The Possessed Evil Woman Wreaks Havoc - Chapter 147

Should I go find him?

Even though I really hated Belial… right now, I was desperate enough to need even his help.

Because there hadn’t been enough time, Silia hadn’t been able to explain everything to me. No, even beyond that, it was certain she was hiding something.

Even so, through her I had learned about the atrocities Gabriel committed against my contractor.

Endless deaths. And through that, the elevation of the soul’s rank.

I could never allow that to happen.

How dare he.

If anyone was going to take Zachary’s life, it had to be me. He owed me his soul.

So I could set aside my pride for now.

Who had Zachary reincarnated as this time? What name was he using? Where was he living?

I knew nothing at all.

‘Belial isn’t exactly trustworthy.’

But unlike me, he had spent countless ages amusing himself in the Middle Realm.

Of course he would have connections everywhere in the Middle Realm.

I would have to ask Belial—no, command him—to find Zachary.

At the very least, Belial stood a better chance of tracking him down than I did.

So.

I sprang up from my seat.

Then I strode over to the mercenaries, who were laughing and drinking together.

“Hey, humans. I have something to ask you.”

I said this while standing in front of their table.

For a moment, silence fell.

Three mercenaries sat around the table. All of them stared at me with expressions of disbelief.

I swept my gaze over their faces.

One man with curly hair that bounced with every movement.

One man with long hair, straight and fine, that reached his chest.

And one man wearing glasses.

The curly-haired one chuckled awkwardly and said to me, “Your way of speaking… And without even a greeting, you jump straight to the point. Did your parents raise you like that?”

That curly-haired one—if I remembered right, I had overheard his name as Lenny earlier?

As I mulled over what this human Lenny had just said to me, I had to stifle a laugh.

Not because it was genuinely funny, but because it was so absurd that laughter slipped out on its own.

Talking about parents to a demon. Just a few days ago, I would have snorted and brushed it off.

But now? Didn’t I have a freshly minted father of my own?

“If I had properly learned manners from my parents… I guarantee I’d be far more rude than I am now.”

And so, I actually responded to something I normally would have ignored.

Anyway.

I returned to the point.

“I have something to say to you.”

“We don’t, so how about you leave?”

“Why does it matter if you have nothing to say? What matters is that I do.”

“Hopeless. Can’t talk.”

Those last words came from the long-haired one beside the curly-haired man.

His manner of speaking… strange. I glanced him up and down, thinking it over.

He seemed to have some sort of complaint with me.

“Go away.”

They were far more uncooperative than I had expected. All I wanted was to ask a few questions, yet they reacted like this.

I quickly looked around.

The shop was so packed there wasn’t a single empty table.

Everyone seemed engrossed in conversation with their own groups.

But on closer inspection, I could tell their attention was secretly fixed on us.

I didn’t need this kind of attention. Not when the body I was in had a bounty on it.

So I casually erected a sound barrier to block the noise from leaking out.

And without wasting more time, I went straight to the point.

“That Mercenary King. Where do I go to see him?”

“Him? What the hell, is this woman insane?”

Apparently, my words had hit a nerve.

The curly-haired one, the long-haired one, and the man with glasses—all of them glared at me, eyes filled with fury.

Humans with such quick tempers. I shrugged and continued, “I have business with him. Tell me his whereabouts.”

“Looks like this woman has lost her mind.”

The man with glasses looked me up and down as he spoke.

His gaze irritated me enough that I nearly snapped at him, but he spoke first.

“He’s not the sort of man swayed by appearances. You think you can approach him with just a pretty face…”

Only then did I realize what these men were thinking.

They assumed… I was trying to get close to Belial. Using feminine charm.

What a vile thought.

Ugh.

Just imagining it made me want to retch.

“You think you’re the first woman like that? Give it up.”

The man with glasses looked at me with pitiful eyes as he said this.

I made no effort to hide my disgust as I replied, “Of course not. My business with the so-called Mercenary King is nothing of that sort. To begin with… I have high standards.”

At that, the curly-haired one said, “High standards, so you’re saying he doesn’t measure up? Have you even seen his face? He’s—he’s so beautiful it’s hard to believe he’s human. His inner self may not be so beautiful, but at least outwardly, he’s perfect.”

