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

Dawn.

No. 66, Nix Avenue.

In the vast three-story residence, only the main bedroom on the first floor had its lights on. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Vieya found a letter Helcat had left for her under the door crack. The cat-girl claimed it was not that she could not defeat the Hero, but that she had refrained from using certain special attacks out of regard for her.

Helcat had also received an urgent message from one of her pets stationed outside the city.

The gist °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° was this: ever since the demons lost the Demon King, the remaining six Demon Kings had each claimed their own territories and fallen into endless infighting. The designated successor left behind by the Demon King, because of incomplete authority, was unable to command allegiance...

For these reasons, the demon race was now beset with internal and external troubles, tottering on the brink. The entire race might soon dissolve and return to the savage age that existed before the Demon King’s unification.

“The Savage Era...”

Vieya recalled flipping through the continental histories in the Tower of Erudition, where that era was described.

The very first line of that description read:

The origin of humans and monsters can no longer be traced.

From the very first human records, monsters already existed. Pure-blooded monsters could be born from mountains, rivers, stones, waters, birds, beasts, insects, fish, the natural spirits of all things, the seven emotions and six desires, and even from human creations such as blades, spears, swords, and halberds...

According to certain human scholars who had dissected and analyzed the “mystery” of this land, it was surmised that the most secretive Demon King thrones of the demon world might arise from some primordial sources of the world itself.

Just like how human Heroes received blessings from unknown existences... unknown existences that people usually called gods.

From what Vieya knew, the churches and sects in this world merely borrowed the name of “god” to gather believers, using offerings of faith and donations to draw forth so-called miracles.

But such miracles were insignificant compared to the power that Heroes received.

The continental histories recorded much.

Back then, Vieya had memorized those dense writings mainly because, at the end of the tome, there was mention of the existence of monster girls.

Monster girls, those half-human, half-monster beings, possessed the diverse forms of pure-blood monsters while also bearing partial human traits... yet, unfortunately, they were shunned by both monsters and humans alike.

Among intelligent demons, monster girls were kept as laborers. In human society, they usually existed as owned property.

In both monster and human societies, their status was abysmally low.

Though now things were somewhat better—thanks to the deeds Vieya had done during her Hero days.

“Heh-heh...”

Vieya suddenly let out two foolish laughs, remembering the time she and her wife stayed up all night together in a tent drafting the “Endangered Monster Girl Protection Code.” That joy, that sense of meaning.

Back then, she truly believed her purpose here was for such beautiful things.

With her beloved by her side for support, Vieya felt boundless drive and energy in everything she did.

Unlike now.

Hah, naïve.

Others liked you only to better understand the enemy and strike all the more precisely. Why did you take it seriously?

And the strike had been devastatingly effective.

“Sigh...”

At the brown long table, Vieya propped her chin with one hand while she fed the thin white letter into the flame with the other, destroying it without a trace.

Her little disciple had said she would take her to the Tribunal tomorrow, just for a formality. But that only held true so long as there was no flaw in Vieya’s assumed identity.

Otherwise, not only would she herself be cast into the monster-girl prison to await some noble who would claim her as a slave, but Lord Weir’s entire family—who had helped construct her identity—would be dragged down with her.

“Tch.” Vieya leaned her chin on her hand, watching the letter burn as she sighed faintly: “All your fault, you damned cat. You really are killing me.”

Ash from the burned letter scattered across the table as the first rays of morning sunlight fell upon it, a thin wisp of smoke rising.

Outside the window. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Daybreak.