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

Ssshh!

The holy water dripped onto the Demon King’s body, hissing violently as white smoke spread through the air. The stench made the black cat’s fur stand on end; it instantly tucked its tail and crouched low.

The Spider Demon King had always been a stubborn one—her reaction was fierce. The moment she woke, she glared straight at Vieya.

Those six sesame-sized green eyes burned with murderous hatred, as if she could kill the white-haired girl on sight, wrap her in layer after layer of silk, hang her from the treetop to dry, and take a bite each day to ease her rage.

Yes.

That was the spider tribe’s ritual of vengeance—an honor reserved only for their greatest enemies.

But now—

“Hiss... just kill me!” Jiele Xiyin said in a voice of grim resolve.

Somehow, that sounded familiar.

“This time I can’t grant your wish,” Vieya said after a moment’s thought. “If you want to die so badly, why not do it yourself? Or is it that you actually don’t want to?”

She went on, “I know you’re afraid of death too. You won’t throw your life away until the very last moment, will you? And if that’s the case, then we already have a basis for cooperation. I quite like you, actually.”

Vieya could lie without so much as blinking, her tone easy and natural—almost sincere.

A child might have been fooled by that gentle, calm voice and that face.

But Jiele Xiyin was a Demon King who had lived for centuries, spending many years among humans in their various social strata. She knew every trick of their deceitful minds.

Crouched in her cage, the spider’s hostility didn’t waver. “You stinking white-hair! You may not be human, but you’ve mastered all their filthy cunning!”

She gave a distorted laugh. “No wonder you had a child with one! If only I’d found your daughter first and caught her—then you would be the one hanging helpless in this cage!”

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The slime girl’s face remained blank. She took another sip of holy water, then raised her hand—

Ssshhh!

The spider screamed in agony.

Beside them, Elizabeth looked away, unable to bear watching her future comrade, her potential co-conspirator, her future decoy, being tortured so pitifully. With sudden compassion, she spoke to her,

“Dead spider, stop resisting. Just submit to this vicious white-hair already... otherwise she’ll keep torturing you until you really kill yourself! Once your body and soul both die, even if your memories and knowledge pass on, your level will be halved. You don’t want to start all over again, do you?”

“You spineless traitor! Shame on you, siding with that low-born, mindless slime!” Jiele Xiyin screamed defiantly.

Ssshh!

Her shriek echoed through the great cathedral. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The sacred house of the God of Light had, for a time, become the private torture chamber of a certain white-haired girl.

Elizabeth twitched at the corner of her eye but continued patiently, “At least she isn’t human. Think, spider—would you rather swallow your pride for a moment to gain the chance for revenge, or destroy everything outright, lose your levels, and bury your only opportunity?”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but to Jiele Xiyin it roared like thunder, forcing her to think.

The Demon King’s once-unyielding pride began to deflate.

She realized, bitterly, a terrifying truth. The last time she’d been defeated by this white-hair, her soul had barely been damaged; though her body was destroyed, she could still revive from the world’s roots with her levels intact.

But this time, her opponent held the Holy Sword.

It could destroy not only her body but also her soul.

If that happened, she would be forced to pass on her memories and knowledge to the next inheritor of the Demon King’s title of <Jealousy>.

Even if the next Demon King avenged her, that would not truly be her—merely a successor carrying her memories.

“......”

Jiele Xiyin fell silent. Among demons, submission to the strong was no disgrace.

Most demons lacked human notions of faith or stubborn honor. They followed their desires. When faced with an enemy they couldn’t defeat, they considered ways to survive—submission, offering themselves, whatever it took.

Likewise, when that strong one weakened and lost their power to intimidate, demons would immediately turn on them, fighting to the death to replace them.

That was why, in human eyes, the only way to deal with demons was to kill them outright.

But now—should she submit?

Jiele Xiyin hesitated. She glanced at Vieya, who was calmly eating another piece of wafer, and felt a bitter mix of anger and disbelief.

Never had her Demon King prestige been so thoroughly trampled by this white-haired girl...

Just who is she?

How could a monster girl like her wield the Holy Sword?

“Spider, dignity doesn’t fill your stomach,” Elizabeth said again, sounding like a mother advising her child to study properly.

It was hard to imagine that only fifteen minutes ago she herself had been screaming for her life.

“Then...” Jiele Xiyin looked from Vieya to Elizabeth and asked, “Elizabeth, you’ve already decided to follow this white-hair?”

“......” Elizabeth was silent for a moment, then simply said, “Yes. I’ve acknowledged her as my master.”

“You—you—you shameless fool!” Jiele Xiyin still clung to her fantasy that her comrade hadn’t betrayed her.

“Don’t be stupid,” Elizabeth said softly. “Do you really think you can outplay her? Listen to me—those who recognize the times are the true Demon Kings.”

“I...” Jiele Xiyin’s voice faltered.

Elizabeth pressed on, “Besides, we’re not serving some human man. She’s just a little slime girl. Low-born, sure, but at least she has intelligence. That gives us a better chance to rise again later. This way—we don’t lose.”

“What are you saying!” Jiele Xiyin stammered. “I provoked her so many times, just insulted her again—what if she holds a grudge and sends me to some filthy human den to earn coins for her?”

“Well... maybe you should talk to her about that,” Elizabeth said.

The two Demon Kings’ whispered exchange ended. Vieya licked the crumbs from her fingers and asked, “So? What have you decided? Dignity, or the future?”

“If I choose dignity, does that mean I have no future...” Jiele Xiyin said bitterly. “Fine. I’ll agree to your terms. But you can’t make me do anything indecent to earn money for you.”

“Relax. I haven’t fallen so low that I need you to make me money,” Vieya said. “Since you’ve decided, let’s seal the pact right here—under the God of Light’s watchful eyes.”

“With forty percent of your authority, in exchange for the privilege of serving as my slaves.”

She tilted her head slightly, looking at the two caged Demon Kings, and finally smiled. “No objections, right?”

“None...”

“Good.” Vieya brushed the wafer crumbs from her hands and said softly, “Cat, step back.”

“Meow!”

The black cat affectionately rubbed against the white-haired girl’s ankle, then obediently padded away, hiding behind a pillar and peeking out with a fluffy head.

Spying on you, meow.

“Wait... you’re not using a parchment contract?” Elizabeth suddenly realized.

In a situation where no one trusted anyone else, high-grade parchment contracts were indispensable to ensure agreement.

“No need.”

Vieya brought her hands together in the gesture of the Law-Bound Seal. “I hold the authority of souls. A direct soul contract will suffice.”

Authority Eight: Spirit Lamb—

She whispered,

“Covenant.”

The moment the word left her lips, an invisible force spread through the cathedral. Elizabeth and Jiele Xiyin’s souls quivered, as though they had been lifted from the ground into a star-filled sky.

They gazed in awe—countless stars shimmered, dazzling their senses.

“Don’t resist. Trust me completely. If you don’t, I’ll fail—and you’ll suffer the backlash,” Vieya’s gentle voice echoed.

“Now,” she said, “use your authorities on me. I’ll redistribute them anew.”