The Possessed Evil Woman Wreaks Havoc - Chapter 101

We brought the angels straight into my room.

“Drop them on the floor.”

Nigel obediently followed my instruction.

Even after being thrown onto the hard floor, the angels didn’t budge.

Jessie was nowhere in sight. Instead, Blackie had taken the center spot on my bed.

Kkamang?

Blackie tilted his head at the sight of the angels.

“Those are angels. It’s probably your first time seeing them.”

Kkamang!

With curiosity all over his face, Blackie approached the angels.

Then he licked the face of the one closest to him.

Ptui.

Blackie immediately scrunched his nose and turned away.

Well, they’re beings made purely of holy power. No wonder they’d taste revolting to a demonic beast that feeds on demonic energy.

Losing all interest, Blackie hopped back onto the bed and curled up again.

Still.

To stay still even after a demonic beast licked their face—that was some serious mental fortitude.

I spoke to the angels, “You’d better open your eyes now.”

Stop pretending to be unconscious.

As soon as I finished, the angels’ eyelids twitched, and their eyes opened.

The one Blackie had licked trembled and wiped his face with his hand.

“How did you know?” one of them asked.

I openly scoffed at them. Anyone who can’t see that doesn’t deserve to be called a lord.

“Even Nigel would’ve—”

“……?”

Hm. So Nigel didn’t notice. I avoided his gaze and turned back to the angels.

“Why are you asking me something so trivial?”

Anyway, time to get to the main point. The reason I brought them here.

“Jen and Jen. What are you doing in the Middle Realm?”

“…….”

They remained silent as if they’d rehearsed it.

Looks like I’ll need another method to make them talk.

Smiling coldly, I said, “Normally I wouldn’t remember nobodies like you, but… that taste of blood was so unforgettable, I made an exception.”

I licked my lips again. “Since then, whenever I see an angel, I get… thirsty.”

Before I’d even finished, the color drained from their faces.

I exaggerated the way I licked my lips and stared at them.

[Bella, you weren’t serious about that, right?]

Nigel projected his thoughts into my head.

[Why would I eat them? They taste bad.]

[Bad…? Okay, now I can believe you. That actually makes sense…]

Seriously. Just what kind of creature am I in Nigel’s mind?

Anyway, Nigel now knew the truth—but the angels didn’t.

Still, even with the threats, the angels seemed to be resisting internally.

“Or would you prefer to see the inside of a demonic beast’s stomach? Blackie’s feeling awfully hungry.”

Kkamang!

Blackie protested to me that eating them would definitely give him a stomachache.

Of course, I wouldn’t make Blackie eat them.

But the angels, who couldn’t understand Blackie, turned pale.

A heavy silence fell over the room.

And finally, one of them gave in and spoke.

“We are Lord Gabriel’s hands and feet.”

“Bragging about that won’t make your situation any better.”

“…We came to the Middle Realm because Lord Gabriel gave us orders.”

“What orders?”

“…There’s someone in the Middle Realm impersonating an archangel. We were told to capture them.”

“Hm?”

I doubted my ears. Someone was impersonating an archangel?

Who would do something that insane?

At the same time, I thought:

‘I should’ve thought of that first.’

Running wild in the Middle Realm while impersonating an archangel—now that’s true blasphemy, the textbook definition.

And here I was, only impersonating a saint. I felt oddly defeated.

I hid my seething emotions and asked the angels again.

“Hm. So who is it?”

“We don’t know. But we heard the name Isabella—”

I cut the angel off. “Don’t tell me. Archangel Isabella?”

Something was off.

Watching the angels nod at my question, I thought:

Why does this Archangel Isabella keep showing up?

Isabella was clearly a fabricated entity.

She was created in a joint effort by the Imperial Family and the temple to cover up the truth—that I, a demon, was the contractor of the Empire’s founding emperor, Zachary.

Thanks to that, Zachary became a man protected by an angel, not a demon contractor.

But then…

I remembered what Kayden told me recently.

He said he once met Archangel Isabella.

Turns out Kayden wasn’t crazy. Such a person really existed.

It felt strange.

Of all things to impersonate—why that archangel who wasn’t even real??

“Tell me everything you know about the impostor.”

At my words, the two angels exchanged glances and began revealing what they knew, piece by piece.

“Well—first off, it’s definitely not a human.”

“How can you be sure?”

“The impostor has appeared consistently over a very long period. The most recent was a hundred years ago. Before that, roughly three hundred and four hundred years ago.”

So it wasn’t human.

No human could live that long.

“Then what do you think the impostor is?”

One of the angels looked at me and cautiously replied, “A demon, perhaps?”

“Why a demon… Hmm. Now that I think about it, a demon is the most likely.”

Someone capable of living that long. And someone bold enough to commit the blasphemy of impersonating an archangel.

Only a demon would do something like that.

…To think such a remarkable demon exists in the Demon Realm.

I applauded the demon inwardly.

A demon doing something that commendable? I must make sure these angels never catch them.

“So why are you trying to find this demon?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Because they must be caught. They dared to imitate an archangel.”

The angels answered like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Well, if someone went around acting like a demon lord, I’d probably send my subordinates after them too.

So Gabriel’s actions weren’t exactly unreasonable.

But my demonic instincts told me there was more to this.

I recalled the statue of Archangel Isabella I saw at the temple.

If the impostor had done anything to disgrace the name of an archangel, that statue wouldn’t still be standing in the temple.

If it was just a prank, they wouldn’t have acted like that. They would’ve caused a massive scandal at the very least.

Which meant the demon must have another purpose.

“What exactly has this impostor done so far?”

Both angels fell silent.

“…They saved a human.”

After a long pause, one of the angels finally answered, and it was something I hadn’t expected at all.

“Hm?”

The impostor is likely a demon… and yet all they’ve done while pretending to be an archangel is save humans?

Seeing my confusion, the angels nodded and continued, “We don’t understand their actions either. They live quietly, unnoticed, and then once every hundred years they appear, save a human in danger, and vanish again. Isn’t that strange?”

“A demon wouldn’t do something so noble. There must be a sinister motive behind it.”

Like saving a truly heinous criminal. Or choosing humans who would go on to create greater chaos in the Middle Realm.

But my guess was wrong.

“We thought so too. But every single human that demon saved was renowned for their virtue and righteousness in their time.”

“Why would a demon save such people?”

The more I heard, the stranger it sounded.

Then one of the angels hesitantly offered their opinion.

“Actually, the humans that impostor saved all had one more thing in common.”

“What is it?”

“They were stunningly beautiful. Honestly… you’d wonder how such faces could exist among humans.”

“Hm?”

“If a human like that were in danger, even I might consider saving them, just once.”

The angel who said it muttered like they were entranced.

Angels, like demons, were naturally gifted with exceptional appearances.

For an angel to say something like that—it must’ve been quite something…

Still, saving humans just because of their looks?

All my enthusiasm vanished in an instant.

“What a pathetic demon. A disgrace to the Demon Realm.”

I take back all the praise I gave that impostor.

Now that I think about it, calling them a demon is an insult in itself.