The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil

Rumble—!

Thunderous booms erupted from outside the shrine, shaking the very ground beneath their feet.

Menesis cast a deep glance at the white-haired girl whose face was tense with focus, then turned away, holding the tiny Demon King figurine tightly and leaving without looking back.

“Eh, judging by that look in her eyes, I’ve got the feeling that if this fails, she’ll come back just to punch me.”

Vieya muttered gloomily to herself, then started after her.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to leave. There’s only the two of us left now. Stay and talk with me for a while longer...” Flaviel sat atop a stone pedestal, her voice soft.

Her golden eyes appeared regal and calm, yet her tone carried a faint hint of pleading—as if she’d always been your loyal little dog, and keeping her company was simply part of your duty.

“Don’t worry. As long as I’m watching over this place, nothing will happen to them.” Flaviel smiled faintly as she added this.

“......”

Vieya softened. With a sigh in her heart, she returned and sat beside Flaviel.

“Flaviel... was it really me who killed you?”

“No. But it’s definitely related to that sword you swung.” Flaviel puffed her cheeks in irritation. “I really didn’t think you’d actually strike me!”

“But I held back... You were the one who insisted on taking the blow head-on. I only wanted to knock you out and bring you back,” Vieya said quietly.

“Bring me back as your sex slave?” Flaviel shot back.

Vieya fell silent. “No...”

“Ah... Vieya.”

Flaviel sighed, her usual playful tone fading into seriousness. She met Vieya’s evasive eyes. “You’re a Hero of the human race, and I am a Demon King of the demon race. I’ve followed beside you long enough to know that you could never sever your ties to your human friends and family.

It’s the same for me. I was born bearing the responsibility of my kind. Perhaps... the fact that you’re still alive now, and I can still talk with you like this, is already the best ending we could ask for.”

“To be honest, being a monster girl isn’t that bad for you. You have a long life, power beyond that of both humans and monsters. You’re born a ruler standing outside the rules themselves—you can enjoy eternity and stay with the people you want to stay with. There’s no sadness in that.”

“......”

Vieya turned her face slightly, gazing at Flaviel with a dim look. “Really? I don’t have much experience being a monster girl, so don’t you dare lie to me.”

“Of all people, I’d never lie to you!”

“You haven’t lied to me enough already?”

“Can we not talk about that? I finally get to speak to you face to face, and you’re wasting all our time on this nonsense—it really hurts my heart.”

“You have a heart? You’re a demon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean! You’re a blob of slimy slime now yourself. Ugh, no wonder your mouth’s so sharp!”

“That’s your fault! And don’t call me a blob!”

“Can you blame me?”

“If not you, then who—me?”

“Fine, fine, blame me. It’s all my fault. So then, Miss Blob of Slime, would you please roll yourself somewhere else? Don’t sit next to me—what if you get poisoned again?”

“So what, I’ll sit if I want.”

......

Rumble—!

Rakaide was knocked back once again. The aged, cracked ground was riddled with deep fissures carved by the terrifying sword aura.

“Why aren’t Menesis and the others back yet? Ugh... don’t tell me my life insurance is finally going to pay off?” The weary middle-aged man sighed in dismay. Though battered and bruised, his only wish was still to stay alive and spend a little more time with his wife and daughter.

“I just don’t know when these kinds of days will ever end... I hate work. I hate commissions.” freёwebnovel.com

“But no matter how much you hate it, you still have to keep going, don’t you? Also, let’s hope you didn’t fill in the wrong beneficiary on that insurance.”

Menesis emerged from behind the ruins.

She was holding up the Demon King figurine high, like the Statue of Liberty hoisting her torch—except the pose was so ridiculous it was hard not to laugh.

“Haha, what on earth is that trick?” Rakaide forced a grin.

“A life-saving trick.”

Menesis said it as she walked step by step toward the menacing Hero’s armor. She made no attempt to defend herself; the calm confidence of someone who seemed to have victory in her grasp shone from her—though her brow never relaxed.

“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing!”

Seeing his teammate look as though she’d burned out and had no will left to live, Rakaide panicked. Ignoring the pain lancing through his arm, he rushed forward to stop her.

“You’re still young—don’t give up your life and hope so early!”

“Move. This will make the tin can stop attacking.” Menesis’s tone was firm.

“???”

Cosplaying as the Statue of Liberty will stop the tin can?

Rakaide’s face twisted into an expression of pure disbelief, but the situation was too dire to question it. The image he’d always had of Menesis as a reliable and steady woman shattered instantly.

“How about we just run? If we make it to the mine tunnels, maybe it won’t chase us! We don’t have to disable it completely if we can just escape! Wait—what about that priestess girl, the one about my daughter’s age? Where is she? Let’s grab her and go together!”

“Hiding in the tunnels won’t work. We’re not monsters; we’ll wear out first.” Menesis’s voice was dead serious. “So whether this method works or not, I have to try.” fгeewebnovёl.com

“......”

Rakaide was silent for a moment, then sighed. “Fine. I’ll go with you. If I’m there to cover you, maybe our odds of surviving will be a little higher.”

The night grew darker.

Menesis approached the Hero’s armor without incident, and sure enough, when it {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} saw the Demon King figurine, the armor hesitated.

“Great—it’s working!”

Menesis’s face lit up with joy. The priestess girl hadn’t lied to her after all!

It really seemed effective. Rakaide, too, relaxed with relief. “Where’d you even find a trick like that? It actually... works.”

“The priestess told me.”

Menesis smiled faintly. “She said she’d found a way to stop the tin can from attacking, and even a way to escape this temporal trap. At first, I didn’t believe her...”

“But we didn’t have any other options, and she didn’t seem like the kind to joke about something like that. So I decided to try exactly what she said... and look—it works perfectly. Later we’ll find her and ask how to get out of here...”

Suddenly—

Menesis froze. Something was wrong. Vieya had come out with her, hadn’t she? So why wasn’t she here now?

“Uh, where’s the priestess?” Rakaide realized the same thing. “She didn’t come out with you?”

“Crap... don’t tell me she’s still inside the shrine. Could she be in danger?”

And then Menesis remembered—the priestess had said she was “communicating with a female ghost.”

A chill ran down her spine. Forgetting the armor entirely, she shoved the figurine into her pocket and sprinted back toward the shrine!

Rakaide, utterly lost, kicked the now-motionless armor twice, then followed after her.

Once the two of them were gone, a shadowy figure crept out from the darkness.

He stepped toward the Hero’s armor, touched it, and when he confirmed it had no reaction, joy flashed across his face.

Immediately, he tried prying open the armor’s gauntlet, attempting to snatch the Hero’s sword from its grasp.

Creak—!

The armor suddenly raised its head. The man froze, terror flooding his eyes. He tried to scream, but no sound came from his throat.

Shing!

A flash of silver light—

The black figure was cleaved cleanly in two, collapsing onto the ground. His eyes dimmed, mouth bubbling with blood as warm red pooled beneath him.

Annihilation complete.

The Hero’s armor powered down again, kneeling motionless in place—

as if patiently waiting for its master’s return.