Chapter 33: Evil Plan, Failure (part 1)

“Dad, I’m back! I’m Letia, Daddy’s cute daughter, hehehehe.”  

“…Shut up, devil! How dare you—how dare you take my daughter’s image!”  

A dark alley, devoid of a single ray of light.  

The poor, frightened girl curled up her small b0dy and trembled.  

Her face was drenched in cold sweat, as if she were in pain, and the twisted black and red blo0d vessels, corrupted by demonic energy, stood out starkly.  

Vagrant’s Destruction—the lesser devil.

She had taken over the body of Paton’s daughter, the foolish butler, and now found herself powerless in this situation.  

The nameless magic sword, stained with the bl00d of countless victims, swallowed even the faintest light that tried to enter the alley, leaving behind nothing but a grim and oppressive atmosphere.  

The cause of her current situation, was Emily Ridina.  

The devil had gone around slaughtering priests without a second thought, oblivious to how terrifying the world truly was. In truth, she had always looked down on priests.  

They spoke of a priestess who could incinerate an entire underworld with a single stomp. With a snap of her fingers, she could annihilate an army, and even return from the dead.

The devil had scoffed at those stories, convinced they were nothing but exaggerated boasts—desperate threats from a cornered rat trying to puff itself up.

But she had been gravely mistaken.  

The so-called “real” priests of Telmere she had encountered couldn’t even touch the bodies of low-level devils. 

And she, who had mimicked high-ranking devils by consuming countless lives, was utterly powerless before the priestess who carried the blessings of the heavens.  

The devil couldn’t win.  

“They say Paton has been captured. Still, he’s your father, isn’t he? Why don’t you go save him?”

Turbid Desire clumsily mimicked a woman’s face, twisting it in a mocking sneer as she addressed the young devil standing before her.  

The high-ranking devil, who normally smiled with amusement, instead observed the younger devil in silent contemplation.  

She let out a faint sigh—one that oddly resembled a human’s—and placed a finger between the younger devil’s brows.  

“Emily Ridina? Julius Tapnel? Yeah, they’re powerful. If you’re not a devil at the level of the Emperor’s Nightmare, you’re guaranteed to die against them. No, even if I went, if I fought head-on, I’d be struck down in a single blow.”  

“But still, didn’t you make a contract with me? Who saved you from being captured by the cult and dying as a pathetic stray devil? Me. Who gave you strength when you were weak? Me. Who made it possible for you to impersonate that butler’s daughter? Me.”  

“If you borrow power, isn’t it only right that you pay the price?”  

“…Ha, but…”  

“The plan proceeds as scheduled. No, it moves forward by a day.”  

“If that happens, I’ll die. Paton has already been caught—they probably know everything.”  

“You misunderstand. This plan is merely a decoy.”  

‘The real target isn’t that “big snake”—it’s Julius Tapnel. The goal is to take down the strongest man on earth.’  

“You only need to buy enough time for him to talk to Julius. That’s all. You can do that, right?”  

“……”  

“Yes, as Paton’s daughter, you are a dutiful child going to save her father.”  

A black, squishy hand, formed from shifting mud, gently rested on the girl’s shoulder.  

“It may be a lie—but if a devil speaks it, then it must be the truth.”  

“Go and save your father.”  

A soft, chilling laughter echoed through the alley. The specter of the saint’s representative, who had been laughing at the young devil, dissipated into the air like a phantom and vanished.  

Now, only the devil girl remained in the darkness.  

No—Letia Tonant.  

The girl who had perished to the plague two years ago, along with Liliana Aran, clenched her teeth.  

She had already died once.  

And now, she braced herself for her second death.

***

“Gagh, cough, cough….”  

—Shaaah  

The girl fell to the floor, twisting her small body as if her entire being were on fire.  

The heavy rain poured down on Aran, the city of water, drenching its delicate frame as though soaking its entire world.  

The devil let out a pained groan each time a raindrop touched its body.  

Upon closer inspection, it became clear—every time a raindrop landed on her, pure white flames burned the devil’s flesh.  

A miracle, wrought by Rom’s daughter.  

The Rain Ritual—a sacred spell enacted through the power of a high-ranking priestess.  

It was a simple holy incantation, designed to counteract the dark clouds summoned by heretics when they fully prepared their rituals to make it rain.  

However, there was a woman who took that spell further—one who made the skies pour, turning every raindrop into holy water with the Power of Flow, burning all evildoing devils to death.  

Saint Erman once called her, “The great one who receives God’s love in her very being.”  

Rom’s adopted daughter, Emily the Immortal.  

Her beautiful purple eyes burned intensely as rainwater streamed down her face.  

Even amid the downpour, the brilliance of the legendary divine beast beside her remained untarnished.  

Her unicorn, emanating holy majesty, pierced through the evil aura surrounding her, standing protectively at her side.  

The residents of Aran, once enthralled by high-ranking devils who had controlled their minds, had long since regained their senses and fled under the sacred baptism of the falling rain.  

As she clung desperately to the last embers of her miserable life, the devil let out a pitiful chirp.  

“… It’s unfair. It’s not fair!”  

Born into evil, barely surviving in a frail body plagued by disease—  

And yet, God supposedly loved everyone equally? What a joke.  

Just look at that silver-haired woman standing so proudly before the Lord’s Castle.  

Was that fair? Receiving unparalleled blessings—even defying death itself?  

Look at that flawless body, the sheer divine might capable of bringing the world to its knees, and the absurd reality of escaping the fate that should come for all.  

“… I didn’t choose to be born like this.”  

If she had a choice, she wouldn’t have become a devil.  

The divine rain continued to fall upon the tiny girl’s body.  

Yet, no matter how hard it rained, the holy flames consuming her never extinguished, and no one—no one—offered her even a shred of sympathy.  

In the last moments of her life, a memory flickered through the devil’s fading vision.  

The image of a man.  

The plague doctor—Paton.  

The very man she had mocked by imitating his lost daughter.  

Recalling the man who had grieved for his dead child, the miserable devil let out her final, resentful words.  

“… This is your fault. I lost because I was born as the daughter of someone like you.”  

If she had been born stronger, things might have been different.  

But her final, pitiful cries went unheard.  

A city drowned in silence.  

The only sound left was the grand hymn of nature, drenching the land in divine purity.  

Thus, the wicked devil’s vile scheme crumbled into nothing.  

***

“Alright, is it over?”  

“Did we get it?”  

Foolish words—words that should never be spoken when dealing with heretics and devils.  

Priestess Emily shot a sharp glare at the clueless knight who had dared to utter such reckless nonsense.  

“Why don’t you just hold a damn ancestral rite for it while you’re at it?”  

“… I’m sorry.”  

Thoroughly chastised, the knight bowed his head, deeply reflecting on his mistake.  

The rain—completely transformed into holy water by the Power of Flow—continued to pour from the heavens.  

Its sacred energy restored all that had been broken— all except for evil.  

Beneath the vast sky, the woman with violet eyes quietly commanded the divine beast standing beside her.  

“Make sure the body is completely burned. Even though it wasn’t a high-ranking devil, it was no ordinary one either.”  

[—Puh-hee-hing!]  

Francis, her unicorn, flicked his tail in mild annoyance but trotted forward, his elegant mane billowing as he moved.  

“Hurry it up! Julius won’t rest until we’re certain the job is done!”  

Emily, who could have never imagined Julius playing cards inside the lord’s castle at such a time, shouted at the sluggish beast.  

Only then did Francis take his task seriously, stepping toward the charred c0rpse of the devil girl.  

A b0dy, burned beyond recognition by holy flames.

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