Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer - Chapter 192
192 – Nine Heavens (2)
When making his plan, Dante did not take into account the existence of the demon of struggle.
Of course, he was also a part of the three kings who reigned over the nine heavens.
In terms of ranking, ‘Yeokcheon’ was at the top, followed by ‘Yurin’, and ‘Struggle’, which was relatively inactive, was ranked the lowest among the three kings.
That does not prove that he is less picky than the other three kings.
Among the hundreds or tens of millions of demons, these are the ones who have ascended to the highest throne.
How can we distinguish between strength and weakness by comparing their ranks?
He was, in name and reality, the only demon lord in the nine heavens, and at the same time, he was the only one who could act as a major variable if something went wrong.
It may not be possible, but what if the devil from heaven had captured him?
What should we do if we are in a position to make him the vanguard of the destruction of the continent by presenting something that the Demon of Struggle wants?
Even if the possibility is low, he is the owner of a presence that cannot be ignored.
That was the Three Kings, the devil of struggle.
“… ….”
Beatrice. As I looked up at that very demon, I was lost in thought for a moment.
First of all, his appearance was surprisingly ordinary.
Unlike a devil who was not concerned about physical strength or physical strength, he was just an ordinary man, except that he was quite muscular.
Based on human standards, the age range would be around the late twenties or early thirties.
Black hair and red eyes are truly the symbol of the devil, the external characteristics of a devil, but beyond that, no special features can be found.
It feels different in many ways from the alluring beauty of Yurin’s Devil, which makes you feel like you’ll be sucked in when you watch it.
If he had not felt that absolute evil energy, he might have thought that he was just an ‘extra devil 1’ that was widespread in the nine heavens.
So, around that time, Beatrice tried to flexibly change her thinking.
‘Tell me to do it for you…….’
The words spoken to her by the demon of her struggle just before that.
-Please, show me the possibility of winning this will to fight.
He seemed like he was hoping for a fight with Beatrice.
The look on his face as if he couldn’t stand it because he was so excited was also quite impressive.
At least Beatrice had never seen that kind of look in her eyes when others looked at her.
Eyes that are just looking forward to the ‘fight’ itself, and are even pure in a way.
Even though he was a devil, he was not an unpleasant person.
Anyway, that doesn’t mean I view it positively.
Should we just say that the favorability rating is not negative from the default value of 0%?
In fact, considering that his race was a demon, even this was an incredible achievement.
More than anything, there was a reason why Beatrice made that judgment…….
‘It’s special, something.’
The reason was simple.
I don’t feel any murderous intent.
The demon of her struggle, the demon duke who was his subordinate, recognized her as her opponent and from the moment he truly attacked her with murderous intent, she said.
I want to see the fight, but I don’t feel the need to kill it. What could it be?
Although it also implicitly revealed her confidence that the demon of her struggle could be subdued without killing her -.
Once again, Beatrice did not have her pride hurt by such a thing.
Among the strong people around her, she is someone who can be said to be clearly weaker than her.
Has there ever been someone like that?
Not to mention Tsumei, the slayer of dragons, she is also Dante, and in terms of force alone, she is half the number superior to Beatrice.
In terms of combat ability, Flügel cannot be defeated, and even Eve is not much different.
In the first place, her specialty was the sacred barrier.
She inevitably lacks confidence in one-on-one combat.
‘Do you think you can win?’
And in that sense, to guess the odds of victory, Beatrice tilted her head at a right angle and began to gauge the strength of the fighting devil.
In her mind, she cursed and said that she had set up the throne in such a dirty high place.
Her neck was slightly pulled, but it wasn’t the time to worry about such trivial things.
Beatrice moved the small divine power around her fingertips into the shape of a butterfly.
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The platinum-colored butterfly, moving forward with its wings fluttering, soon touched the barrier of musical instruments surrounding the struggle.
Kwajijijijik!!
Immediately, the butterfly’s wings were torn off with a sound like thunder.
Beatrice sighed and thought. My precious butterfly!
[…] … Hmm.]
She felt a sick feeling in her stomach, thinking she had folded herself into a butterfly shape for no reason, but her actual expression of struggle was more subtle.
She seemed to be claiming that she did not intend to kill the butterfly just before that.
So, does that mean she simply captured and suppressed the holy woman’s divine power with the force field of the instrument she had laid out?
Putting everything else aside, Beatrice’s pride was hurt in this regard.
What should not be misunderstood is that even though she can view and evaluate her own strength and abilities from her objective perspective…….
‘I’m a little angry.’
The part was that she was by no means an unemotional girl.
One-on-one battle with the demon of struggle.
She thought that even if she didn’t win, she wouldn’t be completely outclassed. She thought it would be possible to at least lead to a stalemate.
A little while ago, her attempt to gauge the level of her opponent by sending out her divine power ended in failure, so she lost confidence for a moment.
She thought to herself, ‘Isn’t this a little dangerous?’
She shook her head, saying it wouldn’t happen anytime soon. However, the problem in itself was that she had already thought of such a thought.
Beatrice had a crooked expression on her face, and she looked up at Struggle just as crookedly.
