Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 241 No Answer
The hero A. Gora suddenly moved into Mordor's house.

Her arrival made no splash. Gola discovered that this heroine was, in a sense, quite a homebody. She didn't like going out. Most of the time, she stayed quietly in Mordor's house, standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside, as if she was thinking about something.

In fact, Mordor did not deceive Gora.

He knew exactly what Gola wanted, but it was precisely because he knew what she wanted that he could say definitively—in the long past, there had been no answer that matched Gola's thoughts… Many "sages" had appeared in the past. They had put forward many ideas, and many of their answers were theoretically feasible, but only in theory, because in reality, one would realize that people are all different.

He couldn't give the girl an answer, but Mordor was very clear that the hero named Gora was a very stubborn person. She wouldn't accept it if you just said there was no answer, because she believed that she had the answer.

So—just leave it to air out.

As time flows by, as this body's lifespan comes to an end, and death comes naturally, Gola will understand... He can wait it out with her.

That's irrelevant; for an eternal life form, the one thing it has in abundance is time.

He could spend tens of thousands of years with her.

So it doesn't matter.

Of course, despite this, the news that "Modorh has a beautiful wife" still spread throughout the town. After all, the town was only so big, and Gola wasn't really someone who never went out. She would occasionally stroll around the streets.

"So, Modor, what exactly is your relationship with that Miss Gora?"

"She's my enemy, or rather, my creditor. She's powerful, and I can't fight back. I'm now working like a slave for her, cooking for her, washing her clothes, and taking her out to play... Sigh!" Modoch complained.

Gillian stared at Mordor, trying to find something in his eyes and expression, but she failed without a doubt.

After a while, she gave up.

"Even so, Mordor... wouldn't this be inappropriate? How about we let her move in with me?"

"Really? That's wonderful! Manager, you're such a kind person. Shall we go and talk to her together?"

Then Gillian met the girl named Gola again, and she explained her purpose.

Gola shook her head: "No need, thank you for your kindness."

She politely declined, then pointed to Mordor behind Gillian: "I have personal grudges to settle with him, and besides, I want a clear answer from him. I appreciate your kindness, but this would give this guy a chance to escape, and I cannot agree to it."

That doesn't sound quite right...

Gillian gave Mordor a deep look, and Mordor raised his hand, indicating that he could swear to the goddess that he had never done anything to betray Gola.

Gillian was relieved a little: "Ahem, Mordor, go to Sim City to get some supplies. The store is running out of wine. I'll take care of Miss Gola for you today."

"Yes!"

Mordor immediately ran away.

Gillian then asked Gora with some concern, "Miss Gora, I don't understand why you're so fixated on Mordor... Do you like him?"

Gora looked at her with a puzzled expression: "Like? I don't think I have that kind of feeling towards Mordor. In a sense, we are enemies, but he has temporarily submitted to me because he is not as strong as me."

"..." Gillian didn't quite understand. She thought this was about adventurers. "Miss Gola, you are an adventurer, while Mordor is just an ordinary tavern waiter. Your sword is worth ten thousand Mordors—why do you have to look for him?"

“There is only one Mordor in the world,” Gora simply said. “No one else can replace him. Only he can give me the answer I need.”

Girls these days...

Gillian was a little confused. She said she had no feelings of love, but then she said such heavy words. What was wrong with this girl?
"No matter what, you should stay calm."

She just kept talking to Gola like that.

……

The hero is a very ordinary being, at least for Mordor at this moment. He lost to Gola, and he accepted it—so he obediently hid away and stopped fighting Gola. Who knew that the other party would chase after him and bite him? Is the hero really like that?

It's hard to imagine how much Yulia in the heavens must have hated herself to create such a creature.

In Mordor's view, this was someone coming to cause him trouble.

As he walked toward Sim, he knew Gillian would definitely say something bad about him to Gora—she certainly didn't want anything to happen between him and Gora… It wasn't entirely because she was jealous, but because Gora was simply too unstable a factor for this town.

She possesses power capable of destroying the town at any moment, so... people instinctively feel fear towards her.

How annoying.

However, there are even more annoying things happening today.

A vampire named Lysdorwi appeared before Mordor.

"Shouldn't you be digesting my eternity? Do you have time to come find me?"

Lisdo knelt slightly before him: "Great Demon King, I never intended to betray you, I just..."

“No need for so much explanation. I saw everything you did back then. You don’t need to be afraid of me. If Gola walks around in this world, then I will always see you as just a mortal. You can kill me now. Rather, this is exactly what I want.” Mordor exposed his neck. “If you kill me, I will give you credit. When I return, I will help you improve your species.”

"...If I had done that, I might not have lived to see your return."

"Oh? You've gotten smarter than before," Mordor said with a smile. "So, tell me, what do you want by appearing before me? You're not going to tell me you're planning something, are you?"

"I only noticed this place because I sensed the arrival of the hero, and that's how I became aware of your presence. As your subordinate, I express my loyalty to you."

"Oh, really?" Mordor looked at her with a smile. "Then kneel down properly and bury your head."

Lisdo knelt faithfully on the ground, completely and respectfully touching her head to the ground, making a gesture of utter submission.

Then Mordor stepped on her head.

