Chapter 29
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Want to Watch Before You Go?
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Rebecca dreamed.
A dream where a warm light enveloped her so completely it seemed to embrace the entire world.
Her lips curved upward at the sweet, tender touch, like a lover's embrace.
She wanted to delve even deeper into that light.
With every breath, a crisp freshness she'd never known pierced her lungs. If she just closed her eyes like this, wouldn't she drift into the most peaceful sleep of her life?
Maybe this was the divine kingdom the church always preached about.
The light surrounding her gradually took shape, revealing itself clearly.
Huge horns, deep navy skin, a sturdy physique, and an enormous cock.
"Ah."
It was the Demon King.
The one who had tormented and intimidated her.
But right now, she didn't care where this light came from.
As long as it felt good.
She wanted to keep savoring this sensation softly cradling her heart.
Rebecca closed her eyes and nestled into the Demon King's arms.
She sighed in relief as his gentle hand stroked her face.
-Forget them. All the troubles you carried. They're no longer yours.
-Live solely for me from now on. In return, I'll grant you greater power and a blissful future.
She grasped the hand of that voice.
The moment her fingers closed around its firm back, every worldly worry melted away.
She forgot.
Why she'd suffered so much.
What had driven her to cling to life so desperately.
None of it mattered to Rebecca anymore.
'I want to stay like this forever.'
Her mind faded into the distance.
Within that hazy consciousness, Rebecca slipped into a new kind of repose.
She opened her eyes with a crystal-clear mind.
Could she feel any more refreshed than this?
It was a clarity no prayer had ever brought her.
The lingering heartaches that endless recitations of scripture could never dispel were now utterly gone.
No need to think of beggars sprawled in the streets.
No need to fret over starving children.
No need to safeguard citizens huddling behind city walls for protection.
No need to chafe against the countless canons she was bound to as a member of the Order of Saintesses.
This had set Rebecca free.
"Haa."
She was no longer part of the Order of Saintesses.
Serving the Order had been her lifelong dream and ambition.
Yet losing it left her heart so light.
Rebecca didn't dwell on it.
'I'm a Holy Demoness now. All I have to do is fulfill my duty to the Order of Holy Demonesses.'
She'd received her new mission.
As a Holy Demoness.
To protect the Demon King.
Rebecca belatedly took stock of where she lay.
It was a fairly spacious room.
Structured much like the upscale inns common in the human world.
Complete with a bed.
A soft bed that had no business being in a dungeon.
A dungeon with bedding like this—what on earth...
Definitely no ordinary dungeon.
"Are you awake?"
Amy stood right in front of her.
She stood calmly, utterly unashamed in clothing that bared nearly her entire body.
Rebecca could sense it.
Amy's divine aura—something no Saintess could ever detect.
Gazing at her made Rebecca's head bow instinctively, a deep respect welling up from within.
Rebecca unconsciously traced the sign of the cross.
A habit from her Saintess days, the only way she knew to express faith.
"Lady Amy?"
"The Demon King has assigned you a mission, Miss Rebecca."
"The Demon King... a mission?"
"He wants you to head to the church that sent you, kill the bishop, and erase all traces of me."
"Traces of you..."
"So they won't bother dispatching more investigation teams."
Right.
Even her foolish past self had come rushing after hearing of Amy's disappearance.
To ensure no pursuit squads followed, action was necessary.
Amy finished speaking and held out a black iron mask.
"When you venture into the human world, wear this mask. You still can't conceal your power properly."
"My power?"
"Look in the mirror."
Rebecca glanced at the mirror hanging on the wall, as Amy instructed.
A vivid red inverted pentagram was etched boldly on her cheek.
A chilling aura emanated from the tattoo.
"It's the Demon King's power inscribed on you. It manifests differently for each person, but yours turned out in quite the striking spot."
"Where's yours, Lady Saintess...?"
Amy lifted the edge of her skirt, which covered just below her navel.
The succubus's Erotic Tattoo stood out clearly.
"Embarrassingly, his grace marked me right here."
"Ah."
"Anyway, you absolutely must wear the mask. It'd draw unwanted suspicion otherwise."
"Yes, understood."
Rebecca slipped on the iron mask that covered from her nose to her chin, as if entranced.
Despite its cold touch, she showed no discomfort.
On the contrary, her eyes gleamed with ecstasy, as if she'd received a profound blessing, as she admired her masked reflection.
"Haaa... the Demon King's scent..."
His bodily aroma clung to the mask, continuously teasing her nostrils.
It felt as though he were right there beside her always.
Amy watched the scene fondly, then clasped her hands and chanted a prayer.
"May Father Demon King graciously watch over us..."
She recited a prayer to the Demon King, adapted from the church's liturgy. Black bands swirled around Rebecca.
They glowed as they bestowed buffs upon her.
Her mind, clouded by his lingering scent, sharpened once more.
"Come with me. To that church that dispatched you. It's time for revenge."
"Yes..."
As they headed out, the moans of women reached Rebecca's ears.
"What is that sound?"
"Ah, the cries of ecstasy from those female knights who were once your subordinates. Unfortunately, they couldn't become proper vessels for the Demon King, so now they're just goblin breeding stock."
