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

Although I am a maid, at the end of the sentence I still emphasized a desire for Finisely, hoping that she would be willing to take on this responsibility.

"Miss, I have a question."

"What question, just ask."

"Do you need me, or this plan needs me."

Seeing Finicely's serious expression—but in fact it was just indifference, I took her hand again and said with a smile: "As a person, I need you, Finiseli, and now, the devil The plan of the power also needs you, and the two never conflict."

After getting my answer, I don't know if Finiseli is satisfied, she closed her eyes and bent slightly, and then said: "I understand, since this is the case, I am willing to carry out this task."

Both Lasevier and Beda showed relaxed and satisfied expressions, as if they were relieved. It seems that they are quite satisfied with Finicely, but I can't say that I am so relaxed in my heart. Although it is a bit hypocritical, It's a bit sanctimonious, but I know how much Finicely hates her past as a succubus. We need her because she comes from a famous family and knows everything about succubus high society, but also, Finisely hates All of this.

But for the sake of the overall situation, Finicely had to make a sacrifice.

Personally, I'm ashamed, but as an angel who works hard to achieve anything, I understand such a cruel necessity.

When it comes to sacrifice, who can do it better than me.

Chapter 230. The One Who Was Waiting For (Finiseri)

It seemed that I was the only one who was waiting.

A strange feeling, a little helpless, but also a little warm.

Am I a collection of contradictions? Why do these two opposing emotions spread in my body?

Ah, I know, the specific reason.

Helplessness is my fault, my appearance, so to speak, my past, my life experience, my blood, curse me.

Mom and Dad both told me before that the sacredness of ancestors is not Asmodeus, but Echidna. It is said that it is a succubus who is older and wiser than Asmodeus, and I I'm a descendant of that succubus, so I have to be proud.

Can't do it.

I hate my bloodline and my appearance. General Lacevillier was able to escape his past by turning into a woman through the hands of Lady Lipatia, so how can I give up all of this.

The young lady was asleep, looking very tired, lying on the bed, her blond hair was loose, her chest rose and fell steadily and rhythmically with her breathing.

I envy Miss, even a little jealous.Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out at the gloomy gray sky thinking.

Why was Miss born an angel, but I was born a descendant of sinners.

However, my warmth also comes from Miss.

I am not abandoned.

The young lady needs me, this is what the young lady said by herself, then this is enough, if this need requires me to perform some duties as a succubus, as a descendant of Echidna, just like using a hot iron to burn my body, then come, if this is the price for getting the needs and approval of the young lady.

The delegation was quickly put together and as I said I was the only one who was waiting and after I got it the rest of the delegation was quickly assembled.This makes me feel that I am a special person, and the whole plan is a test for me.

Except for Miss, everyone hates me, my compatriots hate me, and people of other races hate me. In the Demon King's Palace, other servants are also afraid of me, and they use me as a conversation piece in private. As long as they speak ill of Finisely, they will be treated as a companion.

It's all so-called, and I never cared about my personal reputation.

However, there is one thing that I cannot abandon.

On the day the delegation was formally formed, I was introduced to other people. It seemed that except for me, the rest of the succubi were selected from the military camp. Each of them exuded a completely different aura from mine. At first I thought it was probably due to the difference in blood, but later I realized that it seemed to be more than that, galloping on the battlefield also slightly changed their posture and charm.

To put it simply, if the true qualities of the succubus are brought into play, I may be more of an ornamental vase, and they are more suitable as a vase to be "used".

In addition to me, there are three other people, one man and two women. According to General Lasevier, these three are officers with a certain commanding ability, and they can be regarded as elites in the army.Although there are succubi in the army, according to the current situation in hell, most of the succubus in the army are male succubus, and there are fewer female succubi in comparison.

Even so, they were able to make up such a formation that there were more women than men, and it seemed that General Lasevier and Betta wanted to completely form a delegation based on stereotypes.

I don't want to tell anything about these three people, because it has nothing to do with me, and I only met them once. After this mission is over, I will not have any contact with them.

After the delegation was formed, General Lasevier, General Betta, and Miss, told us about the specifics of the mission and some points that need attention.In short, we need to behave like succubi, not just racial succubi, but culturally we are also required to be closer to Rast, to act...be more charming, and let people know it at a glance It is Dipalona's subordinate.

And the responsibility of setting off these atmospheres was handed over to me.

And what we are facing is the old generals of the Leviathan family. The purpose of our trip this time is to show Rust's arrogance and make these generals feel threatened. More importantly, it is also Miss and us. Emphasized point.

It is impossible for those generals to have any thoughts of taking refuge in Rust.

This requires us to play by ear and do our best to perform.

For this reason, General Lasevier also prepared a lot of things, Rust-style clothing, intelligence letters about the sea monster triangle generals, and a letter "handwritten" by Dipalona. This letter was written by the lady imitating Dipalona's handwriting.

