‘If I die, my tombstone must write that I was a great figure born in the Quad from a minority…….’

But shouldn’t I die?

When she opened one eye slightly, the strength that blocked her mouth loosened.

“If you scream, I’ll kill you. Understand, nod your head.”

The sluggish voice had a decadent charm.

In his attitude, the leisurely mood that he had killed dozens of people was evident, and in his tone, there was a clear sense of superiority that he knew he was the top predator.

I have to be careful.

Frightened, Helene quickly nodded her head.

“Good girl. Then, close your mouth tight and look at me.”

…?

Good girl?
Such an absurd title, she had never heard it since becoming a saint.

But there was no situation to protest.

Helene, who hesitated, slowly turned around. Then the man burst into a refreshing laugh.

“Hey, you’re like a rabbit, always being so cautious. Cute.”

Helene gathered her courage and asked.

“Who are you…?”

As she asked, she slightly narrowed her eyes, thinking that she could do that much.

He had told her to look at herself.

‘Elegant clothes.’

The first thing that caught her eye was the traditional attire that seemed to have been popular about a hundred years ago.

There were decorations like a cloak trailing on the floor and feathers.

When she raised her head a bit more, a beautiful face appeared, so stunning that it could make a gasp sound.

“Wow.”

The strong contrast between the deep red hair and the white skin was intense. The eyes, the color of dark purple grapes with a bluish tint deep inside, mesmerized and lowered the guard of anyone who met them.

Helene unconsciously opened her mouth.

This gorgeous beauty possessed the most enchanting beauty among all the people she had seen so far.

A dangerous beauty like a venomous plant, a rose with thorns.

He wore a drop-shaped earring made of gold on one ear, and it not only didn’t look strange but also suited him well.

“Oh, Miss may not be familiar with this attire. Well, how about this?”

The man chuckled softly as he looked into Helene’s eyes.

It was so fascinating that Helene didn’t even know what he was saying, she just nodded her head.

Then, a few seconds later, a dim light enveloped the man’s whole body, and his appearance changed.

It was a sophisticated form of attire that nobles wear these days.

“I heard your wish. You want to kill the Empress, right?”

“Ah… yes.”

“It’s a bit frustrating that things didn’t go the way you wanted.”

“Yes… that’s right.”

Huh, why am I opening my mouth and answering?

Her head was blank. Unable to connect her thoughts, Helene blinked her eyes.

During that time, a sweet whisper tickled her ears.

“What if you make a contract with me? Then I can lend you strength. It’s a power that can do anything you want. You can even kill the Empress.”

“Strength….”

Uh… but saying this is like a devil… isn’t it?

A divine aura emanated from Helene’s whole body.

It was an attempt to block the cunning whisper of the devil.

But the devil wasn’t easy.

“Do you want to die so lonely and pitiful like this? Your life is too pitiful. You’ve been working so hard to come all the way here.”

Helene clenched her chest.

The sacred power within her glowed brightly. The power of God was strongly urging her to reject this man.

Close your ears now. Don’t listen!

However, the devil’s proposal was horribly tempting.
“The Empress has had everything since she was born. But now, she’s trying to take away even what you have, Miss. It’s truly wicked and cruel. Such an Empress deserves to be punished.”

“…Punished.”

“Yes. To deliver punishment. Borrow my strength.”

The crimson man embraced Helene’s waist. Comforting her petite body, the man suppressed the divine power burning in his flesh with his magic.

“We need to chastise the Empress. And then, things will return to their original state.”

“Original… state.”

“My name is Beliphor. I’m a devil for those who have suffered unfair treatment. But just because I’m a devil, there’s no need to be prejudiced. I stand on the side of those who have less rather than those who have more, and on the side of the poor rather than the wealthy.”

Helene mumbled. It was probably something like, ‘Still, I can’t become a devil,’ but the words didn’t come out.

Once she met his eyes, it was already like being caught in a trap.

Beliphor could cast a curse through his eyes.

It was a curse that significantly reduced the functionality of the five senses and made the mind muddled, preventing clear thinking.

“I want to return to you the rights that you rightfully should have had. What is your name, Miss?”

“Hel, ene.”

“Okay, Helene. Will you become my servant?”

His voice was so sensual that it sounded like he was making a proposition.