This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 - Chapter 174

Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (22)

“It is true that Theron Abitz died, and it is also true that the traces of the Countess remained at the scene. Besides, Erina, who had no history of magic, tried to teleport in front of everyone. All of these served as evidence to support the Saint’s words. Rather, the circumstances were so clear that Erina would become suspicious. There was no way for me to help her. For the stability of my power, I took a step back and watched. In this complacency, innocent people ended up spending time in a terrible prison.”

“…….”

“I regret it, but even if I could turn back time, I wouldn’t change my choice. Because… Because there is someone else who will save her.”

Krihel took a step towards Merson.

“I will catch the liar, and the Demon King saves the one you love. Erina is imprisoned in the dungeon of Theron Abitz’s private mansion. Here are the coordinates.”

As soon as Merson was handed the note with the coordinates written down in advance, Merson disappeared in a blue light without saying anything.

Krihel looked into the air and stroked his aching heart. What she needs now is not him, but the Demon King. What Krihel himself needs to choose is not puppy love, but the country.

It was from that night when he realized his feelings for Erina that he decided to keep this lowly greed and let it flow like a river. It was so slow and sluggish that his mind seemed settled like stagnant water, but Krihel could see that it was very slightly diminished.

He suppressed the desire to be angry with the Saint for why she did this. He resisted to immediately grab Erina’s wrist and escape from the dungeon.

He acted according to his belief, but the bitterness in his mouth was unbearable.

“De, De de de Demon King?! Demon King?! Did I just hear that wrong?!”

“…….”

Evan jumped up, forgetting that he was in front of the Emperor.

“No wonder he’s unusually good at magic. He doesn’t even blink an eye when he kills people like that!”

Evan, who was startled for a long time, like a person who would soon have his mouth foaming full of bubbles and go into a seizure, sprawled on the floor, wrapped his arms around his head, and rolled around for a while before slowly coming to his senses.

“You’re annoying me.”

Evan quickly knelt down at the cold voice and raised a belated, really belated greeting. Krihel waved his hand and ordered Evan to leave like chasing away an insect.

“I understand your surprise, but I have a lot to deal with from now on. So go home and do your personal appreciation.”

“… something you have to deal with…….”

The Emperor responded with a self-deprecating smile.

“Didn’t you hear that too?”

“Is it about the Saint?”

With nothing more to hide, the Emperor meekly nodded his head.

Evan’s expression, which had been a series of surprises and amazement, changed for the first time. Then, he took out all the wads of paper that he had tucked away in his arms and politely held them out toward Krihel.

“These are materials about black magic in County Abitz. I secretly stole it in case it might be useful.”

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The whip really hurts. I said it because I was putting unheard of swear words that do not exist in the world out of my mouth.

“Tell me! When did you start using black magic!”

“Haa, haa, from the moment the Saint gave the order to you bastards to destroy me.”

“I like your guts.”

The whip was swung at my chest. The skin got cut and my clothes were soaked in blood. It seems that quite a long time has passed since my clothes had changed into a dark red dress that was so dark that it was impossible to find the original color.

When he hit my face with his fist a few times, I clenched my teeth really hard because I was afraid that my teeth would fall out. Fortunately I didn’t die even though I was hit enough to die, perhaps thanks to the merit of being the Demon King’s companion.

Whether it’s because of my swollen eyes or because I’m starting to lose my consciousness over the torture, my vision is blurry. At first, I could clearly see three people, but now there were six, nine, and even twenty shapes of people.

At first I spat out the blood that flowed in my mouth, but now I had no strength. I just let it flow out of my mouth like a dog drooling on a summer day.

“To endure this far with a woman’s body. Strengthening the body with black magic would have required a lot of blood.”

“Crazy… You’re talking nonsense. You said that black magic doesn’t work because of the magic stone.”

As I smiled and talked, the man realized the contradiction in his words and hesitated for a moment. Soon, he took the whip and struck me down.

“Shut up!

“Uugh- resorting to violence if it’s disadvantageous. Truly ignorant.”

My disobedient words led to another pain of being unable to keep my mouth shut again.

I know what is being done now is not a normal method of interrogation. For example, this situation in which I was chained and bound to receive their one-sided violence.

It was something I was prepared for from the beginning. But as time passed and the intensity increased, my body found it difficult to withstand. Rather than the superficial pain over the skin, it was more like the feeling of not being able to stand the smell of blood.

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