I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

The consequence of letting go is death.

嘭

Bang bang!

who is it?

Who is ringing the bell?

The whole world seemed to fall into an eerie silence. Fingel heard a sound like someone striking a giant bronze bell... No, was that my heartbeat?

A clear look of fear and despair flashed in Fingel's eyes... This doesn't make sense, this is so unlike something out of a web novel!

The world seemed to have turned gray.

Damn it... Get fired up! I'm a time traveler! I can't die! My hypnosis plan isn't finished yet!

I regained consciousness, but my body felt like a gear stuck together without oil, making a buzzing, groaning sound; my lungs felt like they were about to explode.

This reminded him.

I'm a nostalgic old-fashioned person, and my favorite series is Saint Seiya. I can still vividly recall those scenes and even recite the touching lines from memory.

Once, Seiya was beaten so badly that he couldn't get up. He told Athena, "I'm so tired. I have no strength left. I can't stand up at all. Humans can't defeat gods." But Athena said, "You still have hope! You still have life. You are not completely without anything."

Then Seiya stood up, burning with life force, and defeated the god.

So touching.

But the older Finger got, the more he realized it was impossible, just like a math problem—if you don't know how, you simply don't know how.

Just like now, the slideshow is flashing images like a theater in a movie theater.

Everyone's despair stems from their powerlessness to change reality... whether it's going to school, working, or getting married...

A fleeting, non-existent memory seemed to flash in his eyes. Was it a girl? He didn't know, but it seemed to be a very beautiful girl, pleading with him...

Damn it, could you speak louder? I can't hear you.

In a daze, Fingel felt his consciousness was in the deep sea. In the endless darkness, a beautiful girl reached out to him like a ray of dawn, muttering something.

"Kill him together!"

"Stab him to death! Quickly!"

In reality, a weapon was thrust at him, ready to eliminate this audacious madman.

woohoo~~

What are you talking about...? What do you mean by "you should live a good life"?

Do I...know you?

In a daze, the girl in his consciousness took his hand, embraced him like a flower, and whispered in his ear.

"Don't die..."

"Live well..."

A tear rolled down Fingel's cheek, and an inexplicable, overwhelming sadness washed over him... He didn't know why he was so sad, but he felt that if he didn't do as the girl said, he would be very sad, a sadness more terrifying than death.

so...

do not die!

boom! !

Suddenly pulled from the water, Fingel's consciousness returned to reality, and the world regained its color.

His eyes seemed to ignite, turning a bright golden yellow, and his pupils became horrified vertical pupils.

"I've said enough!" Fingel's temple veins throbbed violently, a suppressed, restrained rage that roared like a lion. "You're the ones who deserve to die!!"

How can I die here?

By a bunch of...stupid...low-class, lowly...insects?

Absolutely not!

! !

what is that?

The leading soldier suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and felt...

"I told you not to underestimate me, you bastard!"

Fingel's eyes widened in anger, and his muscles swelled up, transforming his previously slender muscles into those of a bodybuilder. His bulging arm muscles revealed numerous veins, and a few pale red scales pierced through his skin.

Tear! !

His already heavy one-handed sword slashed at the neck of the soldier holding the top-headed hammer, chopping him off as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Gurgling.

The head rolled on the ground several times, and the civilians who were peeping from the nearby houses screamed in terror.

The sunlight was perfect, falling on the boy's handsome face. His long golden hair flew wildly in the air, revealing a boy with fear and anger in his eyes, yet a strange smile on his lips.

The brutality in his blood was like the evil that ignited a forest fire. The cigarette butt that was accidentally dropped, the black desire made him unbearably hot, as if fire was burning inside his body... Sex and anger, fear and greed, all kinds of emotions made him even more irritable.

Without hesitation, he swung his sword in a circular motion, the blade seeming to explode in the air like thunder, its light flashing with a strange blue hue.

"go to hell!"

Fingel moved with impunity, wielding his machete and hacking at a dozen soldiers as if they were meat, not stopping even when he was wounded.

kill!

Kill it!

Go to hell!

Fingel plunged a knife into the soldier's heart, laughing wildly.

......

[Aura's favorability has slightly increased...]

[Aura's favorability has slightly increased]

[Aura's favorability has slightly increased....]

[Aura's favorability has moderately increased!]

[Having obtained a Level 4 entry, isn't it normal to agree to requests from subordinates you like? ----Aura might be more willing to agree to things that go against her conscience.]

