The worldâs scum. The Evil that seduces those lost and wandering. Devouring their tragedies and drowning their clogged throats with tears. And so on. If you looking for the vile words that describe the demons in this world, you would find no end of derogatory terms for them.
I quietly looked at Thredon Philian and slowly opened my mouth to speak. Thredon waited relaxed for me to speak, even though he called me here.
âRespected Lord Thredon. Iâm sorry, but can I ask you a little favor?â
âSpeak.â
âThereâs something Iâd like to tell you in private.â
Even though I knew the demonâs identity, the demon couldnât recognize me. The divinity of corruption was a very secretive thing.
Thredon stared at me and slowly said.
âEveryone back off.â
Hearing his order, the servants and two knights backed away. With only the two left, I decided to cut to the chase.
âAre you enjoying your life as a lord while possessing a human? Demon.â
Thredon stared at me and slowly moved the muscles of his face. His stiff expression changed, and the cold atmosphere disappeared without a trace. Instead, the demon wore a mischievous smile.
âThanks to the dead Galad, we have a special guest.â
The demon openly examined me up and down as if licking me all over. It was extremely rude and frivolous, but there was no malice.
âIf you recognized me at a glance, youâre likely not the priest who serves the maintenance goddess.â
Demons were hostile to most churches. And as the old saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
I said with a big smile:
âI serve the Mother of Corruption.â
The demonâs eyes widened with admiration.
âOh? I thought they were all dead, but there was still a son of corruption alive. Itâs an honor to meet such a precious person. My name is Crawling Creep.â
âItâs an honor to meet you too. My name is Marnak, a priest who serves the Mother of Corruption.â
The smiling demon, Crawling Creep, sat comfortably with his legs stretched out.
âYou can sit comfortably. Itâs just the two of us here anyway. By the way, I canât believe Iâm having such a friendly conversation with a priest. Itâs been a really long time.â
The demons had no feelings for the priests or even the gods they worshiped. Their interest was solely directed toward intelligent creatures.
Demons were born stronger than anyone else but couldnât take anything alone. Those who didnât belong to the world had no choice but to obtain what belonged to the world through fair deals made with intelligent partners. Therefore, the demons loved all intelligent beings. They were playful spectators and talkative readers who enjoyed immersing themselves in othersâ lives.
Demons had different things they could do, and their limitations were clear, but from the point of view of a weak human, they were close to omnipotent. Therefore, the gods were wary of them.
The price of a deal with a demon was always directly proportional to what you wanted, but the size of your faith and the blessings the gods granted you were rarely so. The gods couldnât agree to their believersâ demands, so many fell to the demonâs fairer bargain. Eventually, they drew their swords and declared it for all to hear:
âFrom now on, the name of the vile are the demons. They are an absolute evil that must be slain!â
The demons readily accepted the sudden hostility from the gods. And like this, the priestsâ hunt for demons began.
The answer to why I knew so much about the demons was very simple.
The Demon Contractor, which was persecuted by everyone if their identity were discovered, was an extremely difficult job that everyone was reluctant to play. It was the job I set myself to play next after the Priest of Corruption. Now that I fell into the game, it was irrelevant.
Motherâs hand in my pocket wriggled as if bored.
âKill.â
Her voice was muffled. Our Mother of Corruption, unlike the other gods, had little interest in demons. I soothed Mother by patting her hand.
âHow many years have you been in possession?â
The demon lord stretched out one hand and counted on his fingers, one by one, before smiling broadly.
âItâll be the 40th winter this year! Hahaha! If it wasnât for this priest, this monumental year would have almost passed by uneventfully. I will hold a festival to bring warmth to this chilly city! Because of the role I find myself in, itâs so rare when I can throw it all away and have fun!â
Crawling Creep soon fell into his own world and began muttering.
âLetâs see, how much money is left for Guise this year⊠itâs a little tight, but if I add a little, the city can play and eat for five days. Good. Very good! Perfect!â
After completing the calculations, the demon clapped his hands.
âIf youâre not too busy, I hope you enjoy the festival! Iâm sure itâll be a lot of fun! Hahaha!â
The demon, bursting out in friendly laughter, tilted his head and asked me.
âBy the way, why did you come to see me?â
âI came because you invited meâŠ?â
The demon slapped his forehead and belted out another laugh.
âOh, right! Look at me! Hahaha! Iâm sorry, Priest, itâs been a while since Iâve met someone I could talk to comfortably, so I was a bit distracted. I apologize for this!â
I smiled brightly.
