Captured alive by the devil, I would rather die than submit

Chapter 76. The Jealous Angel

It stands to reason that I should sit in the same car with Goloy. After all, we are going to discuss business this time. As an angel who signed a contract with Goloy, I should think that the interests of heaven should be considered first.

"Tsk, all of you are in the same car, and I'm in the same car by myself. It's very lonely."

Before departure, according to Ilotich's proposal, all the girls sat in one car, and Goloy sat in the same car by himself. Regarding this proposal, Ilotich's idea may be very simple, just wanting everyone to chat together, and naturally may have taken Lasevier's feelings into consideration.

But for me, this proposal has extraordinary significance.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty, you can study the magic formula quietly in the carriage alone."

"Although what I said is true...Although I did plan to do so...but it's really lonely to be alone."

I should go to accompany Goloy, from the most basic common sense, it seems that it should be so.

However, there are now two Lipatia, one is the original Lipatia, who exists for the benefit of heaven, and the other Lipatia is a later developed existence, an existence that has a special relationship with Goloy, and to some extent is also separated from the original agreement and opposed to the previous Lipatia.

In short, there is such a feeling in my heart that it is not my feeling as an angel, but the feeling of simply being "Lipatia", which makes me irritated.

"Isn't this all caused by you?" Facing Goloy who was complaining, I still said with a strong attitude. "I don't know much after arriving in Grady, so hurry up and use the time on the road to work."

"Lipatia is really like a demon..." Goloy muttered aggrievedly.

"It's useless to say anything, that's all."

"Hey... is Lasevier going too?"

"I……"

This meaningless question from Goloy suddenly made the second "Lipatia" in my heart become manic. Such impulsiveness and dissatisfaction are meaningless, and it shouldn't be like this from rational thinking, but it happened.

Why did he invite La Servier, and what Goloy wanted to do, he obviously didn't ask me a word.

I don't know why these wrong thoughts came to my mind.

That's the Demon King, what does he do to me?

When I heard Goloy ask La Servier, my rationality and sensibility were completely opposed to each other.

"I..." La Servier also hesitated. On the one hand, she seemed to really want to stay with us, and on the other hand, it was difficult to refuse Goloy's invitation.

Ilotich looked at me first, and his eyes stayed on me for about two or three seconds, then he glanced at the embarrassed Lasevier, and finally resumed his previous casual smile.

"Well, Your Majesty, I know you are lonely, but we are all together, and it is not good to let La Servillier stay alone with you."

"Oh..." Goloi sighed. "Well, that's the only way to go."

Afterwards, we left the main hall, boarded a carriage at the front courtyard of the Demon King's Palace, and drove away from the Demon King's Palace.

"However, I didn't expect that the Demon King's Palace has such a spacious carriage, and it doesn't feel crowded with so many people." Ilotich said.

This is indeed a rather large carriage. It seems that it can seat more than a dozen people. The carriage is very spacious and even equipped with a place to prepare meals, which is more than enough for the few of us.

In this way, Goloy can actually sit here too, but thanks to Ilotich, we can separate.

"Thank you... Ilotich." After taking his seat, Lasevier sat opposite Ilotich, put his hands on his lap, and thanked Ilotich softly.

"It's okay. After all, everyone is together. It's not good to leave Lasevier alone with His Majesty."

"Um……"

Ilotich waved his hands, deliberately lowered his voice, and asked in a serious manner, "But I do want to ask, how are you and Your Majesty doing?"

"What, what's the matter..."

"It's about emotional progress."

"emotion……"

"Miss... are you okay?"

"what?"

Finiseli was sitting next to me, holding my hand all the time. This succubus maid was always very sensitive to changes in my mood. Just as I frowned subconsciously, she noticed something was wrong with me.

Should it be the sharpness of the succubus?

They were talking about La Servier and Goloy over there, and once again I had some negative feelings in my heart unconsciously, but before it could be vented, it was noticed by Phineselli.

"Before you got into the car just now, you seemed a little...unhappy."

"I'm fine." Facing Finiseli who cared about me, I smiled feebly, but this didn't make the worried look on her face fade away.

Of course, this succubus maid who has been with me since I arrived in hell did not believe my powerless words, and Finiseli still looked at me with that expression, and then squeezed my hand even more , leaned over and rubbed against my body.

"You have been with His Majesty for the past few days, and you have also abandoned your military attire and turned into an angelic lady. Your Majesty must be very happy... To be honest, have you two..."

"No, there is absolutely no such thing." Lasevier hurriedly waved his hands and denied.

"Didn't Lasevier and His Majesty do that kind of thing? It's not like His Majesty at all."

"Yes, yes, not at all like Your Majesty."

The succubus twins also excitedly echoed Ilotich's words.

The two little ones should have been loved by Goloy for a long time, but they or Ilotich didn't seem to have any... hostile attitude towards La Servier.

Sure enough, the problem lies with me...

"Although the purpose of Lasevier and His Majesty's being together is to find out about myself... um...how should I put it." Irotici didn't know how to describe it, and frowned again.

