Clank!
A violent clash echoed as Pridiya used the repulsive power to lightly increase the distance between her and her opponent. Upon seeing a giant, snake-like demon swallow the
raging giant
she sheathed her blue sword.
Ensis frowned
slightly at her actions.
What are you
doing all of a sudden?
Pridiya shrugged and gestured towards the demon with her chin.
lust continue what you were doing. My purpose here has been fulfilled.
What the hell does that...
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ! !
The Kingdoms troops and knights, having arrived just in ti, began to flood the area. One knight, upon seeing Ensis, approached him at high speed and shouted.
Ensis Baltas! ! !
Ensis, who noticed the knight, glared emotionlessly at Pridiya.
You must take responsibility this ti.
Pridiya nodded and responded.
? Responsibility? Hmm. I dont think Ill be the one taking that.
Sir Ensis Baltas!
Ensis directed the knight, who
was picking up the massive sword 'Molar that had fallen on the ground.
Arrest her as respectfully as
possible. Shes an 'Expert, so dont provoke her.
Yes!
After giving his orders, Ensis
turned away from Pridiya and left to deal with the demons body that was swallowing the giant. The knight, following Ensis orders, approached
Pridiya with utmost respect and caution.
I hope you cooperate as much as possible, as you just heard.
Wait.
Pridiya, who had halted the knight with her hand, began to rummage through her pockets, searching for sothing.
Where did I put it... I definitely had it with when I left... Oh, its
here! Now, take a look at this.
She handed the knight a neatly folded piece of paper. Pridiya gestured
for
the knight to open it.
Open it.
Yes.
As the knight unfolded the paper, a poorly drawn picture was revealed.
The
picture vaguely resembled a human figure. Pridiya opened her eyes
wide and smiled.
Oh, Im sorry. I accidentally gave you a picture of my pupils face. Its
cute, isnt it?
The knight was genuinely perplexed.
fIs this cute...?
He wondered how she could
find the emotion of cuteness in the
picture, but
he swallowed his question.
Now, here it is. This is
the correct one.
Yes...
The knights eyes widened
as he opened the paper that Pridiya
had handed him. He asked, bewildered.
I-Is this... Is this real?
Pridiya nodded slightly.
Of
course, its real. Theres the stamp
there.
The
unmistakable seal of the king of the
Northern Kingdom. As
a knight, he imdiately recognized the seal as genuine.
The
flashy titles and frivolous lines on
the paper could be summarized simply.
Full immunity.
No matter what the owner of this docunt did, the Northern Kingdom would not
hold her responsible. The knight asked in a bewildered voice.
Where did you get this...?
Uhmm. When did I get this?
Pridiya tapped her lips in contemplation, then shrugged.
I dont rember
exactlybut I killed an evil god worshipper a little while
ago and then received this from the king. The king said that I
was a benefactor of the kingdom
and
he gave it to .
I brought this today just in case, but who wouldve thought
I would really need this
right?
Her two blue eyes
curved softly.
So, its okay if
I go now? I have soone
to visit.
* * *
Cloudy eyes lost focus. Writhing Curiosity
looked
at with her only intact eye and smiled.
How are your eyes?
Writhing Curiosity responded while hugging
Mother
tightly.
Sadly, I cant see anything. But there must be
a
way to recover at least one eye. I already have a few
thods in mind.
fKill!!!
Mother demanded to be released imdiately, but
the demon couldnt hear her. Writhing Curiosity lowered
her head slightly and asked Mother.
Do you want another kiss?
'KILL!!!
Mother
raised her hands, showing her two middle
fingers. The demon grinned and released Mother from her
grasp. Mother, now free, quickly ran
into my arms. I held Mother, who
had
jumped
into my arms.
'Kill
kill!! !
The sorrow caused by Writhing Curiosity and the
grumbling towards her exploded. I patted Mother on the back and asked the demon.
I ca here because you asked to, but do we
have
to keep talking in this alley?
I was slightly uncomfortable exposing Mother in
such
an open space.
Of course not. lust a mont.
A secret door disguised as a wall opened as Writhing
Curiosity touched various parts of the alley. The demon entered the door and beckoned .
Follow . Hurry. Let serve you tea.
Yes.
I followed the demon into her secret hideout. As I entered, the door began to close slowly behind .
