Right now, what she cared about most in her heart were those two great demons.
The hope of breaking the Love Curse lay right here.
Liya couldn’t help but feel her heart surge with excitement.
But before that surge could last two seconds, she suddenly widened her eyes—because she instantly realized that if the suspected “Demon Collaborator” really was Yousitina, then she absolutely couldn’t let her slip up!
Otherwise, the Hero’s Sacred Slash would surely arrive as promised, and those two weaklings probably wouldn’t even be able to withstand the blade’s wind!
If they died, her own curse would be hopeless.
If the curse was hopeless, she would have to endure the torment of “love” for the rest of her life.
At that point, she’d end up having six or seven children with Joen, a bunch of Slime babies crawling all over the floor, even scurrying across the ceiling…
What a hell scroll!
Liya shuddered.
‘No way, I absolutely cannot let those two idiots be exposed in front of the Hero!’
Back when they first moved to the Empire Capital, he and Yousitina had still been high-spirited and well-off.
They had fought a few skirmishes with the local Church, but both sides had been restrained.
After all, they were just looking for a place to live and do experiments, not coming with hostile intent to cause trouble for humans.
Later… the two sides hardly clashed anymore.
They also encountered a crisis more severe than the Church’s encirclement.
—Money simply didn’t last.
Before coming to the Empire Capital, they had thought themselves wealthy enough to rival a kingdom.
But when they arrived, they realized money flowed like water here, while earning it was harder than reaching the sky.
Their experiment results couldn’t be sold; their business ventures suffered constant losses; even running dungeons earned little and lost much.
After their savings ran out, they had to borrow money.
When they couldn’t repay, they had to default.
At one point, their debt exploded, and they even fled to hide from creditors.
When they later returned, everything was quiet—no one dared to demand payment or cause trouble.
But they could never borrow money again.
Robbery was easy, but it was only drinking poison to quench thirst.
Robbing the poor didn’t help; robbing nobles meant a fully equipped Holy Army squad would appear at their door the next day.
Kill one squad, another would come, and they’d be on the Empire Blacklist from then on.
Having grown used to the materialistic, decadent convenience of the Empire Capital—where turning a magic valve gave hot water and a single press flushed away filth—how could they bear to live in some backwater?
The Demon Realm was even worse.
So they had to seek out other great demons in the area willing to lend money, enduring excessive demands and usurious interest rates from their own kind.
Eventually, they borrowed so much they couldn’t repay.
As a Cocoon Demon, Yousitina had to spin silk, cocoon herself, and evolve again, personally experiencing her beloved “Feminization,” transforming into her current delicate yet sexy young girl form, maximizing Charm Magic and Pheromones, and resorting to selling her body to supplement the household income and pay off debts.
Though demons never cared about trivial things like chastity…
But whenever he remembered Yousitina selling her First Night, being pinned down and taken advantage of by a human she despised, and coming back crying pitifully with a face drenched in tears, Navarro couldn’t help but sigh:
“The Empire Capital really does devour people without spitting out bones.”
Even demons weren’t an exception.
“Miss Yousitina inside! We have evidence of your demon collaboration! Confession is your only chance to live! Open the door immediately! I’m counting down from three!”
“Two seconds!”
“What are you stopping me for?”
“Hold on. I just did a careful inspection. There’s a very fresh set of high-heeled footprints. From the juice of the crushed vegetation, the timing is short—she likely just left. The file says she lives alone, so even if she’s not inside, it’s still feasible for us to enter and collect evidence of her demon collaboration, right?”
“What if she isn’t collaborating? What if we’re wrong? If we break into her home and mess everything up, are we just going to pretend nothing happened?”
“Joen, you just joined the Church, so you lack experience. You don’t understand. The moment the Demon Extermination Order was issued, only one outcome was possible for her: ‘demon collaboration.’”
“Why?”
“Because even if we’re wrong! Haven’t you figured it out yet? You, and the Bishop—everyone would have to take responsibility! If she’s not collaborating, then the compensation money will be deducted from our allowances. She has to be collaborating! She must be!”
“What kind of bullshit logic is that?!”
“This is about saving face for our Local Church in the Old District.”
The Holy Knights seemed to be having an internal quarrel outside the door.
Navarro breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Seizing the opportunity, he ran back to the underground lab and took out his greatest invention—the Beautiful Girl Knight Transformation Device.
As an Eye Demon from the Fifth Demon Realm, the Demon God he served, “Qianmian Miushen,” held authority over illusion and reality.