As a struggle, I did not understand the meaning of that gaze, so I made an incomprehensible expression…….
‘Still, I am a saint.’
It was none of Beatrice’s business.
‘Is there really a need to go in with the mindset that I’m going to lose to the devil?’
She just continued to build up her unfounded confidence.
That kind of ‘confidence’ that sometimes gives us courage.
Saaa… ….
Her divine power, swirling like the wind, soon dyed Beatrice’s hands platinum.
Wings similar to those of an angel, also platinum-colored, sprouted from her shoulders.
‘I don’t think they’ll just let me go anyway.’
Beatrice finally concluded her rational judgment.
As the name suggests, the three kings are not interested in anything other than fighting.
In other words, he pointed to the fact that he, who had already shown interest in her battle with Beatrice, would not allow her to leave her castle and go in search of her companions.
What should I do? What coping method is ideal to choose?
“Okay, well…” ….”
Of course, there was only one option given to her.
“If you put it that way, it’s good.”
Beatrice squeezed both of her hands with an expression of hurt.
The faint smile on her lips was erased in an instant.
“──Let’s fight as much as you want, devil.”
The moment the words were spoken, Beatrice’s foot hit the red carpet of the royal castle hard.
Cow! The divine power contained in her legs spread out in all directions in an instant.
-Expansion of the sanctuary.
It was a power no less than a symbol of a saint.
It is such a technology.
No matter how her opponent is the Three Kings who reign at the peak of her tens of millions of demons, she has the best means of bringing them down to her level.
The power of the goddess. The realm of the goddess. Sacred land.
The red color that the Three Kings’ royal castle boasts has begun to be eroded by the platinum-colored energy of the sanctuary.
A deep look of curiosity and interest appeared on the face of the fighting demon.
It was as if Beatrice was taking it easy, and without realizing it, a cross-shaped vein appeared on her forehead…….
‘Let’s see how far we can go, that leisure.’
At this point, she had already entered the battle, and there was no reason for her to be dragged further by her emotions.
Literally, the results will prove everything.
It was then that platinum-colored rose vines appeared simultaneously on the sides, rear, and top of the throne where Struggle was sitting.
It doesn’t look that threatening.
Babababababak!
But the thorns of those vines suddenly grew in size and headed towards the demon of struggle.
The divine power contained in each of those thorns was at a level that even the Three Kings could not ignore.
If you get stabbed, there will be a wound, and even if it regenerates, the slight internal wounds will not be erased.
There was no need to be arrogant and accept damage that was unnecessary.
The Demon of Strife immediately kicked off his throne and flew out of the attack range of the rose vine.
Then, lightly jump over the hundreds of stairs leading to the throne and then land.
Suddenly, the saint and the three kings made eye contact on the red carpet of the throne room.
Beatrice narrowed the corners of his eyes with considerable tension…….
[Hmm.]
The Demon of Struggle looked at Beatrice, showing off the composure that he had not lost yet.
[If I win.]
And that’s what I’m saying.
[Saint, you will work as a gladiator in the ‘arena’ of my kingdom.]
“…… Under?”
A word that would easily leave Beatrice dumbfounded.
Beatrice looked at the Demon of Struggle with a puzzled expression.
I was wondering what kind of bullsh*t that was, but I guess I didn’t understand what it meant.
The struggle was to not make a big deal out of it and just do what I thought I had to say.
[Even if you lose the struggle and become an employee under my command, you are still a human from the continent. I promise to treat you like a gentleman in my own way.]
“…… Uh, no, what?”
[If you perfectly perform your duties as a gladiator, you will not be treated unfairly, and if you show unexpected fighting spirit in a fight with me, I will grant you the right to freely roam the kingdom.]
Of course, we will also pay wages. Struggle added and nodded.
Beatrice was already unable to say anything and was just pursed her lips.
The fight hasn’t even started yet, so why are you talking like you’ve already won?
No, before that, what is the arena? What, you’re going to use a saint as a gladiator?
‘What, nonsense that doesn’t even sound like words…’ … !’
It wouldn’t have been this embarrassing if they had at least said that they would use him as a hostage to deal with the continent or the goddess, or even said something like ‘I will kill him the moment he is defeated.’
Isn’t this nonsense on a scale that far exceeds common sense expectations?
I know that since the sanctuary has already been developed, there is no benefit in taking more time.
But despite this, Beatrice became stiff for a moment.
[…] … ?]
The demon of her struggle was only suspicious of her rigid state.
Why doesn’t she pounce again?
[Aha.]
The worries did not last long. The Demon of Struggle seemed to understand what she was thinking and nodded her head, then turned to Beatrice and spoke more.
[Don’t worry, I don’t have the same taste as the subordinates you destroyed.]
So, interpreting Beatrice’s absurd expression in a bizarre way… ….
[I have never laid a hand on a woman who defeated me. Additionally, I have a spouse of my own, so I’ll tell you that it’s okay to put aside unnecessary concerns.]
“… ….”
She proudly proved the marriage status of the three kings, something Beatrice did not really want to know.
Beatrice’s expression darkened.
She was truly dumbfounded and muttered to herself.
Well, there are three kings like this.