The Possessed Evil Woman Wreaks Havoc - Chapter 116

At my sharp criticism, Belial pouted and opened his mouth.

“Our youngest is always so harsh with me. Boohoo.”

So heartbreakingly pretty it could make anyone’s chest ache…

Damn it. Why is he pretty?

In any case, Belial dabbed at his fake tears and slumped exaggeratedly.

The whole act was infuriating.

Knowing full well they weren’t real tears, I ignored it and asked, “So, what do you think the imposter really is?”

Of course, Belial’s thoughts would be shallow and worthless, but—

Since he had seen the imposter’s face, he might at least have a guess.

Belial thought for a moment before speaking, “Well, the body was human. But they could use magic. Usually that means a contractor…”

At the word “contractor,” I raised an eyebrow.

There were so few demon contractors that barely anyone in the human world even knew they existed. That’s why Nigel could pretend to be one so easily.

And contracting with a demon didn’t even extend one’s lifespan.

If it had, maybe I would’ve been more forgiving to Zachary.

Giving affection to someone living only a fleeting moment… I had too much to lose.

I forcibly scattered my thoughts. This wasn’t the time for that.

“They couldn’t have been a contractor. The imposter has appeared in the Middle Realm several times over the course of centuries. No contractor can live that long.”

Belial nodded at my words. “I didn’t think they were a contractor either. There’s a feeling, you know? That one raised their head so proudly in front of me, and they were just a human…”

Belial trailed off.

He blinked slowly at me and said, “Such beautiful blonde hair.”

“Ugh.”

I scowled.

Blabbering about blonde hair all of a sudden—what the hell was he trying to pull?

Belial muttered as he stared at my hair, “That imposter had blonde hair too…”

I couldn’t understand why Belial was suddenly going on about blondes, but knowing he was never in his right mind to begin with, I wasn’t surprised.

He reached out and started touching my hair—no, Isabella’s hair—like he was entranced.

I tried to smack his hand away, but he gripped so hard that it just pulled my head along.

I glared at him fiercely. He ignored my gaze and muttered to himself, “This kind of blonde isn’t exactly common…”

“What nonsense are you spouting now?”

Belial ignored me and sank deeper into thought.

“Oh my.”

Then his eyes widened as if something had dawned on him.

“No way. How did I not notice this?”

“Stop mumbling to yourself.”

“…That was close. I almost did something terrible to our cute little youngest.”

Belial disregarded everything I said and continued talking nonsense only he could understand.

Then, with a slight grimace, he cautiously asked me, “Youngest, do you have anyone holding a grudge against you… Oh, wait. Too many. That’s the problem.”

I nodded proudly.

Proof that I’d truly lived the life of a proper demon.

“Sigh. Of course you’d be proud of that. That’s so like you. Adorably so. But to react like that now of all times.”

We really raised you a little too well.

I understood immediately what Belial’s muttering implied.

I stood up and grabbed him by the collar, shaking him hard.

Sher gasped at the sight, startled.

“Haha. Our youngest’s grip is as strong as ever.”

Belial just laughed and let himself be tossed around.

Eventually, I lost interest and let go.

Belial smoothed out the wrinkles in his dress with a palm and muttered, “But now that I think about it, it probably wasn’t a grudge. When I recall what that woman said back then… ah.”

Belial suddenly froze. He slowly turned his head toward me.

And I found myself staring into his glassy eyes.

They weren’t the usual playful eyes—they were empty, emotionless.

I flinched instinctively.

Belial lifted the corner of his mouth slightly and asked me, “Youngest, you’re my favorite among the lords. Do you know why?”

“How would I know that?”

“The other lords might just dote on you because you’re the youngest, but I’m a little different. I like you because you resemble me.”

You think I’m an idiot like you? Don’t spout nonsense, Belial.

…That’s what I should’ve said right away.

But something about Belial’s atmosphere felt precarious, so I held my tongue.

“If our youngest ever becomes different from me… hmm, even then, you’ll still be my youngest, right?”

With that, Belial smiled brightly. The dangerous aura he had been exuding vanished in an instant.

I let out a breath of relief.

Then I realized what I had just done and was internally startled.

Didn’t that make it seem like I was afraid of Belial?

‘That bastard is a fool. Don’t forget. He’s a fool.’

I repeated the mantra in my head a few times, and Belial looked as easy to deal with as ever.

With my confidence restored, I slightly lifted my chin and asked him, “So what did you mean earlier about the imposter?”

“Well. Do I have to tell you?”

Belial dodged my question.

That bastard.

He definitely figured out something about the imposter.

When I kept glaring at him, Belial made an apologetic face and said, “But if our youngest finds out everything, I think you’ll hate me. I don’t want to be hated by you.”

What kind of nonsense was that?

Belial’s babble wasn’t anything new, so I just snorted. “There’s absolutely nothing to worry about.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I already hate you.”

Why fear being hated when it’s already the case? Well, maybe the hatred would deepen a bit.

At my words, Belial shook his head and said, “Still, youngest. Don’t hate me, okay? I really didn’t know.”

He kept speaking with cryptic implications until the end.

I sighed at his attitude.

He might seem easygoing on the surface, but Belial was surprisingly stubborn.

The fact that he wouldn’t answer, even when I pressed him like this, meant he had no intention of talking.

A sense of unease lingered, but there was nothing I could do.

Causing a scene here might put the fragile Sher in danger.

Belial picked up the teacup in front of him and drained it in one gulp.

Steam was still rising, yet he didn’t seem to mind—probably because he was numb to pain.

“Well then, teatime’s over. Youngest, you won’t be seeing me in the Middle Realm for a while. I’ve got some business in the Demon Realm.”

“Why are you going to the Demon Realm?”

“Let’s just say it’s personal business. Why? Are you that curious about your big sister’s private life?”

Ugh.

I frowned instantly.

If his words were meant to stop me from asking more, they were highly effective.

Belial winked at me and said, “Even if you miss me, you’ll have to endure it, okay?”

“As if I’d ever want to see the likes of you.”

“Being prickly is one of your charms too. Youngest, want me to deliver a message to Lilith?”

I narrowed my eyes at his last remark.

As expected, Belial had noticed my power was sealed.

If not, why would he offer to relay a message I could have delivered myself?

He had realized I couldn’t go to the Demon Realm.

I gauged the magic within me.

To be honest, if I truly pushed myself, I might be able to create a path to the Demon Realm.

But there were still too many unresolved matters in the Middle Realm.

Something told me that if I returned to the Demon Realm now, I wouldn’t be able to come back.

After a long hesitation, I opened my mouth.

“Tell Lilith… that I miss her.”

I said it with the hope that she might come find me in the Middle Realm.

“Oh my! I want to hear something like that from our youngest too! Say it to me! Tell me you miss me too!”

Belial clung to my arm, whining.

His pitiful display was more pathetic than expected, and I clicked my tongue as I shook him off.

“Get lost.”