The day before departure, in the room, the lady spent the whole day on me as if to make up for me, and didn’t go anywhere. She just stayed in the bedroom with me, chatting, and eating snacks.

Suddenly, the young lady got up and said that she wanted to help me try on clothes.

"I'm also a little curious about what Finiseli would look like in that kind of clothes. She always wears a maid outfit. Occasionally, let me see Finiseli's other postures."

"But……"

"Don't worry, Finisely is so cute, it must be fine."

Actually, I have no intention of refusing or refusing at all. If Miss wants to see it, then I must obey, just a little...

"Finiseri, are you shy?"

"Not really...well, a little bit, maybe."

The lady came to my side and gently stroked my head, and I responded to the lady's stroking like a cat, wagging my tail non-stop.

Angel's touch, so reassuring.

Lady Lipatia took out the costume I prepared for me, which I will wear tomorrow. To be honest, I don’t like to wear this kind of clothes. The gorgeous and overly revealing costumes that show the flesh of the succubus make me sick , Those people who hate me the most and laugh at me wear such clothes on weekdays.

"How about it? Is it Lust's style? Sorry, I don't know much about Lust's clothing." The lady said holding the dress.

I didn't answer, just stared at the dress in silence.And miss, she is always very sensitive, especially in the emotional aspect, she can always detect things that others can't. Does it mean that angels are more delicate than demons?I don't think so, it's just that angels are more...gentle.

"What's the matter, Finiseli." The smile on the young lady's face disappeared, and she looked at me with some worry. "If you don't want to try, it doesn't matter, I won't force you."

no miss.

Although I don't want to.

But I'm willing to do anything if you want it.

"No, miss, I will wear it."

The young lady exhaled, and that gentle smile appeared on her face again.

Chapter 231. Set off me (Finiseri)

Although I politely rejected the lady's kindness, she still insisted on being a servant for a while and helping me change my clothes. This made me a little embarrassed, not because I was embarrassed, but because I was a little flattered.

The lady's movements are also considered proficient, probably because she has lived in hell for a long time, and she is gradually getting used to the devil's culture. I still remember that when the lady first arrived in hell, she didn't even know how to wear these complicated clothes for herself, let alone help other people change clothes.

With the help of the lady, I changed into the dark purple dress. Although it looked heavy, but because there was almost no fabric in many places, it seemed that the thighs and back were bare/exposed, so I wore it on my body It won't be as boring as wearing clothes of other races, but this kind of ease is based on the premise of seducing others, which also makes me a little disgusted.

Seeing me put on the succubus dress, the lady clapped her hands and said with a smile: "As expected, Finisely is very beautiful, no matter what she wears, she looks good."

"You flatter me."

This is not like what the lady would say. The lady is very honest, but she seldom praises others, so I know very well that the lady's compliment to me must be from the heart.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I am not the kind of cowardly person who dare not look directly at the appearance I hate the most.The me in the mirror is indeed as the young lady said, just the word "beautiful" can be described, but this is not something to be proud of, as is the case with succubus, this is the essence of succubus, the more charming and charming, the easier it is to become the slave of others.

The young lady stood behind me. She looked like a sister who was a few years older than me. After turning from a child back to an adult, the young lady's figure became plump and mature, and she also grew taller.

She and I looked at the succubus in the mirror together. There was no smile on my face, but the lady kept smiling.

At this time, the lady suddenly looked at me in the mirror and asked, "Finiseri, do you hate me?"

"it's OK."

Hate Miss?

How is this possible, miss, you are the person I love the most, if possible, I really want to give you all of myself first, attach to your body, and no longer live in this body.

The lady put her hand on my shoulder, and the gentle touch made me forget who the person in the mirror was for a moment, as if my own soul had escaped from this cowardly shell.

"I'm sorry, I know this may be hard for you, and if you have emotions, I can understand."

It's so delicate, miss, maybe others, those demons won't understand my thoughts, they don't understand why I have to cling to angels like this.Because, until now, I have only felt the benevolent emotion of "love" from angels.

I also raised my hand, wanting to put it on the lady's hand, but after trembling twice, I put it down, stared at myself in the mirror, not the lady, and said: "Miss, as long as you need it, I am willing to do anything."

I don't know if this answer made the lady a little dissatisfied, but a helpless wry smile appeared on that soft face, and then she patted my head, making me continue to think like this.As a succubus, is my value really limited to this?

The whole delegation set off in the early morning of the second day. In addition to the members of the delegation, there were also guards escorting us. They were also carefully selected soldiers of the Succubus tribe. Such a delegation completely looked like a succubus. Whether it is really possible to deceive those generals is still unknown.

Before departure, it was still the young lady who personally helped me change my clothes and dress me up. The exquisite hairpins, extravagant jewelry, and those expensive accessories that I usually don't have anything to do with me made me look like a high-class person in the succubus society.

