Chapter 195 – Wolf, Alexander, and Morbius (1)

“Don’t bullshit!”

It was as expected. She struggled and refused to believe me. Who would believe The fact that the demons are friends of the thief Fabian in the hero party. The fact that we don’t intend to kill you and we want to talk to you.

Said Taffy.

“It’s real.”

Taffy said as she put her thumb and little finger on her tongue and forehead. I lowered her hand and asked.

“Hey, where did you learn this?”

“The Action of Truth.”

“It’s bad, don’t do it.”

For orphans, there is no hand gesture more discredited than this ‘movement of truth’. From pickpocketers to shoe shiners, all the people who cheated in the neighborhood learned this move and used it to show off their poor family background, saying, “I don’t have a mother, so it’s okay.”

The elf stared at us as if he didn’t know what this motion that was transmitted among humans was, and spoke in a low voice.

“I look stupid, but… I’m not an idiot to be fooled by such lies. Are you trying to persuade me to dig up information about other warriors? It’s a pity. Wouldn’t it be easier to just kill him?”

Petunia Titi kept taunting me, saying she would kill herself quickly. But there was no point in lashing out at her provocation while she was tied up. I just relaxed and met her gaze, and Taffy pondered how to make Petunia Titti believe us.

“You want to die like that, why don’t you just kill me? You saw how strong it was. If I let go this time, I might not be able to handle it.”

It was Millia’s opinion. Her mousetrap in her corner nodded her head in agreement with her opinion. Sophia was also looking at me, nodding her head. Her hands were dirty as she cleaned up the broken remains of her trash.

Milia was using her magic to repair her broken wall, and she held out her other hand toward her table. Elena was carefully bandaging her arm. As Elena tightened her bandages slightly, Milia said with a frown on her face.

“Ouch.”

“Oh, does it hurt a lot?”

“Ah, it’s okay.”

Isabel went outside and she was explaining to the people about the disturbance. I’m curious to know how she explains it, so if you listen closely to her

“Oh, can’t that guy Evan throw things and hit him again?”

“Evan is my husband and a loyal family man. Please refrain from such misunderstandings. This explosion accident was a simple accident caused by our improper storage of the magic tools that Alice sent us in the past…”

It was a pretty plausible explanation. I wanted to see the face of the guy who had the strange misconception that I was hitting Isabel, but I couldn’t afford that right now. It was because I couldn’t keep Petunia Titi tied up in the air.

If she doesn’t listen to her, she has no choice but to kill her. Milia wanted me to kill Petunia Titi, and Taffy was in trouble. I sat down on the sofa, lost in thought, then fixed my gaze on the drawer in my room that I could see through the crack in the broken door.

“Ah. Letter.”

Letter. After that, there was a letter. The last letter Fabian left us was in that drawer. Petunia Titi trembled in embarrassment when I jumped out of the seat.

“Hick!”

As she hung dangling in the air, her body fluttered as her cobwebs fluttered in the wind.

Milia saw that and laughed, covering her mouth.

“Put.”

I heard Petunia Titi screaming behind my back. She had a flash point lower than that of a candle wick, so even the slightest spark would ignite immediately.

“What, what! Don’t laugh! If this is solved, you won’t even be able to eat a handful!”

“Oh yeah. Okay.”

Millia nodded her head leisurely and looked around at her bandaged hand. The luxurious and tidy clothes and the tightly tied bandages did not match each other, giving her a strange appearance. Milia tried to move her bandaged hand, then frowned again.

“It hurts.”

I took the letter out of the drawer. When Taffy saw the letter, she let out a small exclamation and nodded her head as if she remembered it belatedly. Observing our reactions, Petunia Titti turned her head to ask me.

“What.”

“This is the letter Fabian sent to us before he went to the North. If you’re a member of Hero’s group, you’ll recognize the handwriting, right?”

Petunia Titi glared at the letter I passed. Through Taffy’s telekinesis, her letter floated in the air and stopped in a convenient position for her to read. I could see her face shaking as she read the letter. Her twisted lips trembled, and her breathing, which seemed to be about to get angry at any moment, quieted down.

It was already past her time to finish reading her letter, but Petunia Titi’s eyes went up and down again and again, looking for traces of Fabian.

“…I read them all.”

