“Jon, I may be an apprentice like you, but as your senior, let me teach you a lesson today.”
Riiip—
Lebron tore at the fabric with force.
The silk dress the girl had just put on ripped apart, revealing a generous view of fair, delicate skin.
“Waaah—!”
Navarro screamed in terror.
What’s wrong with this human! If you want to talk, just talk—why tear a demon’s clothes!
Though as an Eye Demon she was used to being naked, there was a clear difference between “not wearing clothes” and “having them torn off by a man.”
Even she felt a sense of shame under Lebron’s aggressive, icy gaze.
“Miss Yousitina.”
Lebron’s voice was frigid.
“I advise you to confess honestly. Tell us everything you know, or else—”
He opened the case he carried and took out the interrogation tools one by one.
“Feel the barbs here… No, this whip has been soaked in high-concentration capsaicin and agonizing poison. Before I question you, I’ll cast a sensory enhancement divine spell on you, multiplying the pain several times.”
“Oh, and this. See this hook with the iron weight? I’ll pierce it through the most sensitive parts of your body and hang them up.”
“Then there’s this—”
Lebron pulled out a small vial and shook out several pills.
“See this? Dormant electric salamander eggs. Once inserted, they’ll revive when they meet moisture, stick to you, absorb your blood, and cause unbearable itching and pain…”
“Wait, what the hell kind of expression is that?”
Lebron was stunned.
He found that instead of the fear, despair, and terror he’d expected, the girl’s cheeks were flushed a bewitching red.
She stared straight at the whip, her eyes strange and deep.
Well, I’ve got a perverse hard case here.
He clicked his tongue in exasperation.
Navarro felt both shame and anger.
Pfft! Who’s a perverse hard case!
She hadn’t wanted this, but one reason was the side effects of the transformation device, and the other…
Yousitina’s body had evolved to adapt to her “debt-paying” life, and the device had copied that trait.
“What are you looking at me for? Don’t expect a reward.”
Lebron closed the box and pulled out a bottle of demon drug, muttering threats:
“Luckily, I learned from a senior… for collaborators like you who begged demons for perverse constitutions, we use the ‘punishment of neglect.’ This demon drug is blessed by the Goddess of Love—nineteen times stronger than ordinary enhancers.”
“I’ll feed it to you, tie you up, and leave you alone. Within half an hour, the torment will make you beg to confess everything.”
Jon approached with a dark face, silently snatched the demon drug away, then untied his robe and draped it over the girl.
“Enough. Is this interrogation or torture? Is this also the goddess’s teaching?”
“Jon, don’t be stubborn. This is standard procedure. If we don’t make them suffer, how will they admit to the serious crime of trafficking with demons?”
Lebron didn’t turn around, pulling out a second bottle.
“Shouldn’t investigation rely on reasoning and evidence?”
Jon grabbed Lebron’s hand, stopping him from continuing the torture.
“Ha—”
Not only Lebron laughed, but Scottie, leaning against the wall, covered her mouth and giggled.
“Jon, your methods only work on unlucky and stupid criminals. To root out all the rot, you need harsh measures.”
With “unlucky and stupid” mixed in, Lebron lifted his chin slightly.
“Jon,” Scottie urged him seriously.
“The greatest value of punishment is deterrence. We torture these collaborators half to death, parade them through the streets, and that frightens the commoners who secretly want to learn black magic. It makes the wicked tremble.”
“I beg to differ.”
Jon’s grip on Lebron’s hand didn’t move.
His face was taut like a silent war drum.
“Not wronging any innocent person is also my bottom line.”
“She’s a prostitute, not a good person.”
“At least there’s no evidence she trafficked with demons.”
“But there’s no evidence she didn’t.”
“What more proof do you need? Just look at her!”
Jon took a deep breath.
He pointed at the half-eaten leftovers on the table, anger boiling in his voice:
“If she really trafficked with demons, knew black magic, or had some powerful demon friend, would she live so miserably? This miserably?”
“What kind of demon could she be? She’s even eating discarded bread crusts every day!”
“Uh…”
Lebron fell silent.
Navarro, pinned by Lebron, reddened and trembled with fury.
Dammit!
You can torture me!
Abuse me!
But—don’t call me—miserable!
And who eats bread crusts every day!
This is just a temporary measure because I’m short on funds!
A temporary measure, you get it?!
The more she thought, the angrier she got.
She wanted to stop holding back, jump up, fight back, and teach this brat who called her miserable a lesson.
Damn!!
Damn it all!
Calling me miserable!
Where am I miserable!
I’m a demon! A true demon!
Her pretty face cold, she turned to Jon.
“You… you damned insects—”
Lebron suddenly found he could barely hold the woman down.
His face changed slightly.
Uh oh.
This might be the real deal.
Fear rose instinctively, and he let go of “Yousitina.”
Jon, having dodged the sudden move, stepped back a few paces.
Navarro stood up slowly, cracked her wrists, and looked at Jon.
She was about to say something harsh when she froze.
Because the pink little thing on Jon’s shoulder—while everyone was focused on “Yousitina”—extended thin gel tentacles above Jon’s head, forming a line of small text.
[Miss Yousitina, it’s me, Demon King Lia.]
The text changed rapidly.
[Don’t resist. Act pitiful immediately. Don’t reveal you’re a demon.]
“Ha?”
Navarro laughed scornfully.
Act pitiful?
For that guy?
Why should I!
I’m a demon!
A demon with pride!
I can be abused, but I won’t be mocked!
I will never let anyone mock me for eating bread crusts!
Not even the Demon King Lia could make her do that.
But then the text changed again.
[← He’s the Hero in disguise. Killed me in one second.]
Thump.
Navarro knelt down smoothly.
“Please, mercy, my lord! I confess! Judge me—I won’t complain!”
Her reasoning was clear: with the Demon Extermination Order out, clearing her name was impossible.
Besides, she wasn’t clean—the more they investigated, the worse it would get.
Better to confess to trafficking, let the Holy Knights take her back to the chapel, endure a few days of humiliation and torture in the judgment room, and then let them burn her at the stake.
Fire couldn’t kill her anyway—she’d escape.
Anything was better than being stabbed by the Hero.
Even among demons, there were gaps.
She had met the Demon King Lia and knew her combat skills and magic were far inferior to that spirited young demon king.
If killing the Demon King Lia took only a second…
Killing her wouldn’t even take a blink.
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