Chapter 210 – Mephistopheles, Overlord of Hell #02

After a while, a splendid dinner prepared by Mephisto unfolded in front of Artin and Karen.

“…Delicious.”
“Yeah, that’s right. No, it’s more delicious than you think? This is the first time.”

The two of them, who tried to praise Mephisto in moderation while looking at Mephisto, continued their meal with sincere admiration.
It was because I couldn’t help but be surprised by the mountain and sea delicacies that seemed to maximize the pleasure of the senses called taste.

“Is Artin delicious?Hehe, is it difficult to be surprised by just this amount of food? This is just the first course of a hell supper!”
“..First course? Do you think it could feed 50 people?”
“Puhh! It’s difficult to evaluate hell with human common sense… Now, try this too! Aang~!”

Mephisto must have been satisfied with Artin’s positive embarrassment, and with a full smile on his face, he dipped a meat dumpling with a fork and held it out to Artin.

“Ahaha..That, I can eat it myself?”
“…Ah?”
“No, that… “
“Aaaaa!!”
“..Aang.”

Seeing Mephisto’s increasingly resolute expression, Artin eventually took the meat dumpling into his mouth and smiled uncomfortably.

“How are you Artin? Tasty?”
“..Mm, it’s delicious. Thanks Mephisto, but now I myself…”
“Ruler! This too! Aang~!”
“…”

As Mephisto continued to feed them, Artin’s expression began to grow weary.
Are you embarrassed? Or are you embarrassed? No, if it was such trivial feelings, he would be able to overcome them for the sake of the contract.

“…Pudeudeuk! Hard! Grrrr!”

Looking at the small but clear sound of Satanaicha’s teeth from the other side and the eyes full of hostility, Artin felt as though he would be put off at any moment.

‘If I could kill a person with my eyes, I would have died 30 minutes ago.’

No, you can definitely kill it.
That devil suppresses his energy as much as possible and tries not to disturb the meal, but even so, the weak energy leaking out is difficult for humans to handle.

‘The corps commander…No, even Hamon, the strongest among the demon king’s followers, might have to give up his hand in front of that devil.’

Even though the devil, Satanachia, has strength that humans can’t even imagine, he crouches down on himself and suppresses his power as much as possible to please them.

“…What’s wrong, Artin? Your expression looks uncomfortable. Is that goat head making you uncomfortable?”
“Yes? No, no! Maybe it’s because I ate too much, but my stomach is full…”
“… Is your stomach bloated? It seems inconvenient too. Right?”

Clink!

The moment Mephisto’s voice turned cold, the cups and plates around him couldn’t overcome the energy and began to break one by one.
At the same time, Mephisto’s second-in-command and head of the 12 retainers, Satanachia’s entire body trembled with fear.

“Satanachia. How disrespectful is this to Jim’s dearest friend?”
“Oh, you misunderstood Mephisto. I erased my presence by suppressing my energy and suppressing my strength to make it as uncomfortable as possible…”
“Are you saying it’s uncomfortable? Artine! Are you saying that your stomach is full because you are uncomfortable right now?”
“Ha, but what else can I do here…”
“The devil… Talks back?! Are you trying to talk back to Jim?”
“Oh no! I am lacking and disloyal Mephisto-sama!”

With Mephisto’s cry, the table on which the delicacies had been set split in half.

In response to the overlord’s wrath, Satanachia lowered her head and muttered apologetic words over and over again, and Artin and Karen had to stop eating.

‘…Ah, I’m really pretending.’

With Mephisto’s whim, the dinner party ended like that.
By the way, Mephisto’s anger, which seemed to kill Satanachia at any moment, was resolved at once with the pudding Artine brought.

*

“Partner. I sincerely believe in you and trust you. There must be some intention behind what you are doing.”
“..Uhm, that’s right. Thank you for trusting me.”
“But, Artin, I think we have to start talking about the contract. Do you know?”

After the dinner party, Artin took out a board game from his inventory to make Mephisto feel better.

I was going to bring up the story of the contract at that time when I’d play around for a while and feel better, but…

“You’ve already been playing board games for three hours. After all, are you going to stay at Mephistopheles’s bed all night?”
“What are you talking about? You won’t be like that either. Maybe.”
“At the point of maybe, your partner isn’t sure either, right?”

Sooner or later, it would be nighttime, and it was really like this, and we might end up taking a bath together, sleeping together, and mixing our bodies together.

Karen, aware of the situation, summoned Artin for a while and scolded Arty in the lowest possible voice in an empty hallway.

“Partner, as you know, Mephistopheles is focusing all his attention on you, did you see how he kept ignoring me when I brought up the contract?”
“..Yeah, I saw it. But it’s not because he’s malicious, it’s because it’s nice to see him after a long time. So…”
“Partner, I think you’re seriously mistaken about something.”

Karen put on a stern expression towards Artin for the first time in a long time and cut her off with her single sword.
She didn’t want to either, but she had no choice. Because she was sure that Artin’s judgment was a big mistake in her eyes.

