What a ridiculous notion.
“Who do you take me for, a fool?”
The moment I laid hands on Librily, there was no turning back. Giving up would mean corruption. My only choice now is to prove my goodness and become Librily’s master.
“Quietly acknowledge me already!”
The vibrations grew more intense, crawling up my arms and shaking me to my core. I could feel it—this was Librily’s final struggle.
It wouldn’t be long now.
Just then, a commotion pierced through the whirlwind’s barrier.
“T-the torches are all out.”
“T-time’s… n-no…”
[ Warning. The 166th-ranked demon ‘Moriel, the Envoy of the Narrow Absolute Good’ has reappeared.]
The top of the whirlwind opened like the eye of a storm. In the ceiling above, a pair of iris-less red eyes flashed wide.
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“Madam, is that your child?”
“Y-yes, that’s right. He’s mine.”
She shouldn’t have answered like that. It was as…
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