Chapter 195
Chapter 195
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 195
Chapter Title: 20. This World Doesn't Leave Me Alone. (7)
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“Ehehehehehehe!”
“Kyaaak! S-Stop! Gah! W-Wait! Cough… Wh-What… do you… cough!”
Just one good hit is all it takes.
The iron bat’s design, requested from the dwarves, was working perfectly.
- Owner, hit her more?
- Keep going until she can only say stuff like yeah or no.
- Gotcha!
“Ehehehe! Someone else still wants you to get hit more!”
“S-Such an evil being!”
At the iron bat’s words, the Demon King’s daughter cried out in shock, and the two disciples on either side nodded vigorously.
“Yeah. The most evil being in this world wants you hit, so let’s do it!”
“N-No!”
She flailed around, but her mind could no longer control her body.
The Demon King’s daughter could only wriggle on the floor like a worm, and the iron bat began cackling, “Hehehe.”
“Doesn’t matter if you hate it, sis!”
“Gueeeek!”
The iron bat’s assault resumed.
As the demon princess’s screams echoed, the disciples on either side began trembling as if it were happening to them.
About five minutes passed like that.
When saliva finally started drooling from her beautiful face, I slowly approached the demon princess, squatted down, and met her eyes.
- What if she’s not the demon princess?
- Not like she’d accept an apology anyway, and she looks like she’s got a lot going on.
- Gonna help her?
- Nah. Gotta remove her cleanly.
- True villain class!
Of course. Humans and demons are enemies by nature!
Heroes in novels who blindly accept demon kings and their daughters just because they have sob stories are the weird ones!
- What about Ellis?
- She’s an angel, so she’s fine.
- Discrimination.
Discrimination is just how life works.
Giving extra rice cakes to the ones you hate is insane.
If there’s something to give, hand over our pretty daughter. Giving food to a metal bat like the iron bat is madness.
- Feels like the owner just dissed me?
These things notice too quick and it’s annoying.
“I’ll ask just one thing. Simple answer’s fine.”
“Wha… t…”
If the iron bat gets sulky, it’ll be a hassle, so I changed the subject.
Not an issue normally, but the Demon Continent is dangerous.
“You’re the Demon King’s daughter, right?”
“Ye… s…”
Her mouth flapped open and shut.
Seeing her shocked expression with her mouth gaping confirmed it—she really was the Demon King’s daughter.
“Really?”
“L-Lie…”
Hey, looks like my disciples didn’t believe me.
Their faith is still lacking!
“No way… Agreat’s?”
Focus returned to her dazed eyes.
No, they were igniting fiercer than before.
- Smack.
“Eek!”
And the flames were quickly extinguished.
“Gaaaaah! You evil… kah!”
“Sis screams real fun! Feels good to hit!”
Fires need putting out fast.
One discarded cigarette in autumn can burn down mountains.
Fire safety always, even a dying man’s final flash of clarity—watch out!
Heroes and villains always slip up from carelessness.
“Guhhh…”
“Rough estimate: demon rebellion, they think I’m the enemy. But nope.”
“L-Lie…”
Even her hollow gaze upward was like a painting.
Sparkling black eyes despite the color, silky black hair that explained perfection, horns proving her demonhood—not weird, but enhancing her strange allure.
Yes, this Demon King’s daughter was a beauty, even to my jaded eyes. And long experience taught me: no normal beauties in this world!
“Hit her.”
“Yup!”
“W-Wait… guk!”
Belief’s hard to give to non-believers.
Think of past-life religions or scammers!
They don’t stand in freezing winter for hours grabbing people one by one, or ring doorbells at five-story walk-ups begging for water for nothing.
Think the opposite!
They didn’t come just to our house! Climbing from the first floor, hitting countless homes, up and down all those stairs!
Even if there’s a 10% chance of getting water per house, that’s 10 glasses after 100 doors!
They hit hundreds of houses a day.
Means they drink insane amounts of water daily.
Sometimes “can I use your bathroom?” isn’t a ploy—it’s real desperation.
So good people should stay quiet and not give water. It’s for their sake!
Yeah, belief’s tough to give.
So, let the iron bat rough up the demon princess more till she believes.
“Owner, sis is drooling rivers now!”
“Fine. Saliva’s natural for people.”
“Owner, eyes are rolling back.”
“Eyes are balls. Balls roll easy.”
“She’s muttering nonsense now?”
“Fine. People spout crap sometimes.”
“Uh, she’s dead.”
