Chapter 46
Chapter 46
“Bern, even so, calling a woman ‘smelling like a chicken coop’ is a bit harsh, don’t you think?”
“Princess.”
“Yes?”
“I can clearly see you holding your nose.”
“….”
Did she really think she could hide it?
She was breathing, sure—but her nose clearly wasn’t doing its job.
I had insulted Asmodeus in the heat of the moment, but to be fair… there really was a stale smell.
Charlotte might be used to the scent of blood, but not to the odor of a shut-in.
“Buhit! You two are too much! Even if our Queen is a several-thousand-year-old unmarried woman, she hasn’t reached menopause yet! At least call it a floral scent—like rafflesia!”
“Orc, you absolute bastard! You’re the worst one here!”
Asmodeus kicked the orc’s head.
Only now did I learn his name—Orc—but he went flying into the wall mid-sentence.
A blow that would’ve killed a human instantly.
A reminder that she was still an ancient demon.
“Buhii…”
And yet, he survived.
At this point, threatening him with a sword earlier felt meaningless.
“Mock me all you want…! I won’t let any of you leave alive!”
Asmodeus snapped.
A massive black scythe appeared in her hand.
At the same time—
her sloppy clothes transformed.
A revealing black dress.
Her overwhelming figure now emphasized.
Now—
she truly looked like a Succubus Queen.
“Even if you dress up, the smell won’t go away!”
“S-shut up!”
She slammed the orc again.
Still alive.
Unbelievable durability.
Then—
she sniffed herself.
“…Ugh.”
Even she didn’t like it.
She pointed at me.
“I’m going to wash. Stay right there!”
“Please understand—our Queen is just a bit… embarrassing.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
And with that—
she left.
To bathe.
[You’ve provoked her. A fight is inevitable.]
‘Then we run before she comes back.’
[How?]
‘That orc knows the exit.’
[You really are shameless.]
‘Whose fault is it she doesn’t wash?’
Prah went silent.
Even it couldn’t argue.
“Orc.”
“Yes?”
“Take us to the exit.”
“…You’re leaving? Without seeing her after she cleans up?”
“Why would I wait that long?”
“…Fair.”
Surprisingly cooperative.
Clearly—
his loyalty was nonexistent.
“Then I’ll guide you—”
“YOU IDIOT! You’re supposed to stop them!”
Asmodeus came running back—
half-wet.
Barely dressed.
She figured it out instantly.
“…You’re seriously trying to run?”
“Well… there’s nothing in it for me to stay.”
“…!”
“Unless you offer something worthwhile.”
She froze.
Thinking.
“Spend a night with me—”
“Honestly, your ‘first time’ is something you should pay someone to take.”
“…Damn it.”
The orc didn’t hold back.
At all.
“Fine! I, Asmodeus, will grant you one wish!”
Now—
that was serious.
A demon’s promise.
Equal to a life-bound contract.
“Can you handle it?”
“I’m the Succubus Queen. I can even control a king.”
Charlotte immediately objected.
“Bern, don’t! Never make deals with demons!”
She was right.
Everyone who did—
ended badly.
But—
‘I already made a deal with Prah.’
[You threatened me with destruction!]
‘Negotiation is negotiation.’
[You’re worse than a demon!]
Ignoring the complaints—
I accepted.
If needed—
I’d just wish for safe escape.
Simple.
“I don’t understand you…”
“I’ll keep you safe.”
I raised Prah—
a silent vow.
Charlotte nodded.
“…Then what is your wish?”
Asmodeus asked.
“What do you want?”
“…Something in your specialty.”
“…Oh?”
She leaned forward.
I pointed—
down.
“Enhance my stamina and size.”
“B-Bern?!”
Necessary.
I had responsibilities.
Two of them.
“…You’re serious?”
“Can you not do it?”
“I can—but…”
“Then do it.”
“…Fine! Don’t regret it!”
A purple magic circle formed.
Black lightning struck—
directly.
“Ugh!”
“Bern!”
“I’m fine…”
No pain.
Instead—
a heavy, powerful sensation.
Success.
I had surpassed the original Bern.
Then—
she started laughing.
“Hahaha!”
“…Why are you laughing?”
“You idiot! You made a wish without knowing the side effects!”
“What?”
“The world balances cause and effect. Your happiness will make someone close to you miserable.”
“…I see.”
I already knew.
Same as Kang Junhyuk.
Power—
at a cost.
“I can see it! Your pink-haired friend—falling into misfortune!”
Charlotte gasped.
“Th-that’s…!”
I covered my mouth.
Shocked.
But behind my hand—
I was smiling.
Because—
the selection wasn’t based on current relationships.
It considered everything.
Past included.
“Jackpot.”
…Oops.
That slipped out.