In fact, I am not very unfamiliar with these things. Although it happened a long time ago, I can still vaguely remember that my mother seemed to dress like this before the family declined.It's just that, unlike other races, these decorations of the Succubus never overwhelm the host, letting their demeanor surpass their flesh, and all their decorations actually follow one point.

The foil to the flesh, the temptation to desire.

When I left the palace, I was talking with La Servillier and General Betta, and the young lady followed silently. Between the words, La Servillier and General Betta were somewhat resigned to their fate. They revealed one thing in their words, that is, they had done their best, and then they would resign themselves to their fate.

It is said that I am resigned to fate, but in fact everything is on my shoulders.

The entire delegation is actually just like the accessories I wear, they exist to set off me.

After leaving the palace, the convoy at the gate was ready to go, and the other three members of the delegation also took off their military uniforms and changed into succubus-style costumes.

Strolling down the long stairs, I came to the front of the carriage. The lady stood in front of me and gently brushed the hair on my forehead with her fingers.

"Don't stress, even if you fail, it's not your fault."

"Well, I see."

"Also, you must remember that at all times, you must put your own safety first. If you see something is wrong, run as you should. Don't be overwhelmed by any ideas."

The lady's voice sounded a little depressed, and so did her expression, but I just couldn't figure out the reason. Although I was a bit self-righteous, after thinking about it for a long time, I wondered if it was because the lady was worried about me.

But it is really difficult for me to carry out such a narcissistic thought from beginning to end.

I think Miss should be more worried about the smoothness of the whole plan than me.

"Don't worry, I will pay attention to safety."

The young lady nodded, and took two steps back with that worried expression.

I turned around to the carriage, and the tail on the side opened the door for me. Just before getting into the carriage, I stopped, turned around again, faced the young lady, put my hands together and bowed slightly, in the posture of a maid.

I didn't see the last expression of the lady, because my eyes were like my heart, escaping the cruel reality, just like this gloomy Envi sky, covered with dark clouds, and the air was filled with the smell of fire.

After getting into the car, the convoy immediately set off and left the palace.

At this moment, I actually didn't have any thoughts, my heart was surprisingly calm, looking at the passing scenery outside the window, I just occasionally savored the face when I saw the young lady in the last scene in my mind.I don't know if the lady is a little worried, but the danger of this task is self-evident. If the generals' weakness is really touched, maybe they will choose to kill the envoy in a panic.

I sighed, propping my cheek against the edge of the window with a clenched fist.

If I really die, it doesn't really matter, but if I can't see Miss again in the future, it really makes me feel a little sad.

Chapter 232. The Name of the Fallen Angel (Finiseri)

It will take two or three days to get to the territory of the Sea Monster Triangle from here. If it is just an individual who is rushing, it may not take so long. It may be to pack the face of the delegation. We are really like the distinguished gentlemen and ladies. Elite guards escorted to the destination territory.

There were four people in the whole delegation, and they were divided into two cars. I don’t know whether it was luck or misfortune. I didn’t enjoy the entire spacious car by myself, but shared it with a young female succubus among the other three. car.

Is it because I am worried that I will be lonely?

But it doesn’t matter, I’m actually not as caring and harsh as people think about things in this area, maybe it’s because I’m usually cold in people’s eyes—and in fact, I really don’t care much about most things, People think that this cold maid is a guy who doesn't want to interact with people. If possible, it's better to leave some space for her.

Yeah, I don't like being around people I don't like, but if I need to, I'll gladly take it, it's my job after all, and people only realize I'm cold, forgetting the importance of being a maid a little.

And more importantly, I'm just not interested in ordinary people, and I don't want to do meaningless friendship activities, which doesn't mean I hate everyone.

It's just that I haven't done such a thing for a long time. I have a mission that doesn't belong to a maid, and I don't have a lady by my side. I have almost nothing except my cold and strong loyalty and belief. Thinking of this, I may not sigh pessimistically, but it is impossible for me to keep smiling.

Just like the succubus lady I was in the same room with.

"That, Lady Finisely..."

"Don't call me my lord, I'm just a maid." I said without even looking at her, looking out the window boredly. "You are the officer. It doesn't matter if you are arrogant to me like usual."

Her appearance is a pure succubus, and she can be viewed by almost any description of succubus. She has smooth and fair skin, a plump and light body, and the color of her hair is black hair, which is not common among succubus, probably because Because of the war, she didn't keep her jet-black hair, but cut it short to the length of her shoulders, and her pupils are purple. Generally speaking, the pupils of black-haired succubi are not so dark, because they are actually from It is not natural to attract and charm others.

The horns on the head and the shape of the long pointed ears are also a bit special. People who don't know much about the racial division of succubus may not be able to see anything, but the difference in appearance is very sensitive within the succubus. The high status, the purity of the blood, and the succubus who look the same to outsiders are fighting to the death with their compatriots for their own status.