The Devil Who Grants Wishes - The Devil Who Grants Wishes chapter 134

134 – Serafia (8)

As Lucia’s voice passes through my ears, my body, which seemed unable to stop at all costs and wanted to stop no matter what happened, stopped by itself. Even if I’m not particularly conscious of it.

And the body that stopped like that reflexively turns its neck like a rubber band bounces and heads towards Lucia.

“Lu, Shia…”

Since her face was still covered with the blood of Serafia, her vision was half-obscured by the blood, but she could still see Lucia clearly through the blood.

Lucia is thanking me.

For being so angry for him, for protecting him no matter what, for getting rid of such a future as terrible things would have happened without me. heading towards me

However, at the same time, he is also expressing concern for me.

All sorts of worries about whether I was going to do something wrong, whether I was doing something wrong, whether I was going to be different from the dad I knew.

The moment I realized that, I realized what I was doing.

“…”

Both hands, upper body, and face were covered with the blood of Cerapia.

Cerapia is not a living thing, so the blood is not red but close to gold, but even so, the fact that this is blood does not change.

Realizing that fact, I immediately shifted my gaze to Seraphia, whom I had hit just a moment ago.

Compared to being covered in blood, she looks so fine with no trauma such as a sunken face, but only the appearance, the Serapia I see with my eyes is literally on the verge of dying, and her vitality is completely exhausted to the extent that she can’t resist.

To think that a being with high spirits who deviated from the standard of a normal living being runs out of vitality, how much I can beat him… Tsk.

“…why do you do that?”

Without looking at Lucia, he looked at Seraphia and said.

But even after seeing such a gruesome sight, I still wanted to beat this Seraphia to death.

How many times has Lucia been in danger because of this Seraphia? If it wasn’t for Cerapia, Lucia could have lived a peaceful life.

Above all, Serapia is my fault.

Didn’t I make Serapia this kind of personality in my previous life?

If I hadn’t made it that way, if I had convinced the development team not to make it that way, none of this would have happened.

In other words, Lucia’s suffering caused by Serapia is purely my fault, and even if I have to deal with Serapia, I have to deal with it.

Because it is right for the person who made the mistake to correct it.

“It’s like saying don’t kill Seraphia—”

“No, Serafia can die, of course. What I want to say is… Dad doesn’t like serious things like that.”

Despite the shock of being beaten in the lower abdomen by Serafia, Lucia slowly walks towards me and Serafia.

Normally, she would have yelled at her not to come because it was dangerous, but Lucia’s atmosphere was so strange that she couldn’t say such a thing, so she couldn’t.

“Daddy’s been superficial, but on the inside he’s always foolish, and he’s always acted morally, not like a devil, right?”

“…!”

“It’s not at all right for a father like that to kill Serapia like this. I’d rather end it in an instant with magic.”

Lucia’s eyes are strangely shaking. As if he saw a future where if I killed Serafia so brutally, he wouldn’t be the father he knew.

And the moment I realized that, I felt a thrill as if lightning struck my head.

What am I doing?

You take killing for granted.

Ever since I possessed Faust’s body, I’ve been trying my best not to kill anyone. In a state where morality as a human being has completely disappeared, if I just entrust myself to slaughter, I will not be able to exist as myself.

But since when… That determination has completely disappeared. From Cranion, the skull demon, to Apollyon, the grasshopper demon, to Samael, the angel, I never hesitated to kill anyone who bothered me.

And from then on, I completely ceased to act with the morality of my human days. Memories of human days are just references, to the extent that they would do so if they benefited from violating morality.

“So, if you have to kill Seraphia, instead of punching like this, let’s just do it cleanly with magic… Huh?”

Lucia’s words, Lucia’s request, were so desperate and full of emotion. Lucia is terribly afraid that if I don’t act like that, I’m sure I’ll go crazy forever.

…Really, it’s stupid.

Me too, Lucia too.

“…Yes, I understand. I will follow Lucia’s words.”

“…Yeah, thank you.”

