The girl lightly leaped backward, completely ignoring Bauer’s chaotic slashes as she continued her deductions:
“He’s not even aiming properly.”
“But the logic doesn’t add up. From the moment we first met at the entrance, you already hated my guts, right? Back then, you had no idea I was a demon.”
“Was it because I stood too close to that Saint Candidate and stole your thunder? Or do you just hate my attitude?”
Seeing that none of his attacks could even touch the hem of her clothes, Bauer decided to go all out.
He squeezed out the last vestiges of magic within him, wrapping it around his sword tip, and swung at her with desperate resolve.
Die, you monster! This is the last of my royal magic!
The longsword descended with a sharp gust. Yet, just as the blade was about to strike, it stopped midair.
This time, the girl didn’t dodge.
She didn’t even look at him. She simply raised two slender fingers and clamped down on Bauer’s desperate sword edge like an iron vise.
“That’s not it either.”
She slowly turned her head and flashed him a mocking smile. Those eerie, blood-red vertical pupils seemed to pierce straight through his soul.
“What you hate isn’t the demon race, nor is it ‘Sewei Adams’ as a person.”
The vampire girl parted her crimson lips and struck through his last layer of pretense with pinpoint accuracy:
“What you hate is simply the person sitting in the ‘Duke Heir’s’ seat.”
Bauer’s movements froze, then he let out an even more frantic roar.
He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, straining with all his might to wrench the blade free from between her two fingers.
“AAAHHH—!”
“Whether or not you knew I was a demon, your hatred for me has always stemmed from that, hasn’t it?”
The girl remained completely unaffected by Bauer’s struggle. Her two fingers holding the sword didn’t budge an inch.
No! Bullshit! Shut up! You seductive demon, don’t try to shake my resolve with your twisted words!
Bauer cursed wildly in his mind, his face red as he yanked backward, trying to reclaim his sword.
But the next second, the resistance that had been clamping his blade suddenly vanished.
Caught off guard, Bauer stumbled backward several steps, nearly landing on his rear.
The Blood Demon girl casually flicked her fingertips, then, wearing her little leather boots, sauntered slowly after him.
Bauer steadied himself, raised his trembling hands, and lifted his sword again.
“What, am I wrong? The reason you hate me is because you’re jealous of this ‘worthless illegitimate daughter’ you see before you, isn’t it?”
No!
“You think, ‘Why does this trashy bastard picked up from who knows where get to call herself an Adams? Why does she get to inherit the great Duke family of the Kingdom of Ankate?'”
No!
“And you? You have so-called legitimate royal blood, yet you’re stuck in a small principality that depends on another kingdom, having to watch others’ expressions. Forget inheriting the throne—you’re even trampled on by your own siblings. You don’t even have the right to lift your head and breathe properly. You live like a dog with its tail between its legs.”
No…
“So when you learned of my existence, you became jealous of me down to your core. Jealous that I effortlessly obtained everything you desperately wanted. You wanted to trample me underfoot, wanted to see me humiliated. Gradually, this jealousy born of powerlessness festered and fermented into a hatred you used to deceive yourself.”
No…
At some point, Bauer had completely stopped his slashing motions.
He stood there like an empty shell drained of life, pale-faced and frozen, letting her words pierce his soul like daggers.
The Blood Demon girl stopped and tilted her head at him, smiling with innocent cruelty:
“Am I right?”
Clang—
The longsword slipped from his hand and clattered onto the hard ground.
The cave was thick with the stench of scorched flesh and blood, making Bauer gag.
Yet amid this hellish ruin, the girl stood calmly between two massive corpses.
Her white hair gleamed coldly in the dim light, her fair skin untouched by a speck of dust.
Only her blood-red vertical pupils glowed eerily in the darkness.
Bauer didn’t pick up his sword. Instead, he stared at the Blood Demon before him.
The self-righteous resolve and so-called patriotic hatred had long dissipated.
Only fear remained.
Pure fear.
“Ah… ah…” He opened his mouth—missing his tongue—and let out a despairing whimper.
“You want to ask how I knew all those dirty thoughts you’ve kept hidden? That you never told anyone, right?”
Bauer’s legs gave out. He stumbled back two steps and collapsed onto the cold floor.
When she cut off his tongue, he wasn’t afraid.
When she casually killed that fourth-tier Demon Spider, he wasn’t afraid.
Even when she revealed her true demon form, he still wasn’t afraid.
But now, when she spoke aloud in that casual tone the pitiful truth he had buried deep inside—the truth he himself dared not face…
He was afraid.
So this is a demon. A demon that can see straight into a person’s heart!
Crimson mist materialized out of nowhere, then condensed in the girl’s hand into a massive blood-red scythe, larger than her entire body.
Tap.
Her little leather boot stepped on the rubble as she advanced unhurriedly toward Bauer, dragging the heavy scythe behind her.
The blade scraped across the ground, producing a sharp grating sound.
Screech—!
Run! I have to run!
Fear spread through Bauer’s body. His throat instinctively let out a plea:
“Ahh… guh!”
Bam!
Before he could finish that ugly sound, the girl turned her wrist and slammed the broad back of the scythe into Bauer’s chin.
“I told you already: nod for yes, shake for no. Or did you forget how to understand human speech after losing an ear? You keep going ‘ah, ah’—who can understand your barking?”
A few broken teeth flew out with blood, and Bauer’s mouth was once again a gushing mess.
He desperately commanded his body to flee, but no matter how hard he tried, his body refused to respond.
His limbs were losing sensation bit by bit in the grip of fear.
At this moment, the only thing he could feel was the warm, uncontrolled wetness spreading beneath him.
“Oh, what a pity. I was really hoping to see a good show today: ‘Brave Human Prince vs. Vile Demon.’ But who would’ve thought…”
The white-haired girl’s gaze gradually turned cold. Even the last trace of interest vanished.
She stared at Bauer on the ground with a blank expression, as if looking at a pile of non-recyclable garbage:
“This so-called prince is just a pathetic coward driven mad by jealousy.”
“Well, sweet dreams, Bow… Bowl, or whatever. Boiled fish? Eh, doesn’t matter anyway.”
As consciousness faded, the last thing this Sixth Prince—who once dreamed of becoming king—heard was the indifferent, uncaring sigh of the Blood Demon girl.
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