Chapter 6: Aura's Bizarre Experience [3]
'What are you doing?'
Aura adopted a tactical scowl, realizing her emotional fluctuations had become too frequent—were all humans such pathetic beasts dominated by physical desires? What was so wonderful about those things anyway?
Finally she understood what was wrong with this human—he was utterly obsessed with her body.
"You—" Aura snatched the red gem from the puppet, her nails digging so hard they turned pale. She tilted her head, gazing down at Fingal, who was straining to keep a straight face, and curled her lips in a sneer. The look she gave him was even more dismissive than if she were staring at a paramecium.
"Really, you only ever think about yourself."
"Is your brain filled with nothing but these perverted thoughts? How utterly disgusting."
A pitiful human, enslaved by base, primal desires.
Is this all humans amount to?
[Aura's Favorability Slightly Increased.]
Oh?
Disgusted, yet her favorability is still rising?
Hajia, you... could it be you have a tsundere side?
Hah!
"Please! Aura-sama! I beg you, give me this chance!"
Fingal boldly grabbed her high heel, pleading in a loud, earnest tone.
"I'll do anything to experience the wonders of your body!"
For the first time, this powerful female Demon felt speechless. She didn't want to kill him—he was amusing—but using him felt strangely unsettling. She'd never had such conflicted thoughts before.
"Let go! Let go, I said! I'll agree, so don't you dare—just get away from me!!"
Utterly repulsed.
In the end, she had no choice but to consent.
[Aura's Favorability Slightly Increased.]
[Current Favorability with Aura: 21]
Success!
Perfect!
I knew it—my Hypnotism is invincible!
Aura kicked Fingal's handsome face away, slightly breathless. Damn, this guy's stronger than he looks?
"Disgusting."
"Kimo."
"Why don't you just die?"
Aura fired off a triple whammy of questions that would crush any timid admirer, but unfortunately, she was dealing with a seasoned veteran.
"Sorry, but I won't die until I've fulfilled my Summer Rhapsody. I want to serve Aura-sama for five hundred years!"
The so-called Summer Rhapsody was Fingal's ultimate degenerate fantasy—a terrifying, unrestrained delusion that could only exist in mindless anime, one that would make any woman recoil in disgust.
"...?"
Five hundred years?
Hah. Mere humans, so foolish.
[Aura's Favorability Slightly Increased—Current Favorability: 22 (Cold+)]
At this, Fingal couldn't contain his ecstasy... but he couldn't laugh yet. Just fifty more seconds! He'd allow himself to laugh in fifty seconds!
"Hey, what was your name before? Never mind, I'll just call you 'bug' from now on."
"Human males are even lower than insects."
Aura delivered her verdict. Hopeless. She couldn't comprehend how humans could betray everything for desires the Demons found baffling.
"Aura-sama, my name is Fingal Folls."
Fingal bowed his head, his tone light and seemingly intoxicated with joy. He pressed his lips together, as if still savoring the faint fragrance of the maiden.
One day, Aura, I'll make you kneel and beg.
You'll taste the wrath of a human male... you foolish, horned Demon woman! Damn Demon race, just you wait—the tides will turn!
I'm no ordinary loser!
...
Meanwhile, in the northern part of the empire.
Heavy clouds drifted in from the east, like ships soaring up from the sea, layer upon layer blanketing the earth.
Dark clouds collided violently with each other, accompanied by a deafening roar and lightning that illuminated the night sky. Millions of tons of rain poured down like a waterfall, as if the floodgates of heaven had been thrown open.
Yet even this couldn't extinguish the burning elven village—corpses littered the ground, both elves and demons, clearly evidence of a recent battle.
A red-haired female magician arrived at the elven village, her figure strikingly sensual, the white dress she wore rippling around her curves.
She came to the elven village and looked at the sole survivor kneeling on the ground, her eyes carrying a hint of pity... So the elven village has been destroyed?
"What astonishing mana... Did you fight against the Demon race? What's your name?"
The female elf didn't look up, her eyes as lifeless as death itself. After a long pause, she whispered softly:
"Frieren..."