"In order to achieve the unity of body and spirit." Irotici and I did not sit together, there was a narrow aisle between us, and I sat on the other side of the aisle. "La Servier's temperament has become very female-like, but this kind of development has encountered a bottleneck period due to the remaining masculine characteristics. The purpose of dating Goloy is to break through this bottleneck period, and to understand that he heart's direction."

"That's right, that's right." Ilotich pointed at La Servier. "After all, I still have to choose to date a girl."

"Mmmm..." Lasevier nodded blankly.

"But if you get along well with His Majesty, you don't need to date girls."

"Without comparison, only one-sided conclusions can be drawn." I said with some seriousness.

"That's right, as expected of Lipatia-sama."

La Servillier looked at me without saying a word, and I wondered if she noticed anything.

Is it really for La Servillier's sake that I'm saying this...or is it just out of my wrong mood.

No, I am not like this. Could it be that darkness and chaos spread out in my heart again, just like before, could it be that I will be swallowed up by the sins of the Antichrist again?

God, how should I face myself, and how should I face my soul.

Supreme Lord, is this also your creation, or is this a test for me, but no matter what, I am not afraid, but I just want to keep the pride and purity of being an angel, and also in order not to tarnish your holiness and glory, so I beg you, even if it is only for a moment, please guide me on this matter.

"But sure enough, I still want to know what Lasevier and His Majesty have been doing these days."

"Also...it's nothing, just sleeping together...sometimes we will chat for a while..."

"Did you take a bath with His Majesty?"

"Hmm..." Lasevier almost squeezed out the answer from his throat.

"Let me just say, how could His Majesty endure loneliness." Ilotich patted his thigh and said. "And then."

"There's no after that."

"Hey, how is it possible? Both of them met naked/naked. How could His Majesty remain indifferent in the face of such an attractive Lasevier."

"That's pretty good, isn't it... Isn't our original intention to unify my soul and body... I'm actually very happy that His Majesty didn't force me to do that kind of thing."

"It's really strange, His Majesty is not like this."

That's right, Goloy was like this before. I still remember that when I first came to Hell, the bastard Demon King and the Succubus Twins almost every day...

"But don't lose heart, La Servillier, you are very attractive, and if I were a man I would want you."

"Thank you... thank you."

"That's right, girls can do it too. Now, Lasevier, how about dating me later?"

"This...how should I put it..." Lasevier tilted his head and looked at Ilotich with a wry smile.

"What's wrong, don't look at me like this, it actually makes girls happy."

"Yes, is it?"

Iloty breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned on the back of the seat and crossed her legs.

"Miss Lipatia, don't you find it strange that His Majesty has always felt that his desire has weakened a bit recently."

"I don't know, after being turned into a child by him, I don't know anything about it." I said angrily.

"Yes, now we are all children... Only Lasevier is left, but His Majesty has not done anything."

No one answered the question, and all I could think of was the scene of Goloy and La Servillier together, sleeping in each other's arms.

But what about that bastard Demon King has nothing to do with me.

Yes, it doesn't matter.

Just as I was thinking this way, La Servillier's delicate voice sounded again.

"I think it's because His Majesty is trying to endure for something."

Chapter 77. The Demon King Is Really Poor

We didn’t talk about anything special during the rest of the journey. This kind of journey is always the same, either enjoying the scenery along the way, or talking about something meaningless.And since this is hell, there is naturally nothing to see in the scenery, unless you are interested in the sinful souls along the way, the dark rocky mountains, or some low-level demons who come and go occasionally, otherwise there is no scenery in hell. Word.

Yet there does seem to be someone here who is interested in the landscape of hell.

"Dante, what are you doing?"

Dante sat across from me alone, with a piece of parchment on his lap and a quill in his hand, as if he was writing something.

"I'm writing poetry."

"Hey, what a surprise, you can also write poetry."

"That's too much, Virgil."

"Sorry sorry, I just didn't expect it..."

I stared at the words Dante kept writing. Unfortunately, I couldn't understand what she was writing, but seeing her pen pauses and occasionally looking out the window, I can deduce that she is writing something related to hell. poetry.

"What's the name of your poem." Although I didn't care very much, I still asked.

After Dante finished writing a sentence, he stopped the pen again, and slowly raised his head. The expression on his fair face was extremely flat. It seemed that emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and joy had left her soul, and all that was left was a complete Completely bland.

"Comedy," she said.

"Huh? What kind of name is that?"

"Count the name of my poem."

"I mean... you're writing a poem about hell."

"Ah."

"If that's the case, how can it be called a drama? It should be called a tragedy, right?"

In the face of my exaggerated doubts, Dante remained calm and showed no impetuousness. She thought for a while, then objected to me and asked, "Whether Virgil thinks he is in hell now is a comedy or a tragedy."

"Of course it's a tragedy, don't you need to ask?" I said angrily. Of course, it wasn't aimed at Dante.

"So Virgil thinks he is being punished or tested in hell."

"Well... let's try it."

It’s really a sensitive question, and I often think about it, whether my current situation is God’s punishment for me or...

"Does Virgil think he can pass this test?"

"Yes." I subconsciously clenched my fists and said. "must be able to."

"Then since Virgil thinks it can, is this trial still a tragedy?"

"This one……"

Unknowingly, I was entangled by this guy.

Dante smiled lightly, looking at me with relief.

"So it's comedy."