The Shepherds Are Dense – Chapter 751

Chapter 750
Echoes of Jealousy (Request monthly passes!)
“Yes, my lord. It is ready.”
The Mirror Demon respectfully conjured the contract before Alistair.
To prevent fraud, it wasn’t a paper contract but a ball of burning fire. While some intelligent demons might use such a method to deceive others, the Mirror Demon would never dare to lie to Alistair. It wasn’t that it couldn’t, but that it feared to.
After all, the other party wasn’t exactly a good person. This meant that she could, at any moment, arrive at its doorstep filled with rage. In such a situation, it was better to be cautious.
Alistair gave the contract a cursory glance and found no issues with it.
Rather than calling it a fair contract, it was more of a vague and lenient one.
The contract stipulated only one thing: if either party wished to betray or attack the other, they must declare war at least seventy-two hours in advance. Until the relationship broke down, both parties were to help each other as much as possible, but only to the extent that it did not affect themselves, with the degree of assistance left to personal discretion. Simultaneously, both parties had to exchange true names, ensuring they knew each other’s identities and would not use any information obtained to the detriment of the other.
The contract also included a clause for temporary summoning requests as part of the mutual assistance.
Overall, it was a rather defensive contract…
“Heh, so scared of me?”
Alistair briefly scanned the one-page contract and then signed her name at the end.
As soon as she signed, her name flashed with golden light, directly revealing Eivass’s former name—his name before being adopted by Old James.
“…Eivass Moriarty. Former name, Eivass Alexander…”
The Mirror Demon’s voice deepened, becoming incredulous, “W-wait… this name—?!”
Wasn’t this the new Eternal Pope that Count Dawn had been muttering about for a long time?!
He had brought immense trouble to Star Antimony, yet because of his benevolence, he had also granted Star Antimony a chance to breathe. He was seen as an enemy by many Star Antimony people, and as a savior by many others. Although he had never set foot in Star Antimony, his name had sparked discussions and controversies everywhere…
Shouldn’t he have succeeded the Pope and fallen into eternal slumber?!
Who was this woman—no, this female Child of the Moon!
The Mirror Demon couldn’t help but shudder.
It had initially worried about the other party ascending into a Great Demon after death, but now it began to worry about her becoming a Disciple or even a Heavenly Envoy!
“Now that you know my true name, and I know yours, I assume you won’t be running away, right?”
Alistair said with a smile, “You should know that those on the Path of Devotion aren’t bad people.”
“…Indeed, but…?”
The Mirror Demon felt like it was about to crash.
Clearly, it knew very little about high-ranking Devotees. It was completely unaware that while there were fewer truly wicked individuals among the higher-ups on the Path of Devotion, there were plenty of lunatics running around.
“Alright, the sun is also rising…”
Alistair narrowed her eyes, looking at the rising morning sun outside the window.
Because she hadn’t gone through the “sleep” process to make non-invasive contact with the Origin River of the Dream Realm and slowly replenish her mana, her mana hadn’t recovered. However, with the sun rising, her daily use abilities had all regained their usage counts.
The only regret was probably not being able to contact Isabel.
Alistair was not a Priest now.
She couldn’t use the Fire Worship technique, nor could she pray to the Candlemaster to obtain mana… but as a Child of the Moon, she had her own ways of recovering mana.
Alistair turned and walked towards Selene’s room.
About ten minutes later, she walked back with a slight blush on her cheeks.
As Alistair savored the strange yet intoxicating taste in her mouth…
“—This is mouthwash, my lord.”
A cup of water suddenly appeared beside her.
The Mirror Demon’s voice rang out, “What sort of breakfast would you like? Or was that just now considered breakfast?”
“What, starting to regret it now that you know your Master’s identity?”
Perched on the indoor coat rack like a decoration, the Night Demon finally couldn’t help but speak. “This kind of obsequious flattery… do you think Master will be fooled by you? Besides, do you even have the qualification to make breakfast?”
As the Mirror Demon became more attentive and solicitous, the Night Demon felt an increasingly strong sense of unease.
Although she had reached the Sixth Tier by absorbing Eivass’s Shepherd’s Blood and had helped Eivass deal with many powerful enemies… it was precisely because of this that she couldn’t transform into her true form as freely as Little Butterfly, and had to accompany Eivass in this foolish traveling form.
This also led to another problem.
She knew all of the Mirror Demon’s skills, yet she couldn’t manifest them on command like the Mirror Demon.
Moreover, the Night Demon knew that this damned mirror was definitely not innocent—it knew this and was deliberately flaunting its abilities in front of her!
The Mirror Demon was a demon on the same level as the Shadow Demon. To become a Mirror Demon, its soul had been branded with the Mark of Jealousy.
Just as the Shadow Demon was formed from the angry souls of those who had fallen from grace or were betrayed…
The Mirror Demon originated from malicious souls with intense voyeurism and control desires.
Those who wished to know others’ secrets, control their freedom, and manipulate their fate, if they committed egregious acts because of it… for example, taking another’s life without remorse, their souls would degenerate into Mirror Demons.
Those fervent followers who wished to possess their idols exclusively, or spouses and parents with extreme possessiveness over their partners or children, or tabloid reporters who would stop at nothing, or wicked servants who tried to control their young masters with their own will…
When they degenerated into Mirror Demons, they lost their “hands” and were left with only “eyes.” Lacking a physical form, no matter how much they saw, they couldn’t reach out and do anything. Their unsatisfied desires would become even more extreme, causing their souls to fall further.
Having such beings approach Eivass… and Alistair, only made the Night Demon feel intense unease.
She wished she could shatter this mirror with a single claw!
She wished she could tear it to pieces! Tear it to pieces!
“Don’t worry, Viness…”
After rinsing her mouth, Alistair hugged Little Crow and gently soothed her, “You’ve been following me since the very beginning, haven’t you?”
She comforted her for quite a while before Little Crow’s jealousy was somewhat abated.
Two holders of the Mark of Jealousy together; it felt like their jealousy could bounce off each other infinitely…
Speaking of which, if two holders of the Mark of Wrath were together, would they get so angry that their bellies would swell…
…So this was the Path of Corruption.
“Corruption” itself was unidirectional, but when different corrupted beings interacted, new “easier” paths could emerge…
Alistair vaguely felt that she was beginning to understand the concept of the Fallen Heavenly Envoy.
She shook her head, dispelling herOverthinking.
“Let’s go, you two—”
She called to the two demons, who looked like they could argue here all afternoon, “Open the door for me. We’re going to Alphonse von Piloty’s house.
“…I’m going to give him a truly surprising surprise.”
“Yes, my lord.”
The Mirror Demon immediately replied.
But another question arose in its own mind:
—Hey, wait?
…Speaking of which, wasn’t I planning to go back to the Dream Realm for a vacation?
It had no time to ponder before instinctively throwing itself back into overtime work after its presumed resignation.
(End of Chapter)