Since his whole body is covered with the blood of Serapia, he cannot hug Lucia, but there is no problem in calming her down.

I make eye contact with Lucia and nod slowly, and Lucia, who had been very anxious just a moment ago, nodded slowly with a smile on her face as if she had never done that before.

yes, this is correct As Lucia said, it’s not about punching, it’s clean with magic–

“They’re playing… they’re here…!”

At that moment, Serafia’s voice interrupted my emotions in an instant.

Physically, the voice that seemed to boil blood into foam was filled with hatred, and that hatred voice scratched Lucia and me endlessly.

I was beaten to such an extent that I couldn’t even speak properly until just now, but to have recovered enough to be able to speak while I stopped the violence for a while, does that mean that I am also a being with divine prestige?

“Where… you pretend to be nice… where… you don’t… moral… you pretend…!”

Serafia, who seemed to be spitting out words, said so while blood flowed from her mouth.

In the meantime, Serapia is trying to use all her strength, such as struggling to get out of my mount.

“Something like a devil… A filthy being who can’t live without someone’s ill feelings… How dare you… How dare you…!”

“…You’ve been using those demons as tools to spread your faith.”

“shut up…!”

Cerapia bites down on her molars and scratches me with her fingernails.

Of course, my body is not at all damaged by such nail polish, but even so, scratching my body is not a very pleasant feeling, so I naturally frown.

“It’s not just the devil. You’ve deliberately pushed people to death, killed them, and made sacrifices in order to spread more faith. You guys who acted like that, dare to say that you’re pretending to be nice?”

“That’s… what do you mean… that there is no equal anyway…! To me who lives forever, to me who possesses great power, they are just domestic animals… no, they are different from lower ants. Isn’t it a psychopath to care about ants like that?!”

“…I can’t understand the language.”

Serafia’s inner thoughts were the very word embodying the word trash, and Serafia’s answer made it very clear that no matter what words she spoke, she would never be able to convince me.

I can’t give a proper sermon to this crazy bitch–

“Even though you did that in the first place—!!”

“…?!”

At that moment, as Serafia roared with evil, scenes came to mind as if a kaleidoscope passed by.

In order to level up, he had to defeat countless monsters, countless thieves, and countless soldiers.

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Kill, kill, kill, so many sacrifices that even the number of 100,000 cannot be captured.

And the one who made that sacrifice was… me.

To be precise, it was me when I was playing games.

“You’re pretending to be nice now…! How dare you!!”

“…I guess I’ll have to finish it soon.”

If the realization of the game is the world I am in now, I cannot refute Serafia’s words.

Although it was a slaughter committed not with Faust’s body, but with a game character, Serafia’s words are not wrong, since I am the one who moved the character, and the soul that moved the character’s body.

Of course, I just did that in a game, not in reality, and Serafia did that kind of slaughter in real life, so of course we can’t put them on the same line… was there

Is that why you’ve been acting like crap?

“If it weren’t for those sacrifices!! Could this world have been properly maintained?! Eh!!”

Serafia, who saw the condensation of mana and demonic energy in my hand, spewed out blood from her mouth like saliva and said.

“I… saved…! A world… a world with limits to life…! I just took a small advantage of strength from the chain of fate!!”

“Salvation… You’ve gotten even more crazy. I’ll stop.”

“You still dare to treat this hypocrite who hates butchers but enjoys meat?”

“…what?”

At that moment, Serafia’s body suddenly becomes strange.

Serafia’s body, which always shone with golden light, suddenly lost its luster, and Serafia’s always beautiful skin and hair lost their luster in an instant.

And that’s not all. The extremities of Cerapia’s body, such as its fingers and toes, turned black like tar in an instant, then became blunt and clumped together.

“No…! No…! I can still do more! I can do it!!”

Serafia’s mouth, which had been spitting out golden blood, is spewing out something black like tar, as if it had never done so, and rather than being astonished by itself, Serafia is horrified by the realization of what fate will befall her.

I didn’t even pay attention to myself who had just been heading for all sorts of hatred.

…what is this.