"Ah."
There had been subordinates whose names she couldn't even recall.
Pitiful girls who'd followed her foolish self.
Some had even shared her bed once.
"Want to take a peek before we go?"
Rebecca shook her head.
Past bonds held no meaning for the Holy Demoness she'd become.
"Good. Then let's get moving. We have to complete his command swiftly—that's the only way to quench the thirst you're feeling right now."
Amy flashed a sly smile and draped a gray robe over her provocative figure.
Rebecca took the lead, stepping out of the dungeon.
Brimming with conviction to fulfill the Demon King's mission.
"Amy has set off for the Aslan Kingdom with Rebecca."
"How long did they say?"
"If they carry it out properly, about a month at most."
"Longer than I thought."
I glanced at Rebecca's former subordinate knights, panting beneath the goblins.
Led by the female goblin captain, the males ravaged the human women in a scene straight out of the wild.
Regrettably, they hadn't been able to fully accept my power and had shattered instead.
No need to force broken vessels—not yet that desperate.
'Would've preferred breeding them with higher-grade monsters.'
It chafed that goblins were the only monsters capable of breeding right now.
Couldn't exactly mate them with stone constructs like gargoyles.
Even if they could, compatibility issues.
"Joha!! Hngg! Goblin cock so goooood!!!"
"Nguuuh!!!"
Their minds utterly collapsed, they'd forgotten any knightly pride and heaved alongside the goblins.
"Hope they pop out some stronger goblins, at least."
That way, breeding with goblins would've been worth it.
I left the women—who'd become nothing but breeding stock—behind and headed for the dungeon entrance.
"You're really going out?"
"Yeah. Can't hole up in the dungeon forever."
Time to scout the forest and nearby human village—maybe sniff out the other overlords lurking in the woods.
Had to crush them soon if we wanted to expand our dungeon further.
"If you die outside the dungeon, revival will be tricky."
"Doesn't matter with you here, Yulia. You'll bail me out if things get dicey."
"I appreciate the trust, but still..."
Yulia's lips twitched.
"Then at least let me give you a simple disguise."
"You can do that?"
"Disguise is one of a succubus's specialties."
Yulia smiled brightly and pressed her index finger to my forehead.
She murmured softly, and a liquid-like light flowed from her fingertip, enveloping my body.
It felt like I'd been doused in rippling water all over—moments later, my skin began shifting to a peachy human tone.
In under a minute, I'd transformed into an ordinary human male, nearly two meters tall.
"It won't wear off unless you're hit with an aura-infused attack."
"Hm, thanks. Should keep me undercover."
Satisfied with Yulia's handiwork, I turned to her.
"Alright, let's head out."
"Me too?"
"Yeah. Were you planning to stay? You're my most trusted secretary, after all."
"But then who's guarding the dungeon...?"
"We've got the gargoyle. It's a solid 3-star boss-grade monster—plenty capable of holding down the fort while we're gone."
"Ah, right..."
Yulia nodded and cast the same spell on herself.
"Keep the dungeon safe while I'm away."
I patted the gargoyle's knee as it stood in the boss room.
-Grrk.
The gargoyle nodded, shedding a sprinkle of sand dust.
Now a perfect human couple, we stepped out of the dungeon.
Grrk.
The gargoyle watched our backs and waved a hand.
Boom!
It accidentally grazed the dungeon ceiling.
"Aigoo, welcome!"
Lorangleble Village, linked to Dibel Forest.
A modest mountain hamlet, steadily growing thanks to the dungeon in that forest.
The village chief greeted today's adventurer party, noting how much larger the place had become in under two months.
"Whoo, what a massive build you've got. Heh heh."
"This is pretty average, no?"
The man called himself ordinary, but his near-two-meter frame scoffed at the notion.
"H-Haha. Of course, totally average."
The chief nodded hastily under the man's piercing gaze.
"Here to conquer the dungeon, I take it?"
The man pondered the chief's question briefly before shaking his head.
"Nah, just wandering Dibel Forest. Nicer town than expected."
"Hahaha, you bet. Even better lately with all the new faces. Hahaha."
The chief eyed the woman standing beside the giant man.
He'd seen plenty of adventurers pass through, but none this stunning.
His eyes lit up involuntarily.
'Dangerous.'
His instincts screamed that her gaze was perilously alluring.
Staring even a moment longer into those all-consuming eyes might make him lose himself without realizing.
Pure survival instinct.
Chills ran down his spine.
He sensed catastrophe looming.
"Pl-Planning to stay awhile?"
He prayed they wouldn't.
He wanted them gone from the village right now.
"Hmm, not overnight, but a meal sounds good."
"F-Food? We've got plenty."
"That so?"
The chief breathed a sigh of relief that they'd be leaving soon, at least.
Folks this extraordinary always spelled trouble for the village.
In a backwoods spot where average lifespan barely hit fifty, the chief—pushing sixty—relied on his honed gut sense, now blaring alarms.
"This way, please."
He had to hustle them out quick, or disaster would strike.
'God... protect this village.'
The lifelong skeptic chief found himself praying without thinking.
A prey animal's unconscious bid for survival.
And he never imagined.
That the two visitors were watching him with razor-sharp eyes.