The War Hero Raises a Demon Slave - The War Hero Raises a Demon Slave chapter 57

57 – Succubus Trouble (3)

Einer met Rosetta in front of the butcher shop in the market on his way home from work.

We had promised in advance that we would meet here and go home together.

Because she was afraid that her identity might be revealed to the succubus, Rosetta wore civilian clothes, so she never looked like a saint on the outside.

Rosetta walked a few meters away from Einer, keeping her distance as if she was a stranger.

“Hey, baby saint.”

“It’s Rosetta.”

Rosetta sharply responded with her informal language, but Aner snorted at her.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you from Palling?”

“I got fired. Because of you.”

“That’s terrible. Why is it because of me? And why are you speaking informally? How old are you?”

However, Rosetta kept her mouth shut, as if she did not want to mix her words.

The two left the market, walked up the hill, and didn’t say anything until they reached home.

Ainor’s house, that is, the Wind of the Hill restaurant, was busy with the lights on brightly again today.

The line wasn’t as long as when it first opened, but it’s still busy with no empty tables.

Rosetta saw that and opened her eyes wide.

“What? Why are you coming to the restaurant?”

“This is my home.”

“Huh?!”

As we entered, Lamia, who was gliding between her tables, nodded her head.

“Are you busy?”

“I’m busy. You can tell when you see it.”

In the kitchen, Ael was pushing a shovel into the oven.

“One, two, three, yap!”

Samcho Pork Belly. Ael calls that menu that way.

It is said that the pork belly is cooked deliciously in 3 seconds.

Also, they always shout out ‘One, two, three!’, But sometimes there are tables that repeat that slogan when their pork belly is included.

Rosetta’s eyes were about to pop out when she saw Ael taking out a shovel from the furnace.

“Um, what are those demons?! Why are they here?!”

“I brought you here, so you’re here.”

“No, so why are you cooking over there?!”

“I’m a chef, so I cook. Shut up and sit down. Eat.”

Rosetta shook her head as Einer pointed to an empty table.

“I’m not hungry.”

Nevertheless, Rosetta swallowed her saliva when she saw the dark brown pork belly that had just come out of the oven and was frying in a lot of oil.

“Eat.”

“I won’t eat it.”

“Eat.”

“I won’t eat it.”

When Rosetta repeatedly refused, Aner shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay, then. You’ll have to stay awake all night, but if your stomach makes a noise and you miss the succubus, I’ll tell the saint.”

“Eat.”

As soon as the saint spoke, Rosetta quickly walked over and sat down at her empty table.

“Lamia. That woman’s table over there… No, it’s done.”

Holy power is almost like instant death for demons and monsters.

If you make a mistake, you will be in big trouble.

So, Einer sent Lamia back and served the meal himself.

“Oh my?! Master, when did you come?!”

When we went to the kitchen, Ael welcomed us with a big smile.

“I just arrived. Don’t be surprised, Ael. The saint over there has arrived. Remember her, right?”

“Hike?!”

Ael recognized Rosetta’s face and almost lost her shovel.

“Don’t worry. It won’t harm you.”

“Yes…”

Einer put pork belly and other side dishes on a large tray and brought them to Rosetta.

“Eat. Just watch other tables and follow the instructions on how to eat.”

After saying that, Einer went back to the kitchen to help Ael and Lamia.

Anyway, if you want to catch a succubus, it’s late at night after business closes.

* * * * *

Ainor, who had been walking around busily for a while, suddenly looked towards the Rosetta table.

I wonder if that stubborn, hateful woman is eating properly.

And Einer was surprised.

This is because Rosetta was shedding tears as she stuffed the wrap into her mouth with her cheeks puffy.

“Master, master…!”

Ael poked Einor on the shoulder.

“Saint, you’re crying…? Is it tasteless?”

“Well, for that matter, I’m eating too well.”

Rosetta, whose cheeks were bloated from the ssam, even though she was crying, picked up another piece of lettuce and generously added two pieces of meat to it.

“aaah….”

As soon as you swallow the ssam in your mouth, you open your mouth wide and go straight for the next ssam.

Of course, tears continued to flow.

She is a saint who cries and eats ssam.

That is a truly rare sight.

I don’t know the English text, but I think there’s a story behind it.

When her divine power is revealed, she will inevitably be taken to a religious order and forced to live as a saint for the rest of her life.

So, there are women who often display divine power but hide the fact and run away.

In places beyond the reach of the religious sect, they make a living illegally, without permission, through divine healing and monster-building.