And he, like his deity, had become obsessed with the wonderful drama of turning chastity into debauchery, justice into evil, and rebellion into obedience.
This transformation device combined the magical craftsmanship of him and Yousitina.
It could turn any creature into a girl knight matching the user’s XP.
Their common trait was that they easily attracted attacks from males and were easily corrupted.
Originally, he planned to embed it into equipment and offer it as a completion reward for the next Forbidden Dungeon, to watch those brave adventurers fall from heaven to hell in an instant.
But due to financial constraints, he could only commission Yousitina to sell nine finished products to earn experimental funds.
The result… no one bought them.
‘Humans truly have no eyes. I put so much effort into making them.’
Navarro thought despondently.
It was only a matter of time before the Holy Knights broke the door down.
As the one house-sitting for Yousitina, he naturally had to do everything he could to protect the dresses, dance shoes, and experiment materials she cherished.
Without much hesitation, he directly activated the transformation device.
A white light flashed.
“Huff… huff…!”
When he regained consciousness, Navarro was breathing heavily like someone just rescued from drowning.
“She” stared at her own hands.
Slender fingers, rose-red lacquered nails—for some reason, they felt strangely familiar to “her.”
Only when he looked in the mirror did Navarro realize, with a mix of amusement and exasperation, that he had turned into Yousitina’s form.
“What the hell… how could my XP possibly be that person?”
“Must be some kind of malfunction.”
Navarro casually improvised an explanation, quickly changed into Yousitina’s clothes, calmed himself down, and went out to deal with the inspecting Holy Knights.
Meanwhile, outside, Joen was arguing vehemently with the two “veterans” in his squad.
“What if we catch the wrong person?”
His voice grew stern.
“Without solid evidence, arresting, judging, and executing someone as a Demon Collaborator—how is that different from killing the innocent?”
Lebron retorted:
“And what if we let the right one go? What do you mean by killing the innocent? When dealing with Demon Collaborators, shouldn’t we eradicate evil completely? Better to kill a hundred by mistake than let one escape!”
“Alright, alright.”
Scottie was always in the middle, playing peacemaker.
He urged Lebron:
“Joen just got here. He hasn’t been beaten down by reality yet. You’ve been through that mindset yourself—why are you still making a big deal out of it? He’ll understand slowly.”
Then he turned to persuade Joen:
“Joen, put away that overflowing saint-like heart. You’re making us sound like the bad guys. We’re just doing our job, executing orders from above. If there’s a mistake, it’s the mistake of the orders above—what does that have to do with us? Just do as you’re told.”
“Now the higher-ups have sent us to investigate Yousitina, so we investigate Yousitina. There’s no need to overthink it—how about that?”
Joen stared at Scottie’s earnest, honest face for a long, deep moment.
He suddenly realized that this Demon Extermination Order had long since transcended good and evil for them.
It was just an order that must be executed, and failure to execute would bring punishment.
Merging into the Church and becoming a part of its massive machinery dissolved all moral pressure, allowing them to do anything without scruples.
In the end, the door was violently broken down.
In the living room stood a beautiful girl who had just changed halfway, dumbfounded, her eyes incredibly shaken.
Lebron was instantly captivated by the girl’s beauty.
He unconsciously pressed closer, cornering her against the wall, drawing nearer and nearer.
“Miss Yousitina, my superior now suspects you of demon collaboration. Although I find it hard to believe that a beautiful lady like you would have anything to do with the demon race…”
His hand roamed over her waist, his head slowly lowering, his lips inching closer to hers.
“Miss Yousitina, give me a chance. This is also a chance for you and your companion to clear yourselves…”
Unfortunately, that kiss never succeeded.
Because at the critical moment, Joen pulled him away, rescuing Navarro who was pretending to be Yousitina.
In a sense, he also saved Lebron’s dignity.
But Lebron was ungrateful.
“Enough! Joen! I’ve been putting up with you for a long time! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The conflict erupted.
Joen immediately reached out to protect the person behind him and said calmly:
“That’s what I should be asking you. What are you doing?”
“Don’t tell me you call that ‘interrogation.’”
“You—!”
Lebron was furious.
At that moment, Liya had no time to pay attention to this quarrel.
Because she had just heard a very familiar name—Yousitina.
That familiar name instantly jolted her out of the Pupu Network, to the point where she temporarily paused Pu Town’s development, concentrating to confirm whether this was indeed the great demon she remembered.