【......】

[Breaking Boundaries - Aura's Affection: 150 (Friendly)]

At this moment, Aura, who was sitting on the side watching the show, widened her eyes and smashed the porcelain cup to pieces with one hand. Watching Fingel's ruthless killing, an unnatural blush appeared on the demon's slightly pale face.

This thing is definitely not human... at least not a pure human. What kind of creature is it, a dragon? A snake?

She didn't know, but Aura genuinely felt it.

"...You look much better this way."

This is a cruel and violent stance.

This is her aesthetic.

Humans are nothing but lowly paramecia.

Five minutes later, Fingel, covered in blood, returned to the dessert shop and stared down at Aura—his eyes were like the solid ice of Antarctica, carrying an undisguised coldness.

"Well, you do have some power after all... How are you? Happy? I told you it felt good. I wasn't just ordered by the Demon King to kill people."

Aura smiled and clapped her hands. She was very happy to have such a subordinate—both pleasing to the eye and powerful.

As for what he himself thinks? Aura felt that he shouldn't care. It didn't matter if he lied to himself about random things, as long as he was comfortable using it.

She gave up the idea of ​​killing Fingel forever.

...

[Aura's favorability slightly increased]

[Level 4 vocabulary entry implantation in progress... Implantation successful.]

[Aura's Affection Level: 161 (Friendly)]

Fingel didn't speak; his expression seemed frozen... After a long while, his cold face seemed to melt away as if greeted by the early spring sunshine, replaced by a still radiant smile.

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Aura."

"What kind of reward do you want? If you want to touch my breasts, I can grant your wish this time, okay?"

Aura stood up from the chair, generously spreading her arms as if she wanted to hug a young girl.

“No need, thank you.” Fingel smiled shyly, pointing to the fat nobleman who had wet himself in fear. “If possible, could you spare his life and, by the way, make him obey my orders, Lord Aura?”

Aura was taken aback. Release them? Hmm... alright, it's not a big deal.

Without much thought, she agreed immediately, completely unaware that this was the first time she had tried to hand over control of the puppet to someone else, something that should have been impossible.

"Well... since you've made this request, then alright."

And so, the town of Frisch fell into the hands of Aura—or more accurately, into the control of Fingel.

After today, news spread throughout the town that Fingel had become a glorious 'Knight of Honor'.

In other words, the so-called nobility.

As time passed and the town stabilized again, the townspeople pretended not to have seen what had happened before, only silently noting it down and occasionally mentioning it in the idle chatter of the village women.

Several dozen days passed just like that.

Chapter Sixteen: The Investigator

[Three months after Aura/Finger occupied the town of Frisch]

Location: Frisch, a small town on the border of the Kingdom of Wright and the Kingdom of Orant

A few months later, Frisch restored peace to its former state, and news of the death of the Alden family patriarch in battle was reported to the kingdom—Lord Alden's second son inherited the title, and the family became a baron for their merit in annihilating the demons, winning big.

Three months is not a long time, but people have already come to the town of Frisch, and a message about the town has also been circulating—Baron New Alden is colluding with the demons.

Some of the more concerned nobles secretly sent out spies...

......

The woods were deathly silent in the twilight, the branches baring their claws to block out the sun. Only slivers of sunlight pierced through the gray mist and shone on the ground, creating a subtle Tyndall effect, the light being cut into chaotic patches.

At that moment, a thunderclap flashed through the forest—a white bolt of lightning struck the armored demon soldier in an instant, shattering his defenses.

Before him stood a red-haired human mage and an elf whose eyelids were constantly drooping.

"You despicable scoundrel...don't you feel ashamed?"

The woman looked to be about thirty years old. Her long red hair swayed in the air, obscuring her somewhat charming face. She was a beauty from every angle.

Her name is Flame, which means flame in Common.

It is both the flame that ignites civilization and the flame that fuels hatred.

Faced with the demons' mockery, she merely smiled lightly, her expression remaining completely unmoved by the term "despicable person."

"Why should I feel ashamed when facing demons? Don't you feel any remorse when you kill humans?"

boom!

The next second, lightning flashed again, shattering the demon's body—completely killing it, piercing its skull.

Strangely, the enemy's body also seemed to be burning ghost money, turning into gray fragments and smoke that floated into the air... This seems to be some kind of life characteristic of the demon race. Their bodies can slowly recover as long as they have magic power, but they will also dissipate along with the magic power after death.

"They're so confident and arrogant it's disgusting... Demons are always like that."

Flame sighed. Demons really are all cut from the same cloth.

She turned to look at her newly accepted disciple—an elf whose family had been destroyed, named Frilian.

"Are you ok?"