Chapter 66: Opening Act (Part 1)

Where on earth do these monsters keep popping up from?

Ancient demons.

According to that demon’s explanation, there are only four ancient demons left.

Among them, the ancient demons I know are Rose, the demon in front of me, and if it’s a forgotten goddess, it’s

probably Lucifer, whom I talked to for a while in the gap where I was sealed.

Ancient demons, then are there ancient humans?

I had a question for a moment, but soon I erased that thought from my mind.

Anyway, that monster is just a creature on the verge of extinction.

It doesn’t seem like it doesn’t have any weaknesses.

If it was a perfect life form without weaknesses, more ancient demons would have survived in a grandiose war like the war of the gods.

I focused on the demon named Regulus, who is presumed to be one of the three commanders, one of the top

executives of Mephistopheles, who is walking through the pillar of light.

Tsk Tsk.

The demon dusted off his scorched shoulder and smiled contentedly.

“I didn’t expect much because that person said it was a failure, but you’re more interesting than I expected. I didn’t

expect you to know my name.”

It’s that person again.

Is the master of Mephistopheles, who comes out of the mouths of Rose and this demon, one of the two gods of the demons?

It can’t be Lucifer, so the only one I can guess is the demon who ordered Rose to seal me.

Well, it would be impossible for a demon with equal power to him to handle these demons.

Only a god of demons can control them.

I didn’t reveal that fact and asked with displeasure.

“So it is. Your name is Regulus.”

“…I didn’t expect you to know my name. I was hit by this one, but yes, it’s a proud name given to me by my God. So, I

would appreciate it if you would call me Regulus, not a mere demon.”

The demon said with a smile that he would not be treated the same as the current demons, and he insulted his fellow demons.

Did you say you can’t spit on a smiling face?

At the moment I was dumbfounded because I was dumbfounded, the man narrowed his eyes at me.

…Is there a snake in front of my eyes?

“Certainly, I hear a lot that I look like those insignificant creatures.”

“I think it’s a bad habit to listen to other people’s thoughts one by one.”

“I don’t listen because I want to, and as I said before, I can’t read everything.”

It’s a pretty convenient ability, the demon added, and it was a bonus that I frowned.

“I really don’t like you.”

“Oh? Still, isn’t my appearance or personality better than Rose’s?”

“…Not at all. Both of you are terrible.”

Rose Cyclamen or the demon in front of me were the same.

In the first place, Rose Cyclamen is a little better in terms of first impression, personality, and appearance.

Recalling the unlucky smile of Rose Cyclamen that was established in my memory, I distorted my face.

Yeah.

They’re all the same demons anyway, so what’s different?

But what is this uncomfortable feeling?

Seeing me wriggling my fingers for no reason, the demon, who smiled meaningfully, was about to say something to

me when Leticia blocked my path.

“I don’t know why vampires, demons, are so greedy.”

“Hmm. It doesn’t wear out just by looking.”

“It does. So don’t look at Charlotte without my permission. If you look at Charlotte with those eyes one more time, I’ll

burn your eyes out.”

“Ah, that’s a bit scary.”

Regulus, who cringes with an exaggerated gesture.

That appearance  looked like a demon frightened by Leticia.

If I hadn’t seen the smile on his lips, he would have looked really scared of Leticia.

Leticia knows that too, so she frowned and clicked her tongue at Regulus’s actions.

It’s a demon whose actions are all hateful and suspicious.

He must be one of the three strongest demons in that organization, except for the boss that the guy serves.

One of the ‘Three Commanders’, the top executives of Mephistopheles, Regulus.

An unknown demon with no information other than his name.

That demon said that he was the same ancient demon as Rose Cyclamen, so his strength must be similar to or below that of Rose.

Well, the higher the demon, the more eccentric they are.

He maintains a light attitude, but the creepy eyes that remind me of a snake and the attitude of naturally looking

down on others while smiling were showing from the beginning that he was a fairly high-ranking demon.

…Ah, that’s not it.

The demon as the emperor’s messenger used a manner of speech that lowered himself.

I couldn’t feel any incongruity in the process… No, I did.

It’s true that there were parts of his words that were questionable or strange.

‘But I didn’t feel the slightest bit of incongruity.’

