The Brother and Sister's Vengeance
In the corner of the Gray Count's daughter's hall stood a beautiful blonde maiden. To Ron, who had witnessed his own mother, she remained composed and steady in mind.
Here, there was no room for displaying emotion.
He must not offer them utter despair, nor must he grant them any hope of survival before plunging them into despair.
"Very good. Within five minutes they had stepped outside on their own initiative. How wise of them."
Ron spoke, praising them. Hearing his words, the nobles thought they had been saved and sighed in relief.
Ron was not experienced in such matters, but he had learned from the back of his shoulder, and he strove to his utmost with the knowledge he had gained by his own eyes.
"Who among you is the Gray Count?"
First, Ron asked who the Gray Count was. Of course, he already knew.
Since he had declared war on the Gray Count's fief, he had already ascertained in advance who the lord and castle master of the Gray Count's domain was.
However, the Gray Count had not dared to come forward, fearing he might be in danger.
Already more than one hundred knights had been killed, their bodies piled everywhere as evidence of the Fury of the Dark. The sight of the corpses allowed them to see for themselves.
Some people made disgusted faces, as if they wanted to vomit at the sight of the dead knights, but they endured it out of fear that if they did not, they would die.
And Ron spoke.
"It seems the Gray Count wanted to die with you all together."
"T-this person is the Gray Count!"
"Yes, this is the Gray Count!"
Before Ron finished speaking, several of the collateral nobles of the Gray Count family pointed fingers at the Gray Count, who was the father of Andrew.
"Y-you bastards!"
The Gray Count's face twisted in shock at the betrayal of his collaterals. It seemed he had not anticipated this situation of being denounced.
However, the collaterals were now extremely terrified of the knights' corpses surrounding them. They were neither his father nor the Gray Count himself; they were mere collaterals, so without hesitation they denounced the Gray Count to Ron to ensure their own survival.
"Truly loyal subjects."
Ron spoke mockingly to the Gray Count. The Gray Count glared at the collaterals in anger, but the collaterals flinched and avoided his gaze, yet did not offer any apology.
For them, Ron, who seemed likely to kill them immediately, was more terrifying than the Gray Count who would one day take revenge.
"Well then, first there is something to be taken back."
Ron spoke, then pulled his own mother, who stood beside Andrew, toward himself with magic power. His mother came floating over with unfocused eyes.
'The mind is shattered.'
Ron, the black mage, immediately understood his mother's condition.
His mother was in a state where her mind had been greatly damaged. However, it was not completely shattered; it was so painful that she had fallen into a deep sleep to protect herself from the agony, forgetting the pain.
His mother's rationality was now asleep. Thus, despite the passage of thirteen years, she could not even look at the son before her eyes.
"T-then, do you wish for this woman?"
Although Ron's appearance somewhat resembled his mother, his hair was not the pure golden color but a reddish-tinged blonde. The people of the Gray Count family could not be certain.
Andrew had not known his father's appearance, for he had killed Ron's father.
His mother had enjoyed this man for thirteen years, but it was only because she was a woman of truly rare and astonishing beauty. She had not truly loved him.
She remembered that she had a husband, but not who that husband was or how he looked. That was natural; she could not possibly remember deeply someone who had killed a lowly commoner in her eyes.
Thus, she had not realized either that Ron was the son of the common woman she had stepped on for thirteen years.
"....."
Ron said nothing and for a moment stroked the cheek of the half-idiot-like woman. Seeing her form, which had become no different from a doll that obeyed only commands, Ron could more clearly empathize with the anger that Irene must have felt when she became a sex doll.
'Father must have felt this anger too.'
It was a joyful fact that the father was gone but the mother was still alive. However, the sight of the crushed mother made him both heartbroken and furious.
Ron vowed to inflict on Andrew, who had crushed his mother, an agonizing torment.
'There will be no mercy.'
Thinking this, Ron glared at the Gray Count family. However, the Gray Count, not sensing Ron's intent, spoke slyly as if flattering.
"I see you seem to like that woman. I-I shall give her to you as a gift. My second son found her adorable, saying she is a tough one. Especially as she has been trained to accept it through the anus too, and she uses her mouth instinctively. Though not a virgin, she is an exceptional specimen. Hehe..."
"......"
With these words, Ron decided that the target to torment next would be the Gray Count, even more painfully than Andrew.
To dare humiliate his own mother in front of his own son! In one word, the Gray Count had dug his own grave.
At that moment.
Suddenly, countless rocks erupted from the floor, forming a wall that perfectly encircled the area, trapping them inside the rock wall.
