NOVEL The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil Chapter 59: If I Study Poorly, How Can That Be My Fault?!

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

Chapter 59: If I Study Poorly, How Can That Be My Fault?!
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“Cat-sis, are you saying... my mom ate my dad?”

Before the iron bars, the black-robed little girl’s expression flickered and shifted. Her voice grew smaller as she hugged her knees and slowly squatted down:

“How could Mom do that... she is too bad...”

“If a Demon King were not bad, could she even be called a Demon King? Meow~”

Bored, the black cat raised the mood for gossip. “Back then, your mom strode over all realms, looked down upon the world, and went door to door beating up the other Demon Kings one after another, uniting the entire demon race. What a pity. Later, when your mom was preparing to make a move against humanity, somehow she ended up tangled with that annoying dad of yours...”

“A once-in-an-era peak Demon King, yet she fell to such an end... sigh~ sigh~”

The black cat sighed repeatedly, but her [N O V E L I G H T] eyes were curved into smiling slits, exactly like someone enjoying a spectacle.

“......”

The black-robed little girl said nothing, did not ask why her mom would eat her dad, only hugged her knees in silence, clearly in low spirits.

At the same time, though, a faint fear toward that mother she had never met sprouted in her heart.

The world of monsters was cruel. Cannibalizing one’s own kind was common. To swallow one’s lover whole and still maintain refinement—this was like the mantis that must devour its mate in order to reproduce...

She vaguely remembered, the first time she saw such a story was in a children’s book.

At that time, she had felt sorrow and fear at the cruelty among demons.

“My future... where will it lead?”

The black-clad girl raised her head in confusion. The black cat yawned. Dawn had broken, light piercing the dark clouds—yet she felt that her half-human, half-demon life was only just beginning.

...

Unlike the heavy mood over with the black cat, the air around Vieya was much livelier.

The strongest human Hero in history—most of the time, she carried a calm, unhurried air, as if beneath this sky nothing could disturb her heart.

So when Vieya told lies, not even her face turned red.

Every competent Hero held multiple roles, like a brick, moved wherever needed.

The pilgrimage Hero was such a brick among the elders, bearing too many merits, and so could receive certain privileges from the Royal Capital. Unlike the Heroes guarding the four great frontiers, pilgrimage Heroes were directly under the Capital, allowed to wander everywhere, and when encountering matters beyond their power, they could directly report to the Capital.

Vieya was not a pilgrimage Hero, nor had she ever been granted such honors.

Once, the title of First Hero was enough for Vieya to declare, “I do not eat beef,” without needing any more flashy names.

That token?

It was nothing but Xiao Lü’s “body” disguised.

Vieya had seen real tokens before—they were gem-like.

But a mere night watchman captain would never have seen one, and as for that traitor golden-haired Hero, even if she had seen one before, who could say she could tell a fake from the real... every pilgrimage Hero’s gem token was different. Who could easily judge true or false?

Besides, that golden-haired Hero had defected for years.

Could her intellect recognize it?

With a glass bottle filled with some random liquid shoved at her, if told “this is Obedience Water,” she would cry in fright—such a fool of a Hero.

Vieya mentally spread her hands, utterly unconcerned.

A casual lie was enough—who would bother to play seriously with you.

After extracting information from Tian Qi, they went their separate ways.

Vieya continued deeper into the sewers. Tian Qi returned to the surface to report and request support.

She did not need support—but she did need someone to clean up the aftermath.

“Anna, I understand your loyalty, but could I trouble you to guide me a bit?”

Vieya gently unfastened the chain from her neck, smiling sweetly.

“After all, we were once colleagues—why not make things easier for each other?”

“...I will not guide you. Little White-Hair, you had better chain me back up.” Anna was impenetrable, half crouched like a faithful saint. “I will not betray my comrades.”

“Then what if I return your staff?” Vieya kept smiling. A Hero like her, Vieya could defeat ten with one hand. Returning the staff was no issue. Even if she tried to backstab, it was only a bit more hassle to subdue her with one hand.

Anna shook her head, eyes gloomy. “You already stripped off the amplification crystal from my staff. What use do I have for it? Besides, once this is over I can claim reimbursement from the organization and get a new one.”

“Then should I reimburse you in advance?” When soft failed, Vieya turned hard.

“I would welcome it.” Anna lifted her neck, closed her eyes, revealing her pale throat. “Kill me. At least my faith will not be defiled.”

“Hehehe...”

Vieya leaned slightly, patting her cheek, producing piapiapia sounds, and whispered in a devil’s voice by her ear:

“Then I will sell you to the black market. You know well—humans would not mind turning a traitor Hero into a plush doll. Sealing your type of authority is easier than sealing body-enhancement authority. Hehe. Besides, with your looks you would fetch a high price.”

Anna trembled all over, eyes snapping open, her beautiful blue eyes misting with tears. Her voice shook:

“You damned devil, I will never yield... if you do not kill me now, one day I will surely take revenge! The ‘Lord of Resurrection’ will punish you too!”

“Utterly lacking self-awareness.”

Vieya straightened up, looking at Anna—wanting to cry but not daring to, leaving her troubled.

“If you truly were an unforgivable cultist, it would be simpler... heh. A Hero reduced to being a lackey of a heretical god, how laughable.”

“Being a lackey of a heretical god is still better than being a lackey of humanity...” Anna did not dare meet Vieya’s eyes, only lowered her head, muttering softly.

Vieya looked at Anna deeply, then spoke no more to her. She turned instead to Xiao Lü: “Xiao Lü, can you find me the sewer map of Deerhorn City?”

“I can. But I doubt you can read it...” Xiao Lü nodded, summoning a stream of data. “Do not look at me—I cannot read human blueprints either.”

“Does this blueprint not have layers?” Vieya frowned.

“Layers?” Xiao Lü blinked. “Sorry, I do not do design.”

“Then what about numbering? What do these lines stand for? These pipes and rectangles...” Vieya’s head began to ache. If her Hero Squad were here, these problems would not be problems.

“Forget it, forget it. I do not want to study this stuff.”

Damn it! It is all because this slime-girl body’s learning ability is too poor—not because I am stupid.

Vieya consoled herself as she took a deep breath, then looked again at the unyielding Anna, her tone softened: freewebnσvel.cѳm

“If I joined your side, would you take me to see your altar?”

“Do you think I am an idiot?” Anna glared. “Just now you drugged me, chained me, punched me, threatened to sell me to the black market as a plush doll—and now you say you want to join us? Do you think I am a brainless monster?”

“......”

Vieya kept her stiff smile in place, sincerely asking:

“If I apologize, will you feel better?”

“I feel even worse now!!!”

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