The Devil Who Grants Wishes

84 – Asmodian (6)

“…If you say so, I’ll go, but keep this in mind. Since you’ve already summoned me, this is only a postponement of the payment of the soul and the fulfillment of the wish, so you can resume at any time.”

“No, that’s why I didn’t ask for a wish. You read my thoughts on your own—but what’s your name? It keeps saying it’s that way, so it’s kind of… that’s right.”

Irene, who was tickling, said so, probably realizing that she hadn’t heard my name before long.

He’s still pretending to be strong, but he’s carefully paying attention to whether he’s noticed even belatedly that he’s been rude to me.

That… I think it’s too late now.

“Ah, ah, so… I say Irine…?”

When I didn’t say anything, Irine seemed to think that she had made a mistake, and she started to introduce herself first, perhaps realizing that she didn’t reveal her name first.

You said earlier that you obviously grew up without parents and have no manners, but what is it, you know it well.

Of course, that wasn’t the reason I didn’t say anything, but anyway.

“…Faust.”

“Faust…”

Irene, who used to tickle like a girl who had just reached puberty, doesn’t do that anymore.

He just looks at me with his eyes wide open as if he was slightly surprised when he heard my name.

what?

do you know my name How could Irene at this point do that–

“Isn’t that the devil people keep talking about…?”

Irine looks up at me cautiously and embarrassedly, and then says so.

…ah.

hit.

Serafia has been fucking around so most people must know my name now.

Right now, even in the Aquileia Empire, everyone in the system was chanting Faust and looking for me, and those who have been in society at least a little know my name now.

“The opponent of Serafia… That…”

“Yes.”

“…You’re amazing, you’ve met a great devil.”

However, Irene’s embarrassment does not last long.

After a while, Irine calmed down and gave me pure admiration, not fearing or worshiping me.

It is like a petit bourgeois watching the wealthy on TV enjoying a luxurious life, as if he were looking at a superior being on a different level from himself in the first place.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“I’ve felt that way a lot already.”

Having said that, Irene’s eyes are looking at me, but Irene is not looking at me.

In Irene’s field of vision, only her past is contained.

…Well, I was too humiliated for my age.

So when you see me, you react like this.

Looking at it now… was it too much? I should have made the story a little more conciliatory to Irene.

“You seem to have gone through too much trouble for your age. Are you lonely?”

“…I’m not lonely, please go. Please.”

Irine is still rejecting my favor, but this is not because Irine is particularly bad or hates me.

It’s just that I don’t know how to get favors at all.

Until now, I have always received only hostile or neutral gazes, so I do not know how to respond to favors.

As if a person like me, who has lived alone all his life, is unaware of the loneliness that comes from not being of the opposite sex, or a cat who doesn’t know how to be warmly touched by humans, looking at people and gnawing at them.

…Of course, my scary-looking appearance could have had a lot of influence on those actions, but Irine’s appearance is so strong that even I, who looks so scary, responds with ticks like that.

“As I said before, you can call me whenever you need me.”

“…”

Irene doesn’t say anything. He just stared at me with his mouth shut.

Of course, Irene didn’t say anything because she didn’t have any thoughts.

I’m just shy, I don’t know how to say it, so I can’t get the words out.

However, the lack of communication is not a problem for me.

Like that, the feeling of loneliness emanating from the whole body represents Irene’s feelings.

‘First of all, I’ll wait until I’m a little more honest…’

Above all, it is still too early to do anything to help Irene, as we must come to a definitive conclusion on how to deal with her.

It’s a matter of whether Irine should be sacrificed to kill Serapia, or whether the method should be twisted to save the poor girl.

Of course, I’d have to choose the former for the sake of the future… but the problem is that Irene’s misfortune right now is the same as the one made by Noah’s production team, that is, me.

Irene’s situation is so pitiful that I feel guilty, so I hope for a different future… Huh? Have I ever felt this guilt?

