The Revenge of Ron and Rin (Part 4)

"Are there any other crimes you've committed? The more you talk, the higher your chances of survival will be."

"Y-yes. When I was walking down the street, I saw some street kids who looked displeasing to me, so I just cut their throats and killed them. And even though they were commoners, I had the parents of those commoners who were crying so loudly in front of a noble kill them all too. Ah, and besides Estia, I messed around with many married women. Ah, and I was curious what an eight-year-old girl would feel like, so I grabbed an eight-year-old girl, raped her, accidentally killed her by mistake, and burned the corpse. And when I was walking down the street, a street kid sneezed and irritated me, so I kicked him with my foot. But that street kid was making such a racket crying about how much it hurt, so there was also one where I quietly killed him with a knife to shut him up."

Andrew rambled endlessly about the countless crimes he had committed, in the order that they came to mind, but he couldn't remember every single one of them. This kind of life had been almost routine for him.

So, honestly, there was nothing truly vivid about his memories, and he had desperately dug through his recollections to make up this story however he could.

"No lies there."

Since it wasn't a lie, it was only natural that none of the spinning blades on the ceiling descended to punish Andrew.

The blades spun back upward, but on the floor below, five severed fingers and a puddle of fresh blood remained, the clear marks of where the Gray Count's fingers had been chopped off.

The Gray Count, still writhing in agony with his fingers amputated, was also excellent evidence.

With the blades not descending, a wave of relief washed over Andrew. Rehyun then asked him,

"You don't feel any guilt even though you know what you've done is wrong?"

"From the perspective of lowly commoners, it might seem wrong, but I don't think it's wrong. Commoners are born lowly, isn't that the wrong? Ah, of course, His Majesty the Demon King seems to be investigating the wrongs of those below commoners, so I said it carefully to avoid offending him."

Only now did he realize that if he slipped up, it could turn into a direct insult calling him a lowly commoner right to the Demon King's face. He quickly added it on. Nodding in agreement, Rehyun continued,

"This situation is now being broadcast as a video across not just the Habsburg Empire, but to every nation on the entire continent."

"W-what?!"

"W-what?!"

"What?!"

Even the quiet Gray Count and Andrew, along with Gaphield, Andrew's older brother who had been keeping silent until now, let out startled cries.

This was something they could never have imagined.

Showing their faces on every nation across the continent?

It meant that the crimes they had committed were now public for the entire continent!

Everyone realized what a devastating view the Habsburg Empire and all other nations would now have of the Gray Count family. Rehyun and Rin, who already knew this fact, both smiled.

Their gratitude toward the Demon King who was aiding their revenge surged like a wave. Today, Rin had made up her mind to serve him even more diligently at night. After all, the only way she could repay him was by serving him with her body.

Among the blood relatives of the Gray Count family, the magician who had frozen the city walls—the one who had blocked the escape of two hundred thousand people—was also stiffening his face.

I must keep my mouth shut at all costs.

If the fact that he had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠frozen the city walls and prevented the escape of two hundred thousand people became known across the entire continent, he wouldn't be able to set foot anywhere and survive.

And according to Rehyun's words, the situation here and what Andrew and the Gray Count had said were already being broadcast across the entire continent.

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"Those damned bastards!"

"What? Being born lowly is a crime?"

"They killed even the kids with just that? What kind of demons are these!"

"What's more, the lord who is supposed to be the lord of the city abandoned two hundred thousand people and fled? Don't our nobles in the territory do the same when enemies attack—abandon their people and run away?"

And the seed of distrust toward the nobles had begun to sprout.

The commoners knew exactly how lowly the nobles held them. The more clever commoners understood that the nobles' desperate battles against the dark army were solely to protect their own privileges, while protecting humanity was just a hollow, surface-level justification.

However, upon learning that the lord had abandoned his territory's citizens and fled with only his immediate family, a wave of distrust and hatred that had been suppressed for so long rose up against the noble class.

"Honestly, our noble lord in the territory isn't a good person either, is he?"

"That's right? Honestly, we pay enormous taxes while hardly ever hunting the monsters around us?"

"Shh! Everyone be quiet. What if we get caught? If we do, it's death by treason against the nobles."

Conversations like this were happening everywhere.

At that moment, the words Rehyun spoke in the video gripped their ears tightly.

Rehyun's words left across the entire continent. To those who had been crushed by the nobles' tyranny, who had lost their families and couldn't even protest, it was a voice full of hope that their sense of powerlessness would be restored. To the countless nobles, it was pure terror.

And in the video, standing behind Rehyun were Ron and Rin, who began speaking next.