“Mephistopheles is not that childish demon. Did you see it too? The terrifying appearance that appeared every time Violet summoned that demon in the third playthrough.”

It wasn’t enough to simply say that it was strong. It was as if all the malice and sins of this world had been incarnated in the form of demons.
Weak mortals had to feel fear and relief at the same time whenever the lord of sin wiped out the demons with his beckoning hand his.
The horror that that terrifying demon really exists in Hell, the relief that he is now on our side.

“No partner, did I even sign a contract with him in the third round? Even if he holds the form on the outside, he is soft and childish on the inside. It’s just playfulness…Too much.”
“That’s the problem! Artin, you are possessed by that devil! That demon isn’t an immature demon like Al’Miraj, he’s the overlord of hell!”
“…”

Artin wanted to retort, but he was at a loss for words.
In fact, she is very soft and kind only to herself, and even Violet, who was her contractor her, couldn’t properly control her powers her because I often saw her in the 3rd playthrough.

“..You may be right. Artin, you might be a controllable being, just like you said. But now I have to prove it.”
“..Proof?”
“Go ahead and speak up. Let’s make a deal right now. We didn’t come to play with that devil, we signed a contract and came to borrow his power. After signing the contract, it doesn’t matter if I play games or whatever.”

That’s right. Their original goal was to obtain enough power by making a contract with Mephisto.

‘Yes, I was too swung by Mephisto. I think it’s my turn to speak out.’

Recalling the plan he had in mind before arriving here, Artin nodded his head.
Seeing Artine’s determined expression, Karen finally smiled in relief and held Artine’s hand tightly.

“I’ll be waiting in the hallway for a moment, because I believe Artin will be able to convince you. Understand?”
“Okay. And can’t I just let go of this hand? It’s a little burdensome.”
“Can’t partners hold hands at least?”
“No. So let go.”

Leaving Karen with a sullen expression behind, Artin returned to the room alone with Mephisto.

“Hmm, hmm, I think I can earn a lot of points if I use the Heavenly Demon Token to kill the corps commander here..”
“Did you worry a lot, Mephisto? Is your turn still not over?”
“Joe, wait a bit, Artin! Five minutes, no, three more minutes, I think I can make a decision!”

At the sight of Mephisto, who fell in love with the board game that Artin made using his modern knowledge of his, Artin smiled as a father without realizing it.

‘Yes, this childish side is Mephisto.’

No matter how it may look to others, Mephisto was a cute little devil who was tired and annoying to himself, but at the same time worked hard to be a child.
Even in his 3rd round, he was a guy who listened to his requests even though he mixed mischievous conditions or nasty jokes every time, so it was clear that he would listen to me this time too.

“Hey, Mephisto? Let’s stop playing board games for a while and say…”
“Are you going to talk about the contract now?”
“Uh? Eh, did you know that too? If that explains the situation…”
“I know everything. Artin, Jim knows all. Anything about you.”

He didn’t even have to feel out of place. Mephisto’s tone and voice changed all at once, causing the air in the room to settle down coldly.
However, the party, Artin, was a little embarrassed. It was the first time Mephisto had shown himself drawing a line like this since the first time we met.

“Hey, Mephisto? Are you mad?”
“Did I ask if you were angry? No, Artin, Jim is not angry.”

Mephisto still did n’t turn his head towards Artin and looked at his board game board his.
Why did Mephisto’s mood, which seemed to give the whole world for Artin just a moment ago, suddenly turned bad?

“It was the 3rd playthrough that Jim told you about the magic circle. Since then, Jim has been waiting every day for you to visit Jim’s castle.”
“Even after you died, he waited every day. He waited every day, even after time passed,”
“Even when you enjoy your 4th life and play the unlikely love game and the warrior game, every day.”
“… Me, Mephisto?”

Pop, Mephisto’s words stopped.
Contrary to the coldly spoken words, Mephisto was still lowering his aura to a human level for the sake of Artin.

“Artin, did you really consider Jim a friend? Like you always said, are you a friend with whom you shared friendship?”
“..I’m sorry, but I did it in order to do my best in the 4th round… “
“It was six years.”

Mephisto’s eyes looked at Artin.
Mephisto’s eyes, which always had a mischievous smile, started to cry for the first time in his life, and Artin’s expression began to harden.

“It may be but a moment in a devil’s life, and it may not be very long in a human life, but to Jim, those six years seemed like an eternity.”
“For so long, not even once did I find my luggage… “

Mephisto’s small hand held Artin’s hand.
As if he wanted to be confirmed that Artin in front of him actually existed, not his imagination.

“Was the friend you speak of actually a lie? As if this world is not the real world to you.”
“… You.”
“Answer me, Artin Ludwig. Or do you want me to call you Yang Hee-min?”

When he heard his name from someone else for the second time after coming to this world, Artin’s expression turned pale.