The Stone Wall spell Ron had cast earlier to block their path, but this magic was not one Ron had written.
Soon the caster of that magic appeared beside Ron.
She wore a short black dress with a hem barely showing her thighs, her golden-green eyes and slender appearance making her a beautiful girl.
And the people of the Gray Count family immediately recognized that the girl was far too similar to the woman they had offered.
The woman they had offered was thirty-seven years old this year, yet she had a youthful appearance that made her seem to be in her early thirties. Thus, the appearance of the girl before them made them look like sisters with a large age gap. However, those who knew the woman's true age realized the truth at once.
'Impossible?!'
'The daughter of that woman?'
'Now that I think about it!'
While the others were concluding that the two were mother and daughter, Andrew suddenly recalled a fact he had forgotten because he had never thought it worthwhile.
Upon thinking, the woman he had obtained was a commoner, yet she possessed the most astonishing beauty among the women he had gathered. Therefore, he had been sure to keep only her, even if he kept other women apart.
He had a wife he was already married to, but he had kept the wife at a distance and had continued to take only her during crises. She had been taken away by Ron.
He had been so obsessed with her that it was only now, after he had obtained her, that a faint memory of her appearance had resurfaced.
'Oh, she had children!'
A fact he had forgotten until now, but she had had a son and a daughter. However, by the time he had obtained her, the children had already long disappeared. She had never spoken of where they were, so he had stopped caring greatly.
"Brother, I found Mother."
And beside Ron, the girl Rin called him oppa, announcing to everyone present that their relationship was that of siblings, then looked at her mother.
"Mother."
Rin called out to her mother with a slightly teary expression, but her mother simply looked at her with a blank face.
Despite having a daughter who resembled her so closely standing before her, she could not recognize her own daughter.
Rin bit her lip hard. She had given birth to Reincarnation's daughter just yesterday, and the name of the daughter who had been born was Seria.
She had wanted to show her mother Estia the daughter who resembled her.
However, her mother Estia had firmly closed the door of her heart to protect herself, and in that sight Rin felt pain, thinking of how much her mother must have suffered, and finally shed tears.
The moment the Demon King's beloved was crying.
A cold killing intent entered the green eyes of the slender, fragile-looking girl Rin, and in response to that killing intent, a massive killing intent surged from Ron's eyes as well.
The Gray Count family, who had seen the eyes of the two siblings so eerie that it would give anyone chills, was filled with terror, and some even wet themselves in fear.
"Andrew, I will not forgive you as long as I live, no matter how much I die."
"Andrew! I will make you pay for the suffering your mother endured."
Burning with revenge, the two black mage siblings cast Hold Magic on everyone present.
Andrew and the Gray Count would never be killed. No matter what happened, they must never die. Especially Andrew must live forever.
"P-please save me! Please save me!"
Andrew begged for his life with a wretched, crying voice. As a noble born, it was shameful to beg for his life from lowly commoner scum, but the life was the most important thing.
However, his wretched pleas while crying stirred no sympathy in Ron and Rin.
"I will also take revenge for our father you killed. Since you will never die, for you who unjustly flipped the charges and caused our father to die, rest assured."
"T-thank you!"
Somehow Ron's words sounded contradictory, making Andrew think it was strange, but when Ron said he would never kill him, Andrew immediately thanked him humbly, relieved that he was still alive.
However, he soon regretted the fact that he was still alive.
"Then, I will first show you a demonstration. Atrocious Torture!"
Ron first used the sixth-circle torture magic Atrocious Torture on Andrew.
"Aaaah!"
Andrew, who had never experienced such pain even at the hands of his own father the Gray Count, screamed in a voice that tore apart, as if his muscles and bones were being twisted and mingled.
The magic that twisted bones and muscles with precision without harming the body was originally a magic created for torturing the opponent and inflicting excruciating pain.
Although it was the basics of basics and difficult to call proper torture in the Demon World, it was sufficient for this first beginning.
And Andrew, who had just been begging for his life with the action he had shown before, regretted it with tears of agony.
'J-just kill me!'
Thinking about it now, enduring such pain seemed far easier than dying. Seeing such Andrew, even the Gray Count and the others thought they might suffer the same torture and trembled in fear.
"Well then, let's go. From now on, let us live together forever in Pandemonium, the Yellow Palace that our great Demon King rules. Hahaha."
"Brother, let's hurry and take her. We need to bring Mother and heal her quickly."
"Yes, let's do that."
More than anger at the sight of the mother who had suffered, the siblings burned with hatred toward the father and mother, their enemies, and returned to Pandemonium.
Finally capturing the enemy they had searched for and rescuing the mother they had wanted to save.