The Possessed Evil Woman Wreaks Havoc - Chapter 157

But no matter how much resentment I hurled at the Belial before my eyes, it would be meaningless.

‘Just wait and see.’

I vowed that once I returned to my original timeline, I would take proper revenge on him.

Unaware of what I was thinking, Belial asked me, “You still haven’t answered about your true identity.”

“Is my identity really that important?”

“Well, not really. Whatever you are, if I stab your heart, blood will flow all the same.”

He meant that regardless of my identity, he could kill me.

The words were grim, but in contrast, the murderous aura Belial had been radiating was gone.

Thinking back, the moment Belial had unleashed his killing intent was when I mentioned the name of Archangel Isabella.

You. I hate you again.

Even though I never particularly liked Belial to begin with, this feeling was something else.

He spoke as if he cared for me so much, yet he couldn’t even recognize me. No wonder I felt so bitter.

Suppressing my emotions, I said, “Belial, I have a proposal for you.”

Belial looked at me with eyes devoid of any feeling and asked, “Looks like you’re trying to make one last desperate plea before you die. Let’s hear it then.”

That bastard?

When I first decided to seek Belial out, I vaguely thought he would readily accept my request.

At worst, he might demand something trivial in return, like ‘Call me brother.’

But the situation now was completely different from what I had imagined.

So I quickly began to think.

The first thing that came to mind was the question I had the moment I saw Belial.

“The Lord of Lust must have a reason for interfering in human wars.”

To my question, Belial answered casually, “Is it strange for a demon to take part in war? It’s a chance to kill countless humans.”

“Any other demon, maybe. But not you.”

Among the lords, Belial was one of the more favorable toward humans. Besides, wasn’t it Belial himself who told me not to treat humans recklessly?

Of course.

“If you treat humans recklessly, your human lover might run away from you.”

It had been for a deeply personal reason, but still.

“Whatever your goal is, I can help you achieve it. In return, you’ll grant me my request.”

I spoke as gently as I could.

I judged that there had to be a reason Belial involved himself in human wars. But as soon as he heard me, Belial scoffed.

“As if I would believe someone impersonating an archangel. Who knows what ties you might have to the Celestial Realm?”

“Well, it probably isn’t a good relationship, is it? I’ve committed blasphemy, after all.”

I shrugged once as I said it.

“Good or bad, I don’t want to leave any possibility of the Celestial Realm being involved in this.”

Belial rejected my proposal without much thought.

I mulled over his words. Setting aside the rejection, Belial had not denied that he had a purpose in interfering in the war.

And the fact that he seemed wary of the Celestial Realm’s involvement. The Belial I knew was no coward.

So what was the reason?

While I tried to quickly think of a plausible purpose—

Belial paused for a moment, then said, “You really aren’t very smart. Whatever your true identity is, do you think you’ll remain unscathed after doing something so reckless? The Celestial Realm will soon send someone to take your life.”

For a moment, I thought Belial was worried for me, but judging by his dry voice and the way he merely listed facts, that was clearly my mistake.

Well. It would indeed be strange if the current Belial worried about me.

Even so, I couldn’t help but feel an emptiness somewhere in my heart.

I forced myself to put on a calm expression and spoke again, “A true act of blasphemy is worth risking such dangers.”

It was something only I, who knew the art of blasphemy, could say.

At my words, Belial tilted his head and muttered almost to himself. “You sound just like Bella. That child sometimes spouted odd philosophies like that out of nowhere.”

How curious. That I should think and speak like myself.

Seeing Belial still failing to recognize me, I clicked my tongue inwardly.

As I thought, Belial was an idiot.

Before I knew it, the sun had completely set and a heavy darkness blanketed the surroundings.

As if to make things worse, even the moon in the night sky hid itself behind the clouds, making it so dark I could hardly see a few steps ahead.

Fortunately, being a demon with sharper senses than humans, I could still manage to secure some vision.

I spoke to Belial, “Then I’ll take it that you’re rejecting my proposal.”

I didn’t bother to add a parting remark like ‘see you later.’

After saying that, I intended to leave. Belial had refused my offer, and I had no desire to persuade him further.

The Belial before me was completely different from the one I knew, and I found myself reluctant to get close. Who knew what he might do.

Even if it took more time to find Zachary, it seemed better to do it on my own. Or perhaps I should try finding Nigel instead?

Thinking such thoughts, I turned my body away from Belial.

But before I could take a step—

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Belial stopped me.

I tilted my head in confusion and asked, “Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re foolish enough to think you can walk away alive right now. Foolish enough to impersonate an angel, and apparently not clever enough to think things through.”

There was no trace of killing intent in Belial’s tone.

He spoke as if stating an obvious fact.

Without the slightest consideration for how the listener—or rather, the demon—might feel.

Still, it wasn’t as if the conversation had completely broken down, so I thought he no longer intended to kill me.

“Why are you still saying you’ll kill me?”

I couldn’t hide the disbelief in my expression.

“Do you really not know?”

Belial answered my question with another.

I hesitated for a moment before finally replying, “Is it because I saw you bathing? Don’t worry. I didn’t see anything anyway.”

To think a demon would be swayed by something so trivial. Besides, didn’t Belial bathe with all his clothes on?

For an instant, I caught a flicker of annoyance in Belial’s eyes. It vanished quickly, replaced with his usual cold expression.

He said to me, “With that remark, you’ve sealed your fate.”

So touchy.

Well, it wasn’t as if I really thought Belial intended to kill me for that reason. It was just that teasing him had become such a habit of mine that the words slipped out without thought.

Belial spoke again, “Since you know my identity, I can’t let you live. And since I don’t know yours, I all the more need to kill you to silence you.”

Who was it that refused to believe me even after I revealed my identity?

The Belial I knew—the one who disguised himself as a woman and babbled nonsense about calling him big sister.

Compared to that one, this Belial was even more irritating.

‘And I can’t even hit him.’

I grumbled inwardly for a moment.

Then suddenly, a thought came to me.

Why can’t I hit him?

Belial had already rejected my proposal, and I had no more business with him. So there was no need to think about later consequences.

Besides, wasn’t he the one now threatening to kill me? When I thought about it, there was no reason I shouldn’t hit him.

Just then, a sword lying behind caught my eye.

The sword on the ground must have been Belial’s. He must have set it down when he entered the water to wash himself.

Did Belial even know how to use a sword?

He had never shown me once that he could.

In the first place, demons didn’t use swords when they fought. They preferred to use their bodies instead.

Carrying around a sword—was he really that serious about playing human?

Thinking so, I extended my magic toward the sword. My magic crawled along the ground like vines, wrapped around the hilt, and pulled it into my hand.

Belial’s expression soured when he saw the sword in my grip. “Do you not even know that it’s rude to handle a swordsman’s blade carelessly?”

“I don’t. I wasn’t raised with proper manners.”

And swordsman, really? Belial, you fight just fine without that sword, don’t you?

Belial sneered as he watched me grip the weapon. “Just looking at your stance, I can tell. Your skill is pathetic.”

Of course. I’d never learned swordsmanship in my life.

But—

I hurled the sword straight at Belial.

Perhaps because he didn’t expect such an attack, Belial’s movement to dodge was too slow. With a crisp sound, the blade struck him squarely on the head.

In the end, isn’t a swordsman just someone who attacks with a sword? By that measure, I was a splendid swordsman.