54. If you’re not good at it, practice more! If you can’t afford to lose, don’t play!
“Hehe~ It turns out even our noble and powerful Angel Miss can look so disheveled? Oh dear, why do I feel inexplicably pleased about this?”
“Heh! Aren’t you just trying to provoke me on purpose? Besides, didn’t you see something even more embarrassing than this back then?”
“Uh… it seems that’s true… eh heh?”
“You idiot… ugh!”
In the face of Evelyn’s proud and teasing remarks, Emilia pierced through her intentions with a single sentence. In response, Evelyn playfully acted cute, trying to charm her way out of it, while Emilia raised her hand, intending to pinch Evelyn’s soft little face to teach her a lesson. However, Emilia overestimated her current physical condition; merely raising her hand for that small action tore open a wound that had just started to heal.
“How did you get hurt so badly!?”
Only now did Evelyn notice the gruesome wounds on Emilia’s body. She squatted down and examined Emilia’s injuries with great concern, and all her subtle expressions fell into Emilia’s eyes.
“…Why are you suddenly so concerned about me?”
Something is off, very off. This morning, she had been acting as if my death was none of her business, yet the moment she saw my injuries, she became so flustered…
“Eh, eh, eh? Why even ask!? You’re still my roommate! I’m not some heartless demon like a stone, of course, I’d be worried when I see you hurt!”
“Is—Is that so—”
Although Emilia was seriously injured, her nature of enjoying teasing Evelyn remained unchanged. Coupled with the fact that she had just recognized her feelings when she was on the verge of death, she spoke to Evelyn with a noticeably flirtatious tone.
Of course, our Devil Miss isn’t like Emilia, a seasoned tease. She’s more like a true weak receiver, similar to a certain Blood Clan Grand Princess (not)! So she wouldn’t be able to detect the subtle changes in Emilia’s tone.
“Dammit (*explicit curse*)! You two bastards! Don’t act like I’m dead!!!”
Just as the atmosphere became strange, a frantic voice rang out not far away. Evelyn and Emilia’s expressions darkened as they simultaneously turned to glare at the Black-robed Man who had just crawled up from the ruins. He was holding that eerie, glowing blood bead and glaring fiercely at Evelyn, who had come to save the situation.
“Bastard! Do you have to come and mess with me every time I’m about to succeed? Last time it was that angel, this time it’s you! I was planning to wait a few more days to find you, letting you live a little longer! Since you want to die so badly, I’ll help you! [Corpse Taker]! Tear her apart!”
As the Black-robed Man howled in desperation, the Corpse Takers, who had been tightly bound in place by tentacles, suddenly glowed with bloodlust! Their once dormant bodies began to struggle wildly, severed limbs and chunks of flesh writhing in an attempt to break free from the tentacle’s control—however, minutes passed, and while limbs and arms continued to struggle, the black-scaled tentacles remained unmoving, firmly binding the massive bodies of the Corpse Takers.
“How… is this possible!? Cunning demon, what have you done!?”
“Uh… I didn’t do anything… just an ordinary summoning magic…”
Faced with the Black-robed Man’s furious questioning, Evelyn awkwardly scratched her head. She had merely summoned a few tentacles using her most frequently used summoning magic to wrap around those big guys. If they couldn’t break free, it was their own fault for being so weak; it had nothing to do with her, Evelyn.
By the way, these tentacles she summoned actually belonged to Uncle Belial, part of him as one of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell, representing the sin of sloth—specifically, part of the legendary demon pillar. As for Uncle Belial’s strength and status… it’s probably on par with that of the Six-Winged Angels in Heaven.
And considering the strength in the mortal realm… aside from the legendary holy sword and holy spear known to humans, there probably isn’t anything else that could cut these tentacles.
So, practice more! If you can’t afford to lose, don’t play!
“Heh… do you really think binding my Corpse Takers will allow you to defeat me? Dream on! Next, you’ll witness the true blessings bestowed upon us by the Deity!”
Oh? There’s a trump card?
Evelyn looked at the Black-robed Man with interest, watching as he revealed a fervent expression, raising the blood bead high above his head while chanting something. In the next moment, the Corpse Takers, originally bound by the tentacles, instantly disintegrated, their skeletal remains flying towards the Black-robed Man—or rather, the blood bead in his hand.
This is…
Countless remnants of corpses climbed onto the Black-robed Man’s body, but instead of showing any fear, his face was filled with even more fervor—soon, a super gigantic Corpse Taker, standing over twenty meters tall with a blood bead embedded in its chest, appeared before Evelyn and Emilia.
And the Black-robed Man had replaced the Corpse Taker’s original head, exposing only his upper body. The cloak that had covered his face disappeared, revealing a twisted visage hidden beneath. Even more terrifyingly, his face was now seemingly crawling with crimson veins, which made his already horrendous appearance even more ghastly.
So ugly…
That was Evelyn’s first thought upon seeing this thing.
And why does it feel like some classic antagonist from a Tokusatsu series with a ridiculous design?
This thing can’t possibly be a live target like that series’ villains, right?
For some reason, such ridiculous thoughts suddenly popped into Evelyn’s mind.
“Hey! Evelyn! If things go south, just run! Go find the Church or the Night Watchman for help!”
At that moment, Emilia, who had just barely regained her standing ability, urgently shouted at Evelyn. Upon hearing this, Evelyn immediately entered a dazed state, looking at Emilia in disbelief.
Run? With such an ugly and foul-smelling live target? Why would she run? If she actually ran, where would the face of a Hell Princess go?
Oh, Emilia doesn’t know her identity, that’s fine…
“Don’t worry, Emilia~ Even though I seem weak, I still have plenty of trump cards~”
Evelyn smiled mysteriously, and suddenly, a crimson magic circle lit up in the palm of her hand behind her back.
Theoretically, the size and complexity of the magic circle determine the power of the spell. And at this moment, the summoning magic circle in the palm of Evelyn’s hand, though not even as large as a hand, was extraordinarily complex to an astonishing degree…
PS: Hehe, begging for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~ (And please, let’s get some follow-up reads, it’s very important! Please! o(╥﹏╥)o )