Anyway, I guess I’ll have to give it some thought.

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“I’m sorry…”

After Faust leaves, Irine, left alone again, lets out a short moan as she hears the sound of the wind blowing.

Just now, everything he said was just a lie.

Because Irine really feels lonely.

No matter how fleeting the moment, if the devil once had a wish to the extent that the devil responded, it means that the person in question intensely wishes for the wish to come true more than anything else.

In other words, Irine wants to escape from loneliness more than anything else.

But Irene turned down the opportunity to make that wish come true.

In her opinion, wishes are not something that can be achieved without any effort.

‘Yeah, that’s good. You can’t make a wish to the devil.’

Above all, if you make a wish to the devil, you will be deprived of the equivalent in return. No, more than equal is deprived.

Even demons don’t even grant wishes properly?

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Knowing this very well, Irine rejected Faust’s proposal with a single stroke because she did not want to lose anything any longer and did not want to fall any further.

A wish is only valuable if you make it yourself.

“…Let’s go to Atina first.”

After a while, Irine, who managed to recover her senses, brushed off the blood and pieces of flesh on her body as if nothing had happened, stood up, and set her destination to Atina.

It’s not a huge reason.

Atina, the largest city here in Katara, is where all kinds of demons gather, so it’s because Irine, an outsider, can easily find food that suits her taste.

Irene, who committed murder for the first time but received less panic due to the unique way of thinking of the demons, eventually moves her small legs and heads for Atina.

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“…”

“Hmmm…”

Lucia and Iris are very calm unlike before when they clung to me and used a swarm.

Of course, the two did not come to their senses. The reason lies elsewhere.

[Dad!! Dad!!]

[Please tell me, it doesn’t matter if the future changes.]

Ignoring my words that the future would change if they knew it, Lucia and Iris still clung to me and begged me to tell them their future.

It was to the point where they could feel the will and belief that if the future they thought did not come, they would create a different future even if they had to forcefully twist their fate.

If they had such a strong will and belief, they would be able to somehow create the future they imagined and wanted even if they didn’t know the future… Well, if that’s the case, then why did you keep asking?

In any case, Lucia and Iris were so strong-willed that they could not be persuaded at all.

[At least in my ideal type, there are no women who use groups like that.]

[…!]

After threatening, not persuading, Lucia and Iris managed to calm themselves down.

No, it’s not to the level of being docile.

As soon as they hear the sound of my ideal type, they desperately adjust their actions to match it.

Lucia was looking at me with a modest attitude befitting the black dress she was wearing, and looking at me with the attitude of a young lady from an aristocratic family, and Iris was also looking at me with a solemn attitude befitting her title as a warrior.

…No, why are you looking at me, look ahead, look ahead.

I’m going to trip over a rock. My footsteps are so small.

“I see the next city. I think that’s Larissa.”

“Doesn’t it seem like there’s such a big difference from Artina?”

Only Lena and Celestine are on the right adventure.

I don’t know if it’s Lucia, but Iris should be like that too… Oh…

“According to Atina’s demons, there are many demons in that city who worship demons as souls… If so, wouldn’t they bow down right away when they saw Faust-sama?”

“Um, I don’t think so. Demons only accept defeat when you show your strength. You have to fight at least once. And—”

“I will not intervene in any way, so you guys have to do it yourself.”

“Of course it is.”

When I replaced Celestine’s words that followed, Celestine nodded with a slight smile as if it were natural.

If you look at her like this, she seems to be just a fairy… It’s a headache because she keeps using divine magic to make me become a Buddha every time I meet her.

…Is Lena the only normal person in the hero’s party?

“…Hmm.”

“I see…”

“What, what is it?”

Looking at Lena with slightly thrilled eyes, Lucia and Iris, who saw it, looked at Lena the same while making a strange snoring sound, and Lena, who suddenly received a creepy gaze, flinched and panicked.

No, I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not what you guys think.