“Fine. You hit her, so she ain’t dead.”
The disciples muttered “Demons…” or “No… hate…” but I ignored them cleanly.
Not bad for me.
I’d prepped in case they fled or attacked while distanced from the iron bat, but they’d lost all fight—nothing bad for me!
“Where…”
With a shing, I drew my sword.
High-quality blade, fitting the Rubella City Union on the front lines against demons.
Pricey for a normal smithy sword, but cheap for the quality.
No wonder mercenaries flock here for gear.
“Now, up.”
Poke. Poke. Poke.
The sharpened blade began nicking the demon princess’s body.
Red blood trickling from her pale skin!
- Cruel!
- You’ll heal her anyway.
She looked better than when she first showed up wounded.
Healing her this fast, she won’t rage over light cuts.
“Now, smack.”
“Yeah!”
Slap!
“Kyaeeeeek!”
Tiny cuts or not, the demon princess who’d fainted from stabs screamed and bolted up from one bat slap.
“Sit.”
“Cough… hurts… too much…”
She crumpled again from the iron bat’s low kick as she rose!
“Now, ready to talk?”
“Y-Yes, sir!”
I gazed contentedly at the demon princess kneeling in seiza.
Beatings are the best teacher.
That’s why “loving discipline” exists.
- Any more love and the world ends.
- Teacher’s grace is sky-high, sea-deep.
- She ain’t your disciple.
- Ancients said even chance encounters on the road are teachers.
- …Apply that and you beat your teacher right away?
- Just accept it! You’re getting too chatty lately?
The iron bat’s growing mouthiness cut my words short these days.
“I’ve got zero connection to that Agreat you mentioned.”
“R-Really?”
Incredulous, but faking belief thanks to the iron bat nearby.
“Yeah.”
“Then how’d you know I’m the demon princess?”
“Gut feeling.”
“Oh… I see.”
Her face screamed “liar,” but her mouth said otherwise.
Good.
Quick on the uptake.
“Truth. Like I said, no ties to Agreat…”
“Gasp!”
I casually raised my arm, tousled my hair hard, and the horns fell off.
“See? Human.”
Thud on the floor.
Special dwarf-made headband horns to look demonic, requested not to fall easy!
As they hit the ground, the demon princess gasped, staring in disbelief.
“Really… human?”
“Yup.”
“How’s a human here? Did I go to human lands? No, then why the horns!”
Her eyes darted confusedly over me and around.
“How in the… hup.”
Thwack!
Light fist to her face side.
“Too wordy.”
“Yes, sorry.”
As her fist trembled, she eyed the iron bat nervously and nodded fast.
Quick judgment, as expected.
“Story sounds familiar, but might miss details. Spill what you know about the demon world.”
I picked up the fallen horns and reattached them.
Headband tangled in hair to stay put—head hurt, but survival first.
Fooled even the Demon King’s daughter—top-notch dwarf work!
“W-Well…”
Glancing warily at the iron bat, the Demon King’s daughter started spilling.
Sudden Demon King death. Three factions emerged, but really moderates vs. radicals. Radicals ambushed, wiped out leadership.
“Wait, radicals named radicals—didn’t expect a sudden attack?”
“Agreat and I differed in views, but acted for demons. Never imagined he’d start civil war.”
What nonsense.
In scheming imperial courts, you don’t even trust the guy next to you!
Shaking hands smiling, then plotting murder the second you turn.
Naive thoughts like that in power-game palaces mean instant death.
Demons this merciful!
“So…”
Rest was Agreat’s misunderstanding sparking civil war. His minions hunting succubus heir… huh?
Sounds familiar.
Wait, only one succubus heir left, right?
“With the succubus heir, civil war could end peacefully, but still no trace on the human continent…”
I looked down at the rambling demon princess.
Of course no trace there. Our daughter, the succubus heir, came to the Demon Continent with me!
Wait…
Crisis is opportunity.
Demon world in civil war crisis.
Daughter’s the key figure.
Her choice decides between Demon King’s daughter or Agreat as next king.
Plus…
“Endure the Demon God’s Blessing, become Demon God-approved king?”
“Yes, but…”
Instant death.
Demon history: only five survived the Blessing, all legends.
Post-Demon King, challengers died, none dared since.
But.
“That’s their problem.”
I’ve got the final vote via daughter, plus gods-approved singularity.
Piece of cake to make a Demon King.
So,
“Contract with me, become Demon King?”
Time to invest for cozy Demon Realm life.