Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Villains Aren't for Bad Guys—They're for Smart Ones
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“...Up!”
Like a flailing chicken or fish, Sion shot up from his spot.
His limbs twitched so violently that they nearly cramped up on the spot.
‘Fuck!
Did I seriously pass out while doing it with Lily-nim?’
If that was the case, he’d deserve every bit of teasing until the day he died.
What an utter idiot—dying from sheer bliss with his big sis!
He was busy berating himself like that, vowing to do better next time.
“Ah.”
A familiar woman’s voice.
He turned his head and there she was—Lily, just stepping into the room.
The two stared at each other for a moment before opening their mouths at the same time.
“Hey.”
Their voices differed, but the words were identical.
The awkward situation made them both fall silent, gesturing for the other to speak first.
Then they opened their mouths again simultaneously—and ridiculously, said the exact same thing.
“You okay?”
“Are you alright?”
Of course, their reactions were worlds apart.
Sion muttered inwardly, ‘Ah, shit. Looks like I really almost croaked from bliss-death.’
Lily’s face read, ‘Huh? Does he know what happened?’
“Lily-nim.
For now...”
He couldn’t finish—something like, ‘Let’s pick up where we left off later; first, let me pull myself together.’
The maid knight who followed her into the room spotted Sion, rushed over in a panic, threw her arms around him, and burst into loud sobs.
“You’re awake!
Aaah!
Thank you, thank you!
Aaaah!”
“Hey, hey, Rishi?
What’s with you...”
“Looks like he doesn’t remember a thing.”
What happened?
What do you mean, what happened?
Wasn’t it that I nearly got blissed out to death by Lily-nim over there?
“...Kid.
I can read your thoughts plain as day. Thanks for the flattery, but that’s not it.
You passed out for a different reason than what you’re imagining.”
“Different reason...”
Sigh. How the hell was she supposed to explain this?
And where should she even start?
Lily’s sigh carried exactly those two tangled emotions.
“I’d have preferred keeping this between just you and me.”
She glanced at Risikida as she said it.
The maid knight, oblivious that she was the topic, stuck to Sion’s side like a puppy comforting its owner on the bed—clinging and refusing to let go, whimpering all the while.
The succubus queen let out another sigh, scratched her head, and continued.
“Whatever. She’s basically your shadow now anyway, so I’ll just say it.”
“I have no idea why you’re making such a big deal out of this.”
“Because it’s a big deal.
Earlier, you nearly died.”
“...Pardon?”
Nearly died? What the hell did that even mean?
Sion’s face screamed utter confusion, so Lily shrugged and pointed at Risikida sitting beside him.
“Don’t you remember Rishi screaming your name?
Brain working yet?”
“Rishi screaming my name...”
At Lily’s words, Sion closed his eyes and thought back slowly.
He definitely had Lily right there, her sweet scent filling the air, reaching out for the softest, plushest breasts he’d ever...
“Ah.”
It hit him.
Risikida’s voice calling him from outside the carriage.
“Yeah, now that I think about it...
But why would that...”
“We were attacked.
More precisely, it was an assassination attempt—and they were planning to frame one side or the other for it.”
Attack. Assassination attempt.
And a frame job.
Three keywords, each enough to make his blood boil on its own.
Sion’s eyebrows shot up.
His eyes blazed with fury, to boot.
“...Seeing how certain you sound, you’ve already caught and interrogated them, right?”
“As expected of my man.
Quick on the uptake.
Sharp instincts too.”
“Who were they?
Radical fairy faction?
Or some noble’s lackeys trying to keep us in check?”
“Neither.
Though if it had been one of those, things might’ve been easier for you.”
Fuck!
Seriously.
What the hell was going on!
Lily scratched her head furiously in frustration.
Sion tossed out a half-joking, ‘Scratch that hard and you’ll go bald,’ which finally calmed her down enough to lay out the facts to the man before her.
“The heavenly race bastards.”
“...Pardon?
Wait, hold on.
Lily-nim?
What did you just say?
Heavenly race?
Not fairies?”
“Yeah.
Those fancy pigeon brats the fairies worship so much.
The ones who act all pure and noble while their insides are rotten to the core.”
At Lily’s words, Sion desperately wished he could say he passed out again.
‘No way, shit?
The heavenly race is already making their move?
I figured we had at least half a year left.’
To purify the corrupted world, offer the ashes back to their god, and rebirth everything to grant a bright future.
That was the life goal of those insane pigeon-chicken freaks.
And oblivious humans praised them as angels and such.
Anyway, they manipulated the fairies to sow division among humans, pit them against other races, frame the demons, and drag the continent into a great war.
All in just one year.
The continent’s races fought so fiercely in the heavenly race’s schemes that it was drenched in blood.
‘Once the chaos peaked and it was their cue to swoop in, they crushed the demon forces like insects from all sides, playing righteous saviors. Then they started burning everything, claiming the world was corrupted.’