People across the entire continent reacted with understanding of their plight but couldn't forgive them for choosing the path of black magic. Yet it was they themselves who had once chosen the path of black magic in a situation far less dire than this.

And those who had lost their families to the nobles' tyranny, just like Ron and Rin, felt sympathy for their situation and envied their successful revenge.

Can we also take revenge?

I want to take revenge!

Demons, whoever it is, I like you! Give me the power to take revenge!

And even if it meant swearing loyalty to the Demon King, they had made up their minds to grab the hand he extended in exchange for revenge.

Thus, Rehyun extended his hand to all those dreaming of revenge across the continent and simultaneously sowed seeds of distrust toward the nobles across the entire land. As a reward for Ron and Rin, he made the entire Habsburg Empire recognize the Gray Count family as the worst trash family in the continent.

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"How is it? Don't you think it's fun? Ron, Rin."

At Rehyun's words, both Ron and Rin nodded.

"Yes. Now the Gray Count family has its depravity widely known across the entire continent. It's all thanks to His ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Majesty's grace."

"Now it's time to start the demonstration. I'll show you a sample first, so pay close attention."

"Yes."

With nothing less than the Demon King himself offering a demonstration, the siblings Ron and Rin watched him with eager expressions, anticipating what he would do next.

Whirrr! Whirrr!

And as the blades on the ceiling spun rapidly and began slowly descending, a wave of fear spread among the people of the Gray Count family.

"Aaaah! What is this?!"

"Why are you trying to kill us?!"

"W-we haven't done anything wrong! The wrong was all done by the Gray Count and his son!"

"I-I am innocent! Please spare me!"

The blood relatives of the Gray Count family all blamed only the Gray Count and his son while begging for their lives. But Rehyun smiled coldly and said,

"Don't worry. I won't kill you. I will only cut off a few fingers."

"Aaaah! No!"

With the screams of the Gray Count family's blood relatives, just like the Gray Count before them, every finger began to be severed one by one, and they let out agonized howls that tore at the throat. Andrew's complexion, who had seen the scattered fingers and blood everywhere, had turned especially pale.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

He understood now. Even if not killed, countless tortures could be inflicted.

"You will live a long time. As the Demon King, I promise you this. Even if the emperor of the empire eats every medicine in the world trying to live long, he won't live longer than you. We want you to live longer than a dragon, so I hope you live long and experience all kinds of pain."

"Aaaaaah! No! Aaaah!"

Andrew screamed desperately, but soon he was lying flat on the ground, his body floating in midair. The spinning blade, emitting a whirring sound, slowly descended toward the center of Andrew's body—exactly the place of his manhood!

The moment Andrew realized where the blade was aimed, his ashen face pleaded,

"O-oh, Your Majesty the Demon King. Please spare me! If that is cut off, I will definitely die! I will die!"

"I won't kill you."

With a cold voice, Rehyun answered shortly, and the spinning blade immediately began to slowly cut off Andrew's testicles with precision.

"Kkuaaaaaah!"

How many people could have been subjected to such agonizing torture—not sliced in one go with a kick or a sword, but slowly sliced by a spinning blade?

Overwhelmed by immense pain, Andrew couldn't think straight, screamed and foamed at the mouth, his pants soaking wet with blood.

But the blade didn't slice the testicles completely; it spun back upward.

"Healing."

Next, Rehyun cast a healing magic spell on Andrew's testicles, and Andrew trembled with fear, unable to believe that even a man could commit such a cruel act despite feeling the same kind of pain.

The pain had passed, but the shock of it hadn't ended, and knowing that the pain would return made him even more terrified than before.

"Now, do it this way. Instead of giving the full pain at once, give one round of pain and then heal, and every time the fear makes you tremble, give another round of pain. There are magic in black magic that intensify pain even more, so make good use of it. Now, try it."

"Understood!"

Feeling overjoyed at the thought of torturing Andrew himself, Ron approached him with a gleeful expression and cast the spell.

"Nightmare of Pain!"

This was the magic that directly strengthened the pain to whatever level the caster desired. Ron could take it up to eight times, but since it was his first time, he adjusted it only to double. Too much pain could make the subject feel nothing but a simple discomfort instead of the full variety of agonies.

Ron, who had cast black magic so that the pain could be properly felt one by one, then used his demonic energy to adjust the spinning blade and slowly began slicing Andrew's testicles again.

"Kkuaaaah! Kkuaaaaaah!!!"

This was the moment when the revenge of Ron and Rin was being carried out. And, as expected, Andrew's tortured appearance was being broadcast live across the entire continent.