We walked down a stone hallway, lit with minimal light. Suddenly, I felt a soft palm on my neck.
Mother
with her arms outstretched, rubbed my neck. Her eyes were more serious than ever.
I asked
with a smile.
Whats
wrong?
'Kill!
She explained she was erasing the traces left by the evil demon. I realized the places Mother rubbed were the sa ones
the demon had kissed repeatedly.
Had the demon left a mark on my body under the guise of a kiss?
Did you leave any traces?
I didnt. Im already exhausted from todays efforts, why would I do that?
Writhing Curiosity, swinging her mole and giving a bewitching smile, turned and continued down the long hallway.
Her hands stopped wiping my neck. As I lowered my head slightly, I saw
Mother about
to kiss my neck, which she had just
wiped. Her eyes were closed, her lips trembling, and her
face was red as if it was about to explode.
I smiled and kept my promise.
Smack.
'Kill?! Kill?!?!
Mother asked, with tightly closed eyes, if it was what she thought had
just touched
her forehead.
Mother, I kept my promise.
'Kill!!!!!
Violent protests erupted, claiming this was invalid because she didnt
get to enjoy
it properly.
Were here. Co in.
I heard the demons voice. I quickly moved and followed the demon.
The
secret place
was quite different from what I had
imagined.
I had pictured a dark and gloomy place, but the secret hideout was
just an ordinary
family house.
Writhing Curiosity
gestured to a chair at the table.
Sit here, both of
you. Ill
bring you so tea.
I placed Mother in
the chair
and sat down. Mother
sat and pondered
about sothing.
Finally, having finished thinking, she tapped my forearm.
Yes?
'Kill, kill.
She explained that
no matter
how much she thought
about it, that was too sudden and
too quick, and it was unfair. Mother, who closed her eyes again, trembled as she brushed away
the hair that covered her forehead.
'Kill!
She asked to quickly do it again formally. Before
I could do anything, the demon returned with the tea, smiling playfully and briefly kissing Mothers forehead.
Smack.
Mother saw, raising her trembling eyebrows, the smile of a genuinely cruel demon kissing her forehead.
Did you like it?
Bewildernt. Perplexity. Surprise.
And anger.
Her delicate hands were trembling. Mother clenched her fists, sprang from her seat, and jumped.
'KILL!!!!!
Her attack was nimble, like that of a kitten. Her fists exploded over the demons face.
Puck!
Mother, sit with
.
'Kill?!
The demon grabbed
Mother, who had jumped up with one hand, and took her into her arms. Despite Mothers violent resistance, Writhing Curiosity barely acknowledged her struggle and
held out a teacup
to .
Have a drink.
Then Ill drink it, thanks.
I took a sip, but again, there was no taste. To , it was just warm water.
The Mother of Corruption should drink it too. I brought the tea with the sweetest scent on purpose.
'Kill!!!
She declared she would never touch sothing that this wicked and teasing evil demon offered. Seeing Mothers sullen face, Writhing Curiosity smiled.
This tea pairs really well with this cookie, you know? Try it quickly.
The demon quickly picked up a cookie from the plate and shoved it into Mothers mouth.
'Kill...?!
Mother scread resolutely and tried to spit out the cookie, but soon she tasted the cookies with the tip of her tongue
and her eyes widened. Seeing this, the demon took a teacup
and put it in Mothers hand as if waiting.
Drink this. It will taste three tis better.
The sweet sll emanated from the tea. A deep conflict erupted in Mothers eyes while she chewed on the snack.
Pride as a god and desire and curiosity for delicious snacks.
Mother, torn between her ideals and reality, eventually closed her eyes tightly and tasted the tea.
'Kill...!
Unknowingly exclaiming, 'Oh, its incredibly delicious ...! Mother glanced at the demons eyes. Writhing Curiosity spoke
as if waiting.
Im really sorry for making fun of you earlier. It was because Mother of Corruption was so cute and lovable, so please
forgive for that. Oh, and there are many more, so you
can eat as much as you want.
The demon
took a step back and apologized. Mother pondered for a while, chewing the sweets in her mouth, and then slowly opened her mouth.
'Kill.
I relayed
her thoughts with a smile.
She said
she will let it slide
just this ti.
The demon
chuckled.
Really? Thats a relief.
