Chapter 82

In the next moment, the protagonist succubus raised the long sword in her hand and beheaded the assassin demon. The headless body of the assassin demon collapsed limply. Dead, dead, dead. The child trafficker was knocked out in one go by the protagonist succubus. However, the rage that the protagonist succubus had accumulated showed no signs of dissipating. In a terrible mood, she went crazy, brutally abusing the unfortunate demon's corpse. With her adamantine claws and the dragon-toothed sword, she slashed and hacked wildly, as if trying to chop the guy into dumpling filling—right at this moment, the timid voice of the young girl angel came: "Brother..."

Hearing this voice, the protagonist succubus was momentarily stunned, then quickly regained her senses. Immediately after, she regretted and wanted to escape as quickly as possible. Regret, regret—she had never told the young girl angel that she was a cold-blooded killer—how could she let the young girl angel see such things?! What kind of impact would she suffer after seeing these things? How would she view her?

Just thinking about it, the protagonist succubus felt extremely conflicted. She stiffly turned her neck and awkwardly looked at the young girl angel, suddenly realizing how dirty she was, covered in all sorts of blood, flesh, and other miscellaneous bodily fluids from the enemy...

"Is it a bit too late to take a bath now? And can I really wash it all off?" the protagonist succubus thought. Then she saw the young girl angel jump into her arms, crying loudly.

The protagonist succubus immediately held her, still unsure of what to do. She heard the young girl angel crying and saying, "I thought you didn't want me anymore..."

Hearing this, the protagonist succubus sighed in relief and hugged her tighter. "It's okay," the protagonist succubus said.

The young girl angel didn't say anything, just kept crying.

"I ignored you to麻痹that guy. I'm sorry, okay?"

"..." The young girl angel still didn't speak, but it was clear she was wavering.

"I made a promise with you, remember?" the protagonist succubus said, extending her pinky finger and making a hooking gesture.

"How could I, how could I? Who would abandon you? A child as cute as you? Only a foolish idiot would do that. Don't cry, don't cry. Brother will take you to have some snacks, okay?"

"Okay." The young girl angel finally lifted her head and smiled.

Looking at that blood-stained little face, the protagonist succubus swore it was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen in her life. It was something worth fighting to protect with all her might.

"Pervert brother."

"Hmm?"

"I like you."

"I like you too, my Lilith."

As she said this, the protagonist succubus lifted the young girl angel onto her shoulder with one hand, stood up, and plunged the dragon-toothed sword into the ground. Then she gave the sword the middle finger.

"Do you not want that sword anymore?"

"Yep, I don't want it."

"But it looks valuable..."

"Completely no problem. With my wealth, buying the entire Narathiel is no issue."

"Okay!"

"Then next, we need to find a place to bathe, eat, and get new clothes to make Lilith look pretty."

"Okay! I'll help pervert brother with a massage."

"No—too ticklish, ah ah ah, I'm falling—"

And so, the black-cloaked, earless blade watched the crystal ball, seeing the protagonist succubus and the young girl angel showing their affection as they walked away, leaving him speechless.

"Ah..."

"Ah, they're gone."

"Gone, gone."

At some point, the Yorgros merchant had crawled up and was also watching the crystal ball, speechless.

"Kind of touched," the earless blade said.

"Hey, no way?!" the Yorgros merchant was surprised.

"Why not?" the earless blade's tone remained calm.

"But, but—" The Yorgros merchant was getting a bit anxious. But before he could explode, the earless blade preemptively shouted at him:

"Do you know how rare genuine emotions are in a place like the Abyss? Looking at these two, don't you feel ashamed? Hasn't your withered soul been shaken? You've lived so long, have you ever been whimsical? Have you ever done something according to your heart? How tragic, you, you, you are just..."

"Ah... ah!" Hearing the earless blade's thunderous words, the Yorgros merchant was indeed shaken. He widened his eyes and looked at the earless blade carefully, carefully, carefully. After confirming that the guy was telling the truth and not lying, he could only sigh and say, "Youth..."

"Yes, young people indeed... We are old..." Delmont sighed, "So, let's go to the guild together, and I'll see you off in a couple of days—"

"—Wait, what do you mean by that?" the earless blade interrupted him and asked.

"Eh... That, that, aren't we going to let them go and not bother them anymore?" Delmont looked at the earless blade in surprise and said.

"—What a joke?! If I let him go, who will pay me my commission, you idiot?! Will you compensate me for my loss? His head is worth a lot of money!"

"Then why did you say all that just now?!"

"Talking is one thing, doing is another! You idiot, don't tell me you were so inspired by my words that you want to retire and quit? Ah? Ha ha... There are such idiots in this world, ha ha ha ha..."

The earless blade laughed heartlessly. Delmont gritted his teeth in anger—had he not known he was no match for this pervert, Delmont would have definitely confronted him—

Seeing this unfortunate guy, the earless blade's smile disappeared, replaced by a terrifying expression: "Because I was shaken, I need to react intensely. Because their emotions are genuine, they have value to be destroyed—why should they get what I can't?! Why should others live so brilliantly when I suffer so much?!" As he said this, he grabbed Delmont's collar and shook the poor merchant violently:

"Why?! Why, why?! Why is that executioner so lucky?! He's no less bloody than me, no less lost than me? Why can he do it?! Why can't I?! Speak, speak, you damn it, speak, speak, speak!!"

Naturally, Delmont couldn't answer his question. He could only desperately pull at the earless blade's iron-like hand, trying to say "give up—" as a plea for mercy. Just before he saw stars and was about to pass out, the earless blade finally let him go and threw him to the ground.

Coughing desperately, Delmont watched as the earless blade drew his long sword and cut the crystal ball, which no longer showed anything, into crystal dust—

"I will teach that newbie a good lesson." After saying this, the earless blade disappeared...

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