Chapter 219 – Sitri (2)
The demon, Sitri, was a demon that was considered quite unusual even among her 72 people.
Of course, just as not everyone of the same race has the same appearance and personality, there are things that could be called individuality.
Even so, Sitri was unusual enough to be called ‘unusual’.
Despite being in the upper ranks around 10th place, they do not welcome battlefields full of blood and flesh.
Usually, the higher the level of demons, the higher the level of dignity, but most of them do not hide their cruel nature when the moment of battle comes.
‘Wow. Messy. Guys, can you clean it up?’
When they see the scene of blood spattering, instead of boiling, they stick out their tongues and pretend to vomit and avoid the seat as if they are sick of it.
‘Sittree! I’ll challenge you to a ranking match!’
‘What? Why me… Ah… It’s annoying. Can’t we just pretend you won?’
‘What, what? Are you ignoring me!’
Giving up without even fighting the battle of the same people who applied for a confrontation for a change of rank.
Of course, I wasn’t ignoring it, it was because I really didn’t want to fight. Sitri didn’t want to see his fellow countrymen, who were only seventy-two, quarrel over rank.
That’s why I was going to give up and hand over the rank without any regrets.
‘Keugh. I can’t accept it this way! I’ll come back next time, so fight seriously!’
… In that way, Sitri has been able to keep his rank up until now.
Anyway, it’s a different kind.
That was the evaluation of the other demons towards Sitri.
Of course, Sitri’s reluctance to engage in blood and slaughter isn’t because she’s kind-hearted, it’s just because she looks messy, and if she has to, she’ll be more brutal than anyone else.
In the first place, that much was very natural for the race of demons.
In particular, what attracted the most bizarre attention was none other than——.
“Wow, Scarlett Chepesch is really cool. Isn’t that right, Gamigin?”
“Yeah, Sitry. Now that I understand it, why don’t you stop coming to my castle every day?”
“But there is no one who accepts it other than adding it.”
“You’re in Lerage, Lerage.”
“That bitch doesn’t know Scarlett’s cool! Look at this, this radiant blonde hair, eyes sparkling like jewels, and skin as white as milk——”
“Stop!”
It was said that she was her sister-in-law to high-ranking blood nobles, including her severely ill Scarlett Chepes.
It wouldn’t be so incomprehensible if the truth was less.
The dimension where the previous demon lords invaded and fled, and most of the demons disappeared.
If we were to choose the noblest clans in that dimension, the imperial family, which had inherited the protection of the sun god and produced warriors, and the two families that produced swordsmen and wise men from generation to generation.
And because they are the three families of the night, the heirs of the true ancestors, the eldest sons who were created with the favor of the moon god.
I wonder if the demon lord, Baal, would have stopped paying attention. After the previous demon king, he tried to attack the place again, so the demons under his command couldn’t help but know about it.
Among them, there were beings who were stuck in the keyword of high-ranking blood demons, like Leragie and Sitri.
However, Lerazier and Sitri were not on good terms. There was no particular reason.
“Leraji, that bitch is just happy to die if her bloodline is a little precious. Huh? I don’t think to look at each detail like this, I just like it, huh? How can that be called a proper mindset?”
“Oh, my head hurts…”
It’s simply because the direction of thinking is different from each other.
If the Lerajie were interested in their own world, the race itself, which does not exist in the Pandemonium, but looks subtly similar to them.
Sitri is a special being among them. In terms of themselves, they fell in love with an existence similar to the demon king.
It’s still immature because it’s been a while since its birth, and it hasn’t finished growing yet, but Sitri could be sure.
Scarlett Chepes. That he has the qualities to be as great as their king.
“Sittree. Consider your age. Are you crazy enough to lust after a child from another dimension who was born seventeen years ago?”
“Be quiet. Does age matter in love?”
“That’s true too.”
Gamigin nodded her head. Although it is rare for demons to feel the emotion of love itself in the first place, age was not important in love for demons.
Love was a strong emotion that I rarely felt in my life. But is there a need to give up one’s heart just because the age difference between one and the other person is so great?
You don’t have to.
So the devil concluded.
Gamigin, too, did not take issue with Sitri’s love-like affection for a young vampire, barely over ten, peering across dimensions.
Just.