Mother, who finally had emptied
the guilt, moved
her hand as if dancing and shoved the sweets into her mouth. The demon skillfully poured tea again and offered it to Mother.
Mother, who took the teacup and
drank it, smiled
broadly.
'Kill!!!
She was strongly moved by the delicious taste. I
smiled. Mother looked as if she had never been angry in the first place.
By the way, where is your daughter?
Writhing Curiosity smiled brightly.
She died. A long ti ago.
I shouldnt have asked that. The demon looked at
my face and grinned again.
No need to be sorry. If my daughter were still
alive, that would be even weirder. Shes
a human from the days of the Ancient Empire.
What?
Ancient Empire? So how long has that demon been
in that body? That was too strange. Even
though a part of her body was taken out on
this earth, she ended with only one eye being
blinded.
Then your husband...?
Writhing Curiosity blinked her eyes a few
tis
and smiled.
Husband?
I didnt have
a husband. When I
first
took possession of this body, I received
in return for sothing, the owner of this
body was already pregnant.
The demon
took a sip of
the teacup placed
in front of her and looked around with a thoughtful look.
You know
that? Theres
a little bit of unwritten rule between us, who you all call demons, about possessing soone.
Really?
Yeah, we
have.
Writhing Curiosity ate
a cookie and continued.
We dont want to give
birth to a child with a body we possess. Especially giving birth to a child directly with a womans body. Do
you know why?
I thought for a mont
but couldnt co up with a proper answer.
Why?
Because...-
Writhing Curiosity
slowly stroked Mothers head.
Slap!
'Kill!
Mother slapped the
demons hand, saying she was disturbing her while eating. Writhing Curiosity smiled and started talking again.
Our purpose is to
relish this world to its fullest and then depart. However, if we bear a child, we develop a strong 'attachnt that surpasses re enjoynt. This 'attachnt
eventually morphs into 'regret. In essence, everyone does this to avoid feeling sorrow from leaving too much regret in the body they will only inhabit temporarily.
The demon instinctively tried to raise her hand over Mothers head again. Sensing the movent, Mother quickly turned to look at Writhing Curiosity, who hastily withdrew her hand
and continued speaking.
Naturally, we all succumb to curiosity at least once, so most demons have had children during possession. However
those who have already had a child dont repeat the act with
the
sa body. As my na suggests, I accepted the deal offered by the owner of this body out of curiosity and bore
a truly wonderful and
beautiful daughter.
The
demons eyes, as she recounted the story of her daughter, shone brighter than ever.
My
daughter, Ceylon, was incredibly intelligent and stunningly beautiful. Ill exclusively show you and the Mother
of Corruption what my
daughter has created.
She
retrieved the box I had taken and opened it. The box-shaped relic, imbued with the Divinity of Maintenance, had
the power to preserve
the items inside it in their original
state.
Inside the open box, a variety of miscellaneous
items were neatly arranged.
A crudely drawn picture, a ring made of twisted
iron thread, a brass hairpin, and a collection of handcrafted trinkets. These were the treasures cherished by the demon.
This is a portrait of that Ceylon drew when
she was five, and this ring was ticulously crafted when she was eight. And this
The demon was so enthusiastic that she pointed out each item, providing a detailed explanation. Her voice
filled with maternal affection, narrated each items story. I listened
quietly.
After a
while, Writhing Curiosity, having finished her lengthy explanation, turned to with a smile, her
mole twitching.
Do you
rember the sword you brought when we first t? The one with the jagged teeth.
Was she
referring to the Butcher?
Yes, but why bring it up now?
Writhing Curiosity responded with a broad smile.
At the ti, I didnt ntion it because I didnt want to seem like I was boasting about my daughter, but
she was the one who crafted it.
Really?
Could you bring it out for a mont? I want to show you sothing interesting.
I retrieved the Butcher from my inventory and handed it to the demon. Writhing Curiosity, upon receiving the Butcher, licked her lips and murmured an ancient phrase in a low
voice.
Its translation was quite simple.
Always my beloved mother, Elisha.
As soon as the demon finished speaking, a vibrant ancient script appeared on the Butchers blade.
- Ceylon, the empires first craftsman. Her sixth creation.
Writhing Curiosity handed back the Butcher and spoke to cheerfully.
See? Was I not correct?
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