âItâs fine.â
âThis Son of Corruption has a character as generous as his fair face!â
âKill!â
The Mother of Corruption was pleased as if she were indirectly praised by the demon.
âActually, I didnât call you to tell you anything special. Itâs Galad. I called the priest because I wanted to hear from the witness how he died. If you donât mind, could you tell me more about Galadâs death? Iâll give you a reward.â
That wasnât a big deal, so I could do it. Furthermore, he said heâd give me a reward, so why not? I told the demon in detail about how Galad died. After hearing the story, the demon clicked his tongue and shook his head.
âTsk, tsk. What a tragedy. I canât believe my only brother went like that. Iâve told him several times to quit mercenary work because itâs dangerous. Tsk. Oh, I meant this bodyâs brother.â
I looked around carefully. The frugality of this lord was obvious, given the room had no special decorations. So, a frugal demon lord who regretted the death of his ill-fated half-brother. It was fun.
I settled into a slightly more comfortable position.
âBy the way, is the original owner of your body the contractor?â
When I asked, the demon answered as if he had been waiting.
âHahaha! You must be curious about my story! I can tell you as much as you want! Isnât a story more interesting if thereâs someone to listen to it?â
âGive her heart to me! Iâll give you everything!â
The demon spoke to the former lord in a gentle voice with the utmost kindness.
âYou donât have to give me everything. All you have to do is give me what I want.â
âWhat do you want?â
The demon, slowly spreading out the fingers of his hands, laughed.
âTo ruin one life, you need another. Your fifteen-year-old son, if you give me his life, I will give you the life of that woman.â
Devoured by his desire, the former lord sold his son to the demon without hesitation. The demon gave him what he promised. Thus, the woman became the former lordâs mistress.
The demon said that the son born between the mistress and the lord was Galad.
âWhat a pity. Galad was like a child I created, so I always tried to take good care of him. But this brother wasnât happy with his birthplace, so he left our home to work as a mercenary. This winter, my brother was in trouble because he had no work. I didnât expect that trying to give him a job in secret would lead to his death. Life is really hard.â
The demon grinned, filled with satisfaction.
âThatâs why it makes my heart beat even faster! By the way, itâs time for me to start working as a lord. Iâd like to say more about myself, but Iâll put it off again! Oh, youâre welcome to come by anytime. Itâs always nice to have a visit from a close friend you can talk with!â
Before I knew it, I became the demonâs friend. The friendly demon lord handed me a bag as a reward, which was very much to my liking.
âIâm ashamed I didnât put much in it, but itâll help you. Now, go back in peace!â
I left the lordâs mansion and carefully opened the bag. Inside were two shiny golden coins, each worth a hundred silver.
âWow!â
âKill!â
âOh, Mother. He is a lord. What do you mean the lord is trying to seduce me with money? This gold is purely a display of courtesy.â
The Mother of Corruption expressed her deep jealousy towards the demon lord, perhaps because she couldnât bestow gold on her son herself.
âKill!â
âA priest who covets money?! Thatâs too much. But you know what? Gold coins donât rot.â
âKill!â
âMother, donât be angry and listen to me till the end. More words are supposed to come after that.â
I cleared my throat.
âKhm-khm. One thing never rots and lasts as long as a gold coin. Do you know what it is?â
âKill?â
âThatâs my love for Mother.â
âKillâŠ!â
She was so touched she couldnât snap out of her reverie.
âMy Mother always comes first. So donât worry too much.â
I patted the hand and headed for the mercenary guild with two gold coins in tow.
The first sight to greet me was shiny white armor that reflected sunlight, a huge hammer attached to its bearerâs back, and a black cloak engraved with patterning of pure white scales. They also had a sword strapped to their waist in case of emergency.
Three priests of the Reformation Church, ready to slaughter at the drop of a hat, were talking to Erin inside the mercenary guild. Erin smiled brightly and waved to me once she noticed my appearance.
âOh, youâre here? Priest Marnak! Say hello to the Reformation Priests here!â
A friendly greeting was welcome, but I didnât want to meet those fanatical friends. I hid my innermost thoughts, smiled reverently, and bowed to the priests of the Reformation Church.
âHello. Iâm Marnak, a priest serving the goddess of maintenance who protects daily life.â
The moment I made eye contact with one of the priests of the Reformation Church.
âKill!!!!!â
Mother informed me that one of them held one of the twelve remaining holy relics.