Of course. He wasn’t human.

But still, Belial was Belial. No matter how pretty the shell, to me his face would never be pleasant.

“I’ll say it again: I have high standards. That’s not the reason. So tell me the Mercenary King’ whereabouts.”

The curly-haired one shook his head firmly. “Either way, we can’t bring someone like you to our Hyungnim. We can’t let you waste his precious time.”

“Hyungnim? There’s no way you share blood with that one.”

At the unexpected title, I asked in confusion.

Belial was a demon. He couldn’t possibly be the ‘Hyungnim’ of humans.

At my question, the curly-haired one jumped up. “Of course we don’t share blood! How could someone like me dare? It’s just a title of respect. He’s the Mercenary King. Do you not understand how great that title is?”

Of course I didn’t. I only blinked at him, and he let out a sigh.

“Just by looking at you, it’s obvious you grew up sheltered. How could a young lady like you possibly know the world of mercenaries?”

The curly-haired one seemed very proud of the fact that he was a mercenary.

He puffed out his chest and spoke in a bold voice, “It’s a very rough world. The kind of world so terrifying that if a young lady like you heard about it, you wouldn’t even be able to sleep at night. Do you know how hard it is to be called a king among us?”

Hm.

I couldn’t help but feel amused.

Talking about a rough world in front of a demon? There was no place rougher than the Demon Realm.

And besides, how could he not know that even as a part of that so-called rough world, judging someone by appearances was meaningless?

The opponent standing before them might not even be human.

I slowly looked the three of them up and down.

For humans, they were well-trained and showed impressive strength.

But before me, a demon?

Cute, really.

Although.

‘That one called Lenny. The curly-haired one.’

He was giving off a rather fierce aura. By my standards, still weak… but among humans, he might be considered a capable fighter.

Of course.

‘Is he really a mercenary?’

The energy I felt from him wasn’t the rough aura of a mercenary… but closer to that of a knight. Yes, like a knight.

It felt similar to the aura of someone who had received formal training.

I found it odd, but shrugged it off.

After all, to me, they were nothing more than humans I could crush with a single hand. Whatever story they carried, it was none of my concern.

Lenny, not having the faintest idea of what I was thinking, kept chattering on.

“Anyway, fragile flowers from greenhouses like you should stay far away from mercenaries. Among us, the weak are never spared. Only the strong survive in our world.”

At those words, I smirked.

A world of survival of the fittest, huh.

I did enjoy that. After all, in this world, it was rare to find anyone stronger than me.

“You call the Mercenary King ‘Hyungnim’ because he’s stronger than you, right? Am I correct?”

“That’s right. That’s exactly the survival of the fittest among mercenaries.”

When Lenny confirmed I was right, I began to gather demonic energy at my fingertips.

Then I placed my palm flat on the table and pressed lightly.

As if the table were soft butter, the wood sank in and bore the mark of my hand.

A palm-shaped imprint clearly pressed into the wooden table.

The bravado they had shown earlier vanished, and the three of them stared dumbfounded at the table.

“So, tell me. Who’s your Hyungnim now?” I asked the three of them with a broad grin.

***

The world of mercenaries. Not bad, maybe?

After I displayed my strength, their attitude completely changed.

All I had asked for was the location of the Mercenary King, but the three of them went out of their way to say they would personally escort me to him.

Curly-haired Lenny asked me, “But Hyungnim. What’s the real reason you’re looking for the Mercenary King?”

Well, would you look at that. They even changed the way they addressed me—from young lady to Hyungnim.

Hyungnim. Quite a strong and fitting title, I had to admit.

Pleased, I answered honestly, “I know him. I’m not asking for a favor; I’m going to give him an order.”

“…What? Even if you are ‘Hyungnim,’ how could you dare to do that to the Mercenary King?”

The curly-haired one, Lenny, apparently the youngest among the three.

According to him…

“You see, I actually come from a great family, but I ran away to chase my dream. Of course, since I ran away, my parents have no idea where I am or what I’m doing.”

“Don’t tell me your dream is filial impiety?”

“Huh? Who would have such a dream?”

“…No one. No one would.”