It was an incredibly weak force, almost weightless to the vampire queen at present—but this slight weight was precisely the most unbearable weight, so much so that Lisdowei didn't even dare to raise her head, not daring to let the owner of that foot feel even the slightest leakage of power.

"You're quite clever now, Lisdowei. Why weren't you this clever when you were siding with the hero? You should be licking the hero's boots now. I'm just a loser, a washed-up old thing. You can kill me now."

Lisiduowei didn't react at all.

"Boring."

Mordor lifted his foot and sighed, "This is pointless. I hope you won't bother me anymore; the hero is already bothering me enough. Here's what we'll do: if you can take the hero away and make her give up her ideas, then I can give you a chance to pledge allegiance to me again. She's too annoying."

"As you command." Watching Lisdo disappear, Mordor shook his head—the noble vampire queen had ultimately learned humility under human tutelage.

Was I too good to her in the past?
No matter what, it is still one's own creation.

He continued walking towards the city.

……

"So, why did you move in?"

Mordor was stunned. He was completely dumbfounded when he saw that Lisdowei was also in his house.

“Don’t worry, Lisdowei has bought the houses of the two households around you. Our idea is to expand your house and connect the rooms to make it one house,” Gora said to Mordor.

"?"

Lisdo hid behind the petite Gola, not daring to look at Mordor.

“It’s your freedom to do this,” Mordoch suddenly said. “After all, you are more powerful, and you deserve this freedom. The freedom to change the will of others at will—I’m glad to see you do it.”

"..."

For a fleeting moment, Gola's eyes became somewhat lost.

“It’s understandable that you want Lisdowei to stay, after all, she has helped you… However, I must emphasize this point again: I don’t have the answer you’re looking for, and even if I did, I have no obligation to give it to you. You can try to force me to submit.”

"Anyway, you'll just die and start over... Finding you won't be easy."

Mordor smiled and said bluntly, "You can't find me a second time."

The hero A. Gora may indeed be very powerful, but for the Demon King Mordor, if he wanted to hide, even the hero couldn't hit him—he just hadn't anticipated this situation.

"I see... I thought you would commit suicide on the way back. It seems you didn't."

Mordor shrugged. "With brave adventurers entertaining me, what could be more perfect than this show? I doubt there is. Let's watch for as long as we can!"

"I see."

With the assistance of Ritz-Carlton, the house renovation was completed in less than half an hour.

"Okay, now there are several rooms. Which ones will you be sleeping in?"

The deed was done, and Mordoch was indifferent to such things anyway; very few things in the world could truly anger him.

So he started to enjoy the status quo.

“I want to share a room with you,” Gora said, staring at Mordor.

"What do you mean?"

“I’m trying to get closer to you.” Gora said quite bluntly, “I’ve been thinking about it, and whether it’s money, wealth, power, or beauty, none of it means anything to the Demon King. But you’re not an ungenerous being. Even in human history, the Demon King’s rewards are terrifyingly generous… If I can please you, will you give me an answer?”

Mordor narrowed his eyes: "That's an interesting point. Indeed, I've never been stingy with my rewards for those who please me. But, hero, do you know how to please me?"

Gola shook her head: "I don't know. So, I need to get closer to you, understand you, and build a relationship with you."

Her gaze was quite serious, just like the look she had given me when I stared at my neck—she was undoubtedly serious.

Mordor knew that this woman's teacher was named A. Sion, an old woman who had drunk the elven dew... That woman must be abnormal, otherwise her disciple couldn't be this abnormal—

Even though Mordor hadn't been human for many years, he knew that humans wouldn't speak like that.

But this person was right in front of him.

"Lisiduowei, you should prepare yourself. I can't be bothered to talk to this person."

Lisdo nodded slightly, and she used magic to make her bed and so on.

Gora stood next to Mordor, keeping a step and a half's distance from him. If she took one step forward, she could grab him; if she took one step back, she could maintain a distance—a rather ambiguous distance.

No matter what Modor did, she always maintained this distance from him, moving with remarkable agility. Even if Modoror suddenly turned around, she would appear behind him at the same distance.
This is very abnormal. She should be taken to a doctor. Her brain is either damaged or waterlogged.

Mordoh had just returned from buying goods in the city, and according to his agreement with Gillian, he didn't have to go to work tonight—so he was sitting on his roof.

Gola was still by his side.

Do you know what I'm doing?

"Look at the stars."

"This is astrology."

"Oh."

Modoch was somewhat speechless: "My astrology is unparalleled. I will use astrology to tell you the answer. If astrology cannot give you the answer, then give up and go live your own life."

"..."

Gola remained silent.

Starlight shone on Mordor, and he couldn't help but complain, "Sigh, I used a high-level astrology without recovering any of my strength. I'm afraid I'll lose ten years of my life, although it won't have any real impact... Sigh!"

Starlight flows and reflects on Mordor's "astrolabe".

Then, the starlight gradually dissipated.

Mordor's face was somewhat pale. He looked helplessly at Gora: "You see, even starlight can't give you an answer. What I mean is, you can give up."

"...So, where should I go? Where can I find a place to stay?" Gola suddenly asked.

"How would I know? Wasn't the Prince of Xian proposing to you?"

“That’s not a place for me. Speaking of which, if I don’t leave, can you kick me out?”

"...I've wanted to do that for a long time."

(End of this chapter)