Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 485 Mission: 05-2 The End of the Chain
"I never thought I'd see you again."

After seeing off one group of guests, a new group arrived. The demon Weser, whose hair stood on end like a hedgehog, sighed in the Devil May Cry's stronghold.

"Yes, Weser."

Nero seemed quite calm about this: "I heard you haven't settled down yet?"

"For a group that was once a community of demon kings, it is certainly not that easy." The talking silver wolf spoke calmly: "Moreover, Miss Pest lost her position as the god of death, and Mr. Weser also lost his divine status as a follower of the gods. The current strength of [The Piper of Hamel] is already very difficult for a group with five-figure numbers."

“Isn’t there you here?” Nero blinked.

Silver Wolf Sanna is a descendant of a divine beast with a divine status, and a divine status can elevate a being with a divine status to the pinnacle of their race. Just like Weser, who was merely equivalent to a mudslide or a minor landslide, after receiving a divine status from Pest, he transformed into a top-tier demon capable of shaking the continent.

Therefore, generally speaking, the power of a being with divine status is unlikely to be less than five figures.

“As you know, I am not a member of the Pied Piper of Hamel,” Sanna stated simply. “I report directly to you. Now that you have established a new community, I am now a member of the Devil May Cry.”

She only stayed with the group because Nero's last order to her before leaving was to "escort the members of the Hamel Piper away."

"Okay, okay, should I say welcome back then?"

"I apologize for being late, my lord."

After these two pleasantries, Nero's gaze fell on Pest, who had been staring at him the whole time but had kept her mouth shut and hadn't said a word.

"long time no see."

Nero took the initiative to greet him: "I hope you won't be upset that I didn't come to you right away."

That's just polite talk. In such a vast little garden, finding a community that isn't very famous and whose base is unknown is like looking for a needle in a haystack—it's completely pointless.

"……Won't."

Pest answered softly, her head bowed. She didn't look up at Nero, as if she were throwing a tantrum.

Nero did have some guesses about this. For example, he might be angry because Nero didn't return to the Pied Piper of Hamelin but instead formed a new community...

Although her agreement with Pest only lasted until the end of the [Fire Dragon Birth Festival], it was still somewhat hurtful that her former subordinate left without saying goodbye—even if it was due to objective reasons.

Even Guan Yu, who had fled from Cao Cao's camp, was still suspected by Zhang Fei. Although the relationship between Devil May Cry and The Piper of Hamel probably wasn't as bad as that between Cao Cao and Liu Bei.

Well, there's no other way but to try and get closer to them first.

"How have you been lately?" Nero asked.

When this topic was brought up, a slight expression finally appeared on Pest's usually icy face.

“…Not good,” she replied after a moment of silence.

“Actually, you don’t encounter much trouble in the outer gates where the numbers are in the six or seven digits,” Weser said, shaking his head. “But the Demon King’s community will be resented in the lower levels… even though we are no longer part of the Demon King’s community.”

In short, it's very difficult to participate in the Gift Game. For a community like the Pied Piper of Hamel, which has few members and relies solely on individual combat strength, this means there's no income.

If it weren't for the fact that the undead horde and demons don't need to eat, they would probably be starving to death.

“So, thank you… and for your help, Sanna,” Pest said coldly and unhappily.

Hmm, it seems she hasn't been truly happy since she came to the Little Garden.

Faced with the unyielding Pest, Nero shook his head and changed his target: "Speaking of which, I remember you shouldn't be too far from the grimoire?"

She asked Wesser. "Ah, yes. Otherwise, why did it take us so long to get here?" Wesser smiled wryly, "Now quite a few people know that those stained glass windows are the 'Hamel's Grimoire,' tools for summoning the Demon King, so transporting them is both expensive and time-consuming, it's incredibly troublesome."

"That you……"

"Yes, we're going to stay here. We can't move anytime soon."

"Do you need any help?" Nero asked with concern.

“No need for that,” Wesser replied, looking around outside. “It’s good that this place seems to be quite isolated from news.”

"So, shall we form an alliance?"

"Huh? Are you serious?"

Wesley looked up in surprise.

He had considered that Nero might lend a hand out of old friendship, but directly choosing to form an alliance was still a bit beyond his expectations. Because the Pied Piper of Hamel was currently in poor condition in terms of both strength and reputation, forming an alliance would offer Devil May Cry no benefit whatsoever.

“Of course it’s true.” Nero nodded. “That way you can participate in the Gift Games.”

Pest also raised her head and looked at Nero.

“…Thank you,” she said softly, seemingly agreeing to the suggestion.

"However, all communities that ally with [Devil May Cry] must abide by the same oath... You must remember this."

The two people in front of them certainly wouldn't object. They were now law-abiding citizens of the miniature garden.

But speaking of this...

“Speaking of Pest,” Nero asked, crossing his arms and resting his chin on the back of his fingers, “do you still hold the same view on your previous 'dream'?”

"Revenge against the sun." As the representative of the countless undead who perished in the Black Death, Pest naturally possessed an incredibly strong drive for this goal. But if she didn't give up, Nero worried that his "oath"—that [Organizer's Authority]—would backfire and harm her.

“That matter…” Pest smiled bitterly, “wasn’t that matter already a failure? I no longer have that ‘power’.”

The authority to seal the Sun Spirit stemmed from her authority as the organizer. Now that she is no longer the Demon King, she no longer possesses the power to seek revenge against the Sun. Let alone go further and use the Sun's sovereignty to rewrite history…

"What do you think yourself?" Nero pressed on relentlessly.

"I……"

Pest was speechless for a moment.

Weser silently watched his master, for this was the answer that would determine the future of the Pied Piper of Hamel.

The spirits that made up her soul seemed to be stirring. But Pest pressed down on the bow at the neckline of Lolita's long dress and took a deep breath.

"I think... I'll try to face things beyond the sun."

The sun was merely a contributing factor; the Black Death itself was probably more of a tragedy of the times.

This is why, despite being on the same continent, the Black Death only managed to ravage Europe.

Upon hearing this, Nero couldn't help but laugh.

(End of this chapter)