Such women are called unauthorized saints.

So, unlike ordinary people, the lives of unauthorized saints are mostly unhappy.

Until that saintess entered the top of the Palling trade, she must have had a hard time avoiding the eyes of the religious order.

“You keep crying….”

“Don’t worry. I do it because it’s delicious. Just like Ryan.”

“Yes, yes. But it still hurts to see other people cry.”

“Is it okay for you to cry?”

“Heehee….”

Crybaby Ael.

If you say even a little bit, they start crying right away.

But she looks really pretty when she cries.

Smooth cheeks, red nose, and sagging eyebrows.

It is a face that makes people who look at it feel unhealthy for no reason.

Seup….

“Isn’t it delicious?”

When she saw Lamia crying as she passed by Rosetta, she asked her directly.

“No. It’s delicious….”

Sniff, slurp.

* * * * *

After business was over, Einer sent Ael and Lamia up first.

The story about capturing the succubus was not mentioned.

I don’t want to worry and make the kids anxious for no reason.

At the empty kitchen table, Einer and Rosetta sipped lemonade and waited for the night to get deep enough.

“Was the rice delicious?”

“Just so-so.”

“Then why are you talking so damn hard?”

Fire flashed in Rosetta’s eyes, but she soon lowered her head with a gloomy expression.

“The saint doesn’t serve meat? Is she a vegetarian there?”

“No.”

With those words, Rosetta pursed her lips.

Ainor, who was watching it, decided to ask a question.

“But how did they end up here? If they are unauthorized saints, can’t they be officially dispatched?”

“You don’t know anything.”

“Okay, then.”

A cheesy b*tch.

Einer stopped paying attention and finished his lemonade.

Lemonade made by AEL.

It’s really, really refreshing and sweet.

It tastes just like Ael.

Rosetta looked down at the table for a moment and slowly opened her mouth.

“I was taken to the church, but they sent me here, saying they would give me one more chance.”

“Really? I thought they were going to throw him in jail, but it’s surprisingly neat.”

“That was a long time ago.”

Ainer also knows about that.

Until just a few years ago, the religious order even created a dedicated arrest department to ruthlessly hunt down unauthorized saints.

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Then, after the war with the Demon King’s army, such activities came to a halt.

The cardinal found out that they were talking about search and arrest, but in reality, cruel oppression was taking place on the ground, almost at the level of a witch hunt.

The Cardinal, angry to the end of his head, issued con vocatio.

Immediately, all the priests were summoned to the main temple of Berabce, where a classification process was conducted on those who were involved in related matters or had a history of committing s*xual crimes within the church.

Once all classifications were completed, what followed was a large-scale physical castration that lasted several days.

I heard that they cut down ten people at a time with something like a mechanical guillotine made by dwarves.

It is said that since that day, all of the church’s s*xual misconduct and inhumane policies toward unauthorized saints have disappeared.

So, Rosetta, who was working in Paling without a permit, probably ended up being dispatched to a religious wasteland like Daham.

If it had not been for that continental castration event, only the goddess would know what would have happened to Rosetta by now.

“So, how is life here?”

“It sucks.”

“Why?”

“The saint is such an old lady. I think she’s really good at annoying people.”

“You look good.”

“Not at all. Not at all. Not at all.”

Rosetta shook her head as if she was annoyed.

“I really hate it. Don’t even say it. It makes me feel really bad.”

Aner shrugged his shoulders and closed his mouth.

I’m just talking to kill time because I’m not really curious about Rosetta.

“Now let’s go up slowly.”

After pouring lemonade into her mouth, Einer stood up.

Ainor went upstairs and pointed to the storage room.

“Stay in there. Come out as soon as you give the signal. Don’t fall asleep.”

“Don’t fall for her charm, but keep your head on her.”

Einer entered the room and immediately started working.

The task was so simple.

Roughly putting your clothes on the leftover pillow, bunching it up and covering it with a blanket.

Ainer, who had made it look like a person was lying under the blanket, opened the closet door and went inside.

Wait inside and when a succubus appears, give a signal and Rosetta will run in and burn the succubus to death with her divine power.

The reason Rosetta is not kept in her closet is because the succubus is very sensitive to the presence of a woman in a space.

It would be better to make sure things like this are done rather than having to do things for no reason.

Then show up quickly, you b*tch.

Did she think she would get away with daring to imitate her voice and make Ael misunderstand her as a vulgar and lustful woman?

I don’t know anything else, but Einer Capod will never tolerate anyone criticizing Ael.