Free Web Novel“Ha ha ha...”
A wild laugh suddenly rang out.
“...Ha ha ha...”
“Hu ha ha ha ha...”
The laughter echoed through the empty darkness.
Vieya’s whole body tensed, more on guard than she had ever been before.
“Hu ha ha... Seeing Me, are you that unhappy?”
A golden-haired, golden-eyed loli stepped out of the darkness. Her slender fingers pinched the black-and-white lace hem of her dress, spinning slowly as she approached, as if she were stepping to the rhythm of an elegant dance.
“Oh my!”
The loli who stopped before Vieya suddenly covered her mouth in feigned surprise.
Her face showed innocent, naive confusion as she looked at Vieya and asked:
“How did you turn yourself into this? Did you become the same as Me? Hu ha ha ha...”
As she spoke, the Demon King clutched her belly, laughing:
“How is the punishment for laying hands on a loli? Do you like it? Surprised?”
“...”
Vieya pressed her lips shut, saying nothing.
“Sigh, it’s so boring when you won’t talk.”
Seeing her opponent stand there like wood, unresponsive, the ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Demon King withdrew her playful smile and stepped forward, wanting to embrace her. But Vieya slipped away in a flash, and at once, the Demon King was surprised:
“Ahli... You don’t like Me anymore?”
“Flaviel, stop talking like that.”
Looking into the golden eyes filled with laughter, Vieya’s voice sank lower:
“After everything that has happened, it’s impossible to pretend nothing did. Between us—it’s already over. Besides...” She paused for quite a while, no longer daring to meet Flaviel’s smiling gaze. “...You are already dead, aren’t you?”
“Am I dead?”
Flaviel seized Vieya’s hand. This time she did not pull away, only frowned in pain at the strength of the grip.
“Was that not your choice? Righteous Hero, back then I let you go, did I not? But you did not go. You wanted to capture Me as well.”
“Dragged along your band of loyal little followers to seize Me, to strip Me of My power.”
Flaviel’s expression grew dark, the smile gone.
“Ye Chi—oh no, now I should call you Vieya. I ask you again.”
“If you were given one more chance, would you give up the position of Hero, and live quietly with Me somewhere no one would ever come looking?”
“...” Vieya avoided her forceful gaze, saying nothing.
Seeing her silence, Flaviel received the answer she had expected.
“Hu ha ha ha ha...”
“...Ha ha ha.”
The Demon King laughed wildly once more. But this time, there was sorrow in the laughter, along with mockery—mockery of herself for falling in love with someone she never should have, mockery that she, a Demon King meant to bring terror upon the world, had ended up in such a wretched state.
In her beautiful golden pupils, it was as though a red flower of the other shore bloomed. Flaviel was, without doubt, the rightful overlord of demonkind, yet now she looked as pitiful as an abandoned child by the roadside.
“Hero, you are far too cruel to Me.”
Vieya opened her mouth, wanting to say something. But once the words reached her lips, she realized she did not know how to begin.
So it was true—back then, Flaviel had always been the one to take the initiative. Their first times together, all sorts of things, even being the first to confess feelings... Had she always only passively accepted them?
Vieya’s heart felt hollow. She wanted to escape the dream, to drown her body in wine. It seemed only then could she forget these truths she could not face.
Yes.
If only the relationship between the Demon King and the Hero had been as simple as humans claimed—merely one of pure hostility.
A warmth like water surged over her. Vieya suddenly realized her body was being thrown into a wine vat, her consciousness drugged.
The Demon King, crouched alone in the darkness hugging her knees and crying, grew smaller and smaller, shrinking like a yellow apple trapped in endless night.
“No.”
Vieya shook her head, trying to dispel the numbing haze.
“No. This isn’t how it should be!”
She forced her eyes open, and a choking reek of liquor filled her mouth in an instant. Vieya coughed violently. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Which bastard had dunked her in a wine vat? And it had to be the foulest rum!
Crash!
With a loud splash, the vat shattered.
A white-haired loli, drenched in liquor, sat on the gray clay shards at the bottom.
A purple-haired girl came rushing toward her in a panic.
