this nonsense?"
"Count, is it true? Wh-what on earth is this..."
Those standing near him moved away simultaneously, as if by agreent.
Astonishnt, suspicion, betrayal, anger.
Various emotions swirled in the people's eyes as they looked at the Marquis. So shocked, he forgot to deny it imdiately and stared up at Pascal with dazed eyes.
"Must I call your knight, Piet, for you to step forward?"
At the ntion of another na, the smile the Count had barely maintained cracked. He instinctively turned his gaze towards Duke Bellasia, the leader of this subjugation team.
"......"
The Duke's eyes were calmly settled. But he, as a vassal, knew better than anyone that a greater anger than ever before lay dormant within them.
"Prove it with your own words. Whether what that demon says is true."
At the voice laden with quiet fury, Count Tassen barely regained his senses.
If he showed any more suspicious behavior, there would truly be no going back.
It was true he had coveted the demon's power and the ensuing luck and wealth, but he didn't desire them enough to lose a noble's pride and honor, so he frantically shook his head.
"No! This is just the demon's trick to sow discord among us! I swear before Beshart that I have absolutely never worshipped a demon or the like!"
To prove his innocence, he drew the sword at his waist, held it to his own neck, and shouted.
"If I were truly a demon worshipper, I would cut my own throat right here, right now! Anyone who worships a demon deserves death!"
Just as suspicion was beginning to fade at his desperate protest.
"Tsk, tsk. No need for that. I can just show everyone directly."
Pascal, who had been watching the comical performance, calmly delivered the final bomb to him with a face full of delight.
"You who summoned . To grant your wish, I shall personally lead everyone here to destruction."
His body emitted a huge light, as if about to burst, and he laughed with a bizarre and chilling voice.
"Offer your blood, flesh, life, everything, and beco a part of ."
As he stretched out his hand, a large, black shadow lood over their heads.
Before anyone could even open their mouths, Count Tassen, startled by the sensation of his neck constricting, dropped his sword.
"G-gyaaah!"
And then, terrified by the demon's call, he chose to flee.
Unaware of the condemning gazes directed at him.
Of course, Count Tassen's attempt to flee could not succeed.
"Seize him."
Duke Bellasia, who had been watching this standoff with calm eyes, gave the order.
But before the knights could move to obey, red smoke rising from the ground quickly seized him.
"L-let go!"
The Count struggled with all his might, but it was useless. The more he moved, the tighter the red smoke gripped his body.
Pulled by the smoke, he shot up into the air and found himself face to face with Pascal. Only then, feeling the fear up close, did he shut his mouth.
"To think your words of worshipping were all lies. How sad."
He said this in a voice that didn't sound sad at all, and he opened his palm for all to see.
"You hurt my feelings, so you must pay the price, right?"
And then he clenched it tightly.
At his gesture, the red smoke binding the Count swelled in volu and swallowed him whole in an instant.
As his neck constricted and his airways blocked, Count Tassen, thinking this was the end, began to shed tears.
Hoping soone would save him, he looked down at the crowd of people below.
But his vision was already blurring, and the people's forms began to blur into colors. Only when a hint of pink flashed before his eyes did he finally understand what Flora's lip movents, which he had tried to read earlier, had ant.
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