After Daphir left, Natalie turned her gaze toward Emily, who was slumped on the floor.
Emily certainly wanted to stand up, but because she had just been scared half to death by Daphir, her legs were so weak they refused to obey her.
Of course, upon noticing Natalie’s piercing stare, Emily grew tense once again.
Emily still didn’t understand why Natalie had suddenly protected her.
However, she wasn’t about to assume Natalie was a friendly person just because of that.
After all, Natalie had also mentioned she would “torture” her thoroughly to extract information.
In the end, Emily dismissed the argument between Natalie and Daphir as a minor disagreement between allies.
Just as Emily was thinking that, Natalie suddenly took a step closer.
This frightened Emily so much that she scurried backward.
One couldn’t really blame Emily for being a coward.
For a girl who had originally been an ordinary high school student, this was truly a situation she wasn’t equipped to handle.
If one were to calculate the odds of Emily winning a fight against the Demon King Natalie, it would be roughly one to nine—meaning Natalie could kill Emily nine times in 1 second.
Furthermore, after being forcibly turned into a girl by God, Emily’s personality had been more or less influenced by her new, beautiful body.
To put it simply, she was more timid than before and found it much easier to cry.
Natalie stared down at the pitiful Emily, who somehow stirred a strange protective instinct in her.
After what had just happened, Natalie realized one thing: the prison was no longer safe.
It was simply too easy for someone of the Demon King Executive rank to break in.
As for Natalie herself, she wasn’t particularly good at utility magic.
Her style as the Demon King was to crush her enemies in a direct, head-on confrontation.
Consequently, Natalie couldn’t set up magical traps or barriers to protect Emily.
While she could set some up if she forced herself to, that level of magic would only be effective against ordinary soldiers or enemies.
It would never stop someone as stubborn as Daphir.
Natalie knew very well that a man like Daphir would never let the matter drop.
He would surely find a way to solve the problem—or solve Emily.
Moreover, it wasn’t just Daphir.
There was a possibility that other Demon King Executives might attack Emily as well.
Emily’s status as the Saintess made her a primary target for hatred within the Demon King’s castle.
The members of the Demon Race who didn’t have a grudge against the Church were a small minority.
The more Natalie thought about it, the more she felt that Emily couldn’t stay in this prison any longer.
Finally, Natalie reached a decision.
Simply put, she would kidnap Emily and take her back to her own room!
This way, not only could Natalie see Emily at any given moment, but since she would be kept in the Demon King’s private quarters, Daphir and the other executives wouldn’t have the courage to sneak in and harm her.
After all, if anyone broke into the Demon King’s room—regardless of their motive—Natalie could execute them on the spot.
Natalie didn’t think Daphir was stupid enough to go that far.
The more Natalie thought about it, the more perfect the plan seemed.
It wouldn’t just satisfy her personal desires; it would also put an end to Daphir’s “schemes”!
With that thought in mind, Natalie strode quickly toward Emily.
Before Emily could even react, Natalie had already hoisted her up and draped her over her shoulder.
“What are you doing, Demon King!”
Faced with Natalie’s sudden move, Emily was naturally startled.
However, she only dared to protest verbally; her body remained exceptionally still.
She knew that if she struggled recklessly and accidentally hit Natalie with her hands or feet, she would be the one in trouble.
Even if it didn’t hurt Natalie, it would definitely infuriate her.
“What am I doing? I’m just moving your place of confinement.”
Natalie replied to Emily as she carried her out of the cell without a second thought.
Given their heights, Emily was actually the taller one.
This resulted in the sight of Natalie, who stood less than 5 feet tall, carrying the 5 feet 7 inches tall beauty Emily, looking quite conspicuous as they moved.
The soldiers guarding the prison were shocked to see their Demon King emerge carrying the Saintess.
But no matter how curious the soldiers were, none of them had the courage to ask Natalie where she was taking her.
In the soldiers’ imagination, Natalie must have been taking the Saintess out of the prison to find a place with better torture equipment to “interrogate” her properly.
They didn’t realize at all that Natalie simply intended to hide her away like a prize.
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And so, without any struggle, Emily was easily brought back to Natalie’s room.
Upon returning to her quarters, Natalie didn’t hesitate to toss Emily onto her bed.
Emily bounced slightly as she hit the mattress and began to scan the room.
“This is…”
Looking at the decorations, which were even more luxurious than the Saintess’s chambers, Emily vaguely guessed that this must be the Demon King’s room.
However, she truly didn’t understand why Natalie had suddenly moved her from the prison to her own bedroom.
‘Could it be… is there some dangerous torture device hidden in the Demon King’s room?!’
Thinking of this, Emily began to tremble once more.
“…Why is there a strange smell on you? Are you sweating?”
Natalie suddenly asked, looking concerned.
“…”
Natalie’s question effectively silenced Emily.
Emily knew exactly what that “smell” was.
After all, she had just been scared into a small accident by Daphir.
Although the amount wasn’t much—not enough to completely soak through her clothes—Emily was terrified that Natalie would punish her severely if she found out.
Natalie had been carrying Emily, after all.
To cover up the incident, Emily responded with a trembling voice.
“What’s it to you? Does the Demon King not even allow me to sweat…?”
“…Then do you want to take a bath?”
“What?”
‘What on earth is this Demon King planning? Suddenly telling me to take a bath? What’s her goal? Is the torture device in the bathhouse? Or does she plan to ambush me while I’m washing?’
Despite the various thoughts racing through her head, Emily, who had just “leaked,” didn’t want to miss the chance to clean her body.
After becoming a girl, she had developed a bit of a cleanliness complex.
Besides, Emily figured that even if she refused, the Demon King would find other ways to mess with her.
She might as well choose the option that made her feel a little better!
“I get it… I’ll go wash up, okay! I don’t know what you’re planning, but don’t think you’ll get any information out of me!”
Though her body was being perfectly cooperative, Emily still retorted stubbornly.