Belered recalled a time not long ago as he watched the confused back of Beril. It was before she had come to the realm of the night and before her fate had changed.
Her form overcome by pain and screaming. The face starting to get covered with azure feathers and scales, and a sword that cleanly sliced through her throat as it passed.
It was the last moment of someone he had seen deep within. He couldn’t change the future if it was a death becoming ‘monstrous’.
It was a phenomenon due to a lack of magical power. Unless he could immediately obtain more power from somewhere.
Therefore, he called the protagonist of that last moment into his office.
“Your Highness, it’s Kilatia.”
The old servant bowing to him seemed to guess what he was about to hear.
“It has been an honor to serve you.”
He bid farewell with a detached tone.
Devil in his deep, Belered, the one who saw the end. Those he had quietly summoned knew they were the last devils he saw.
The reactions of those who suddenly received the death notice varied, but Kilatia didn’t lash out in a bid to live. Rather,
“But if I disappear, you won’t be able to use the Whisper…”
He was concerned for the remaining Belered. Belered slowly closed his eyes.
Kilatia’s unique ability, ‘Whisper,’ allowed for long-distance communication.
“It’s something to look into the Hell Gate again.”
Another ability of Archduke Belered. The ability he gained upon succeeding the Archduke position was to use the powers of other devils outside the Hell Gate.
It was true that it was inconvenient without Whisper, with no other devil to relay messages and for Belered to use that power.
However, speaking of that up to the moment of his own end was even more inconvenient.
“Isn’t there someone who can replace you?”
He said, deliberately letting a cold voice slip out.
“So, would you like to meet your end at the estate, or…”
Belered gave two choices to the devils whose end he had seen.
One was that he would honorably take their life himself, as they were going to die anyway.
Otherwise, they would fight amidst the monsters without looking back, reducing their numbers, and die as Belered had foreseen.
“I will go outside.”
What Kilatia chose was the latter. And Belered took in the sight of him bowing his head and leaving until the very end.
“Prepare a tombstone.”
And it was only after Killahtia had left the mansion that he gave the order. By then, the tombstone was already erected.
It was an event that happened countless times. Beleled believed that eventually, everyone would meet the same end as Killahtia. After all, he had died due to a lack of magical power.
But then…….
“……!”
He directed his gaze toward Beril, who was startled looking at Killahtia’s tombstone.
Ever since she arrived, he thought maybe, just maybe, this future could change.
Especially given the refreshing energy that was still emanating from her, it was overwhelming enough to captivate even himself.
“?”
He saw the demons glance at her briefly. They also felt it instinctively—her powerful energy, their potential prey.
Maybe…., just maybe.
She might be able to change everything. The question was whether she wanted to.
“Is this a cemetery for Vainka’s people?”
Beril’s words were met with a nod from Beleled. She seemed surprised and had clearly seen Killahtia’s face transforming into that of a monster.
No human meets such an end. Nor does any land memorialize and respect a creature that had turned monstrous.
Only demons would do that.
What will you do now that you have concrete evidence?
“……”
Could a demon feel compassion? Beleled found it strange, seeing her fine brows tremble.
The more he felt drawn to her.
A saint who extended a hand even to the demons that had abandoned any hope of human interaction and hid in barren lands. He felt a peculiar emotion could arise toward her.
Now that you have clear evidence, reveal your thoughts.
Words he couldn’t utter circled in his mouth.
What are you thinking? Why don’t you accuse us in the temple, now that you know the truth?
Why do you look at us with sympathy and understanding, pretending not to know we’re demons?
Why don’t you act to execute us in accordance with divine will, even when you react to blasphemous words?
Tell me why.
If it’s simply because you haven’t got evidence, if we are enemies, I should deal with you before you captivate me more…
If not.
Go ahead, act as you intended.
Beleled tightly sealed his lips.
A strange excitement rekindled at the thought. A strong sensation that he had long forgotten seemed to sweep over his entire body.
His gaze wouldn’t tear away from Beril, who seemed lost in thought.
The funeral ended quietly. It wasn’t a grand event; they merely laid the body to rest in a grave, so there was no reason for it to drag on.
“……I’ll go finish what I was doing.”
As people dispersed after the funeral, Beril spoke. She seemed like she wanted to collect her thoughts.
“Yes, alright.”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