After she went up and down about five more times, Petunia Titi said so. The anger that seemed like it would kill us at any moment subsided. I let out a sigh of relief at the thought of finally being able to talk to her. She is the only one of the remaining Hero’s who lives like a human.

She worked hard to defeat the Demon King, and she didn’t hurt anyone. There is no reason for us to seek revenge, and she was a woman Fabian should respect as her friend.

“Can you believe us now?”

Said Petunia Titti, looking into her empty space. It was a weak voice, more like a sigh than a talk.

“Just once. Fabian brought up his story once. She had fallen into an enemy’s trap in Pandemonium. Just when we thought we might all die, Fabian said so. She said she had really close friends when she was a slave. They said they were children without names and called by numbers. With the girl called number 13…”

She winked at me

“No. 17.”

Petunia Titti nodded her head. She looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling, which had endured for a long time, was stained black with the weight of the years. She said.

“Life is so strange.”

“I think so too.”

I said that and nodded her head, and Petunia Titti thought with her eyes closed, then looked at me again.

“…What do you want?”

I leaned against the back of the chair and said.

“Love and Justice.”

Miria laughed at those words. Sofia was pulling Kelly out of her collapsed pile of her materials. As if knocked out by her material, she stretched out making strange noises. Petunia Titi said with a smile at the words love and justice.

“A demon?”

“In a world where even warriors discuss revenge, is there any law against demons shouting love and justice?”

At the mention of Wolf’s revenge, Petunia’s face contorted again. She scanned her floor with a somber expression and said, avoiding her gaze from me.

“Just tell me the point. Do you want to gossip Wolf?”

“I will tell you in advance. I don’t want to become a demon king, nor do I want to destroy this world. I just want to restore the world that those heroes ruined.”

Disappointment passed in Petunia Titi’s eyes. She said, squinting her eyes.

“After all, you are asking me to betray my comrades. No matter how much you are Fabian’s friend, you are the ones who defeated the demon lord with me. I can’t help you Because that would also be a betrayal of Fabian.”

“How much do you know?”

“What do you mean?”

“The depravity of the warrior party. How much do you know?”

Petunia Titti turned her head.

“…I don’t know the details. In the meantime, I’ve been living with almost no worldly work. Somehow, something happened… Anyway, I know their misfortune. I know very well that demons like you aren’t bad enough to be judged as mere evil.”

She was gibberish. It seems that my question hit a more painful spot than I thought. Milia was laughing through her snort as if she knew something, and I tried to talk to her again.

“That…”

“Wait, Evan. Will you leave the persuasion to me?”

And Millia got up from her seat. She looked at me with her back slightly bent, as if asking for my permission. As she nodded her head as she scanned her clear breastbone, Milia drew a circle in the air. A portal overflowing with red energy was created. Millia whispered a few words in a low voice to the other side of the portal, and a bundle of papers came out with the sound of busy footsteps.

Petunia Titi looked at the papers that Milia was pulling out and asked with a worried face.

“What, what?”

“This is data showing that the proportion of priests from the Hero family and Wolf supporters suddenly increased after Saint Alexander ascended to the throne.”

As Milia pushed up the papers, her bound petunia floated up for easy viewing. Petunia Titi blinked her eyes and put on a puzzled expression.

“These are testimonies that confess that after Alexander came to power, the number of people convicted of heresy and sentenced to confiscation of property suddenly increased, and most of the trials were carried out hastily.”

Another document flew through the air.

“This is evidence that Mobius wrote a contract for human experimentation on the slaves as collateral for the liberation of the slaves, and then abandoned the mind-shattered slaves in the North.”

“This is proof that Alexander was treated as a woman by nobles and exercised authority over certain families.”

“This is proof that all the women who were candidates for sainthood live in Alexander’s mansion or become Hero Wolf’s concubines.”

“And this is proof that extra points were awarded only to the students of the academy who were invited to Alexander’s room among the theological students.”

Petunia Titi’s face was getting hard. The misdeeds of her comrades, whom she had dismissed as her vengeance and anger, were being exposed before her eyes. Letter by letter. The hard evidence of her inability to turn away haunted her.

“What, what is this…”

“Succubuses are very good at gathering information. This is the information I gathered bit by bit while working on the academy. In the worst case, I have to fight alone. All over the place. Know? Some were brought by the seniors, and some were obtained from the academy dean lining up.”

Millia’s hand lightly brushed her hips.

“Usually men are quiet.”