“Ugh… I want to see you once. I miss you, I want to touch you, I want to touch you, I want to raise you… How great will it grow?”
Strangely.
Because I often feel that Sitri’s affection is ‘dedicated’.
Devil’s love is destructive. Instead of sacrificing themselves, they force the sacrifice of the object they fell in love with.
In that sense, Sitri’s love was rather bizarre.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“If there is that young vampire in front of you, let’s say.”
“Omg!”
“Listen to me. So, are you going to take me like you said before?”
“That, right?”
“But what if he says he doesn’t like it?”
“… Eh. Uh, eh.”
Sitri, who had been answering excitedly, stiffened and fell into trouble without being able to answer easily.
… In the first place, most demons don’t worry at moments like this.
“What are you thinking about? Ignore it and take it.”
“Yeah, but, then you won’t hate it.”
I guess that the other person will hate it, and I don’t act that I hate it, and I don’t even make meticulous judgment together.
“If you don’t like it, you can make them like it.”
“Is that so? But I don’t think it’s going to be the Scarlett I like.”
I can barely calm myself down, so I don’t get so flustered.
“What if that young vampire could live instead of you dying?”
“Um… If Scarlett finds out, are you willing?”
“Are you crazy? Willingness is what willingness!”
“Oh, it hurts! It hurts, Kamigiin!”
Of course, rather, if they were forced to sacrifice, they would do it, but they would not sacrifice instead.
In other words, Sitri was clearly a bizarre existence that deviated from common sense.
Gamigin touched her throbbing hair.
“Whoa.”
“Oh, Gamigin. Do you have any concerns? Take a deep breath.”
“Iknow, right.”
He is only seventy-two compatriots. Although the demons of the lower ranks and the higher ranks do not and cannot mix, it is clear that they are a few of their compatriots.
Especially Gamigin, who cared for such people, was concerned about Sitri’s devoted and self-destructive love.
At this rate, I wondered if I would really die for that little boy.
But it was just a really low possibility worry. Right now, all Sitri could do was just watch over the dimension.
*
Sitri thought.
‘Ah, today is the day I will die.’
Someday, a day in the past about a hundred years.
Seeing a boy through a dimensional wall for the first time, Sitri realized.
‘I am destined to die to that child.’
It was like a revelation. Even Vassago’s authority to read the future in order to create the desired result, a flow so huge that it turned into ‘something like that’, the inevitable fate itself.
Of course, even if that was inevitable and destined to happen, the king of Sitri and of all demons, their greatest and most powerful lord, would have done something.
If it were the power of a great king who could destroy even fate and blaspheme even providence.
But Sitri didn’t.
If the end of her boring life was at the hands of the man she loved, it would be the best end she could face.
Although the man had brutally killed dozens of her own people, and even killed the Prime Evil Vassago, who had summoned dozens of them as sacrifices, making the sacrifices worth nothing.
‘Be cruel.’
Even so, Sitri was just fine.
As Gamigin once warned, self-destructive sacrificial love made Sitri unable to hate the man.
Such a fate.
A body that has no choice but to be like that.
Quaang!
A roar came from over there. The remnants of Nosferatu attempted a surprise attack as a last resort.
Of course, he couldn’t do any damage, and Sitri could see that he didn’t bother to look at the situation by spreading his feelings.
‘Soon.’
Death is coming, and her love is coming.
‘Shall I say I love you?’
At the last moment, which will is the most appropriate? Even if I whisper love, the man won’t accept it.
Then.
‘I’ll die because I love you, so I’ll quietly give up my head.’
If I told him not to fight and die, but to simply open his arms and take his neck, wouldn’t even that man be agitated?
It’s only agitated, but taking her neck won’t change.
Still, I wanted to see him shaken at least once. How her love, her heart shakes his heart.
But.
‘Ugh. It can’t be. If I do, it might give me room for strange thoughts.’
Maybe not all demons are bad? Room to think the same way.
If Sitri willingly gave up her throat and whispered that she loved him until the last moment, would he still think that the devil is an uncompromising evil?
If not him, what about the other people who came with him?
So Sitri decided to keep his mouth shut.
Demons are invaders from another world.
Absolute evil.
An enemy with no room for regeneration.
That’s it.
“Welcome, my love.”
Quaang!
Her love came here.
To put an end to a long life.