I couldn’t feel the unpleasant mana peculiar to demons.

My Demonic Eye is special compared to the Demonic Eye of a normal demon.

It’s a cheat key that allows me to control my mana as well as see the opponent’s mana without leaving a single speck.

Furthermore, if I concentrate mana on my eyes, it’s a cheat key that has the ability to predict the opponent’s next

action by looking at the opponent’s movements and footsteps, even if only slightly.

Special eyes that cannot be hidden even if you try to hide them.

Is this thanks to the thick blood of the ancient demon Rose Cyclamen?

Or is it because the soul of a swordsman who reached the realm of transcendence dwells in a body that had no special abilities?

Although I don’t know the reason, I knew very well that my eyes were special.

Kiingㅡ.

The vertically split pupils turn red.

High-ranking vampires exert their power by sucking blood.

Every drop of blood flowing through the body reacts to the Demonic Eye.

And what I feel is a sense of elation.

Confidence and arrogance that I can absolutely overwhelm the opponent.

Even without sucking blood, Regulus, who momentarily didn’t move his legs, looked down at them and let out an

admiring sigh at the pupils that turned red and the changed atmosphere.

“This is… Indeed, it’s your power. It’s true… it’s like Rose’s child to exert the power of petrification even without

sucking blood. Well, Rose doesn’t need to suck blood, but even though human blood is mixed, it’s such sophisticated

control.”

It’s something that even Rose-nim has difficulty controlling the opponent’s blood, Regulus added as if he really didn’t

understand.

“It seems that my God’s judgment was slightly wrong. If you’re a failure, I can’t even expect a success… No, maybe his

judgment wasn’t wrong because an unexpected variable was in place. Although it’s new, Charlotte, do you have

any intention of coming over to our side even now?”

“You’re talking bullsh*t. Would you like to join an organization where there’s a pervert who expresses his desire with

his eyes because he liked your talent and wanted it?”

“Oh, it’s pure greed. Does the answer remain the same even though the only remaining blood relative is in our

organization?”

“If you’re talking about Rose Cyclamen, I’ll kill her.”

I quietly warned with a hardened expression.

There are no survivors among Charlotte Cyclamen’s family.

Because all those who were in the mansion that day, as well as the vassals who were dispatched to other places, were

purged by Rose Cyclamen.

So the only surviving blood relative was Rose Cyclamen.

Hearing my words, Regulus let out a hollow laugh and said casually.

“Rose is a wonderful mother. Among the ancient demons, there is no one who cares about their children as much as

her. In the first place, she still has affection for you and spares your life. Maybe Rose is still worried about you? Being

with insignificant creatures.”

Interest?

Affection?

Can you express killing your father, killing your younger sibling, and annihilating the entire family in front of the

person concerned as interest and affection?

I frowned and spat out a curse.

“Crazy b*stard.”

“Ahaha. Even if you haven’t experienced it directly, I’m still offended if you get angry.”

“…You!”

“Just because you’re wearing the shell of Charlotte Cyclamen doesn’t mean you can be Charlotte Cyclamen. Just as

insignificant things cannot handle the soul that has reached the realm of transcendence. Do you know?”

The distortion of your soul and body.

Your soul is stuck like a part that is forced to fit even though it doesn’t fit.

The guy, who had come close to me at some point, whispered in my ear, shining his snake-like eyes.

At that, the moment I widened my eyes, I heard the sound of something being cut along with the sound of the rough wind.

Splashㅡ.

And what I saw was Regulus’s arm, which had fallen to the ground, scattering purple blood.

I blinked.

Even Regulus didn’t expect this, so he opened his slender eyes a little wider and looked down at his severed arm,

muttering with a dazed look.

“Is it the blade of the wind? Honestly, I looked down on it. I didn’t understand the directive to be wary of the brat

party that couldn’t even kill the Demon King…”

Boom.

Regulus, who blocked the sharp blade that was trying to cut his neck with his other hand that was still attached, along

with the sound of the ground shaking, smiled distortedly.

“Now I understand. You are quite annoying enemies, the Hero’s party.”

Leo gave strength to the holy sword, which was emitting ferocious magic without hesitation, and kindly corrected

Regulus’s words.

“It’s the former Hero’s party, you damn demon b*stard.”