So why didn’t those powerhouses step in from the start?
Two big reasons.
First, the demons as rivals.
Second, even lowly races in numbers were a pain—and with mana’s blessings widespread, plenty of powerhouses could challenge them.
Though strong, they were short-staffed, restricted from leaving sanctuaries without continental chaos per their shackles—so they pulled strings from the shadows to bend the world to their will.
‘Heavenly race in name only—they act worse than Satan himself.’
If real Satan existed, he’d probably protest, ‘Fuck, even I’m not that bad!’
That stark was the contrast from the continentals’ ironclad image of them.
They just planned to burn the whole world to ash.
‘Lily-nim knows their true faces from clashing with them plenty, so no issue there. But Rishi’s gonna be shocked.
Humans grow up on fairy tales and myths painting heavenly race as good guys, demons as bad...’
Hispania and Nudia might differ as nations, but their views on heavenly and demon races were shared.
Good guys. Bad guys.
So first, explain to the woman beside him...
“Master, Master...”
“...”
Maybe not necessary.
Watching the grown woman nuzzle his body like a little kid, Sion figured even if he said, ‘The heavenly race are actually evil! Their heads are full of demon armies!’ she’d yell back, ‘Yes! Understood! I’ll smash them all with my mace!’
“...Good thing she seems like she’ll get it.”
Lily nodded, thinking much the same.
“But other humans won’t buy it so easily.
Hell, only a few in your castle even know I’m a demon—it’s top secret. Regular humans think I’m just a new mage who joined secretly with Kim Yu-hyun.”
“What’d you tell the guards?”
“Told ’em it was those royal castle agitators, and when that didn’t fly, they targeted the kingdom’s hero.
Seemed most plausible, and easiest for humans to swallow.”
Sion nodded and clapped softly at Lily’s words.
As expected of the succubus queen—quick-witted, knew exactly how to minimize chaos.
“What about the captured heavenly race ones?
What’d you do?”
“Well... One bit his tongue and suicided the second I grabbed him. The other spilled a bit after some coaxing, then... same deal.”
“Tough bastards.”
Sion’s response drew a quiet sigh of relief from Lily.
Truth was, neither heavenly race suicide.
They begged for life, never screamed to die.
But Lily wasn’t fully sane when she struck.
Interrupted mid-passion, body and heart aflame—they attacked at that exact moment.
She grabbed one to interrogate, stomped the other’s head clean off.
Sion had never seen her true face like that.
The succubus queen, dream demon monarch, top demon’s wrath laid bare.
‘Annoying. Thought one was enough, smashed the other’s skull to scare him.
Ugh, didn’t expect torture to break him so quick he couldn’t even talk right before dying.’
Dragged the captured one to a dark spot for physical and mental torment.
Her “mental” torment was just extra intimidation by her standards—but it shattered the heavenly race’s mind.
Body and soul collapsed, foaming at the mouth till death.
“Didn’t get much intel.
Just that some bypassed sanctuary limits illicitly?”
“I see.”
Sion nodded calmly, still soothing Risikida whimpering in his arms.
Lily eyed her, about to tease ‘Never misses a chance!’—then sensed something off and stared at Sion.
“...Why?”
“No, wait.
Her aside—why are you so calm?”
“Huh?”
“From heavenly race attacking you to their shady schemes—why so nonchalant?
These heavenly race you humans idolize are up to no good!”
“No one’s pure inside just ’cause they look white on the outside.”
“...Huh?”
Lily was speechless at the unexpected words.
She’d met countless humans, all evoking positive images of “heavenly race,” blindly seeing them as good.
It disgusted her, who knew their truth—but with demons framed as “source of all evil, world-enders,” rebuttals just fueled “Demons slandering heavenly race! Filthy devil spawn!” chants of holy and heavenly praise.
‘But this guy?’
Reacted like he knew their true nature from the start.
She was a demon badmouthing heavenly race—and he looked like ‘Yeah, those heavenly bastards are scum.’
“Lily-nim.
When I was suffering, neither heavenly race nor gods stood by me.”
“Uh, uh-huh?”
“And who answered my call and appeared? You, Lily-nim.”
“N-No, that was just... to drain your power a bit before, uh, heading back...”
“Doesn’t matter.
You helped me in the end.
If they really meant me harm as you say, I’ve got no reason to think well of heavenly race anymore.
I trust you more than them.”
Lily’s face flushed at the unforeseen words.
No human ever sided with demons over heavenly race in such debates.
It was decades of indoctrination, near-brainwashing from ambient narratives.
Yet this man denied it head-on.
Trusted her—time spent together—over any tales around him.
‘...Damn punk.
Makes me feel even guiltier.
Stab...’
Caught by a deeper man than she’d thought, Lily struggled to untangle her twisting body.