Sometimes, Ella felt she was just too selfless, fully embracing the principle of “no sacrifice is too great to accept.”
By maintaining a close relationship with the Saintess of Light, she could indirectly grasp the sole religious authority of the Human Kingdom.
And by seizing that, she could achieve immortal merit and lead the Demon Race to greatness once more.
Reviving the glory of the Demon Race—Ella would not hesitate.
As long as the resurgence of the Demon Race could be realized, even if she had to strip naked and make mochi with the Saintess, she would willingly accept it.
Just as she was thinking this, the big mochi collided.
Puchi –
“Mmhm~”
Leah pressed down, hugging the girl tightly, planting a few kisses before rubbing against her in accordance with procedure, her mood utterly delighted.
“Did you think I’d forgotten about this little compartment?”
She said,
“I originally wanted to get rid of it, but the moment I entered, I remembered that day when, because of a tiny mistake, we ended up sleeping together like that. But you know, from a theoretical perspective, maybe it wasn’t a mistake at all.”
The Saintess demonstrated her logical prowess.
First, as everyone knew, she bore the Blessing of Light, protecting her from all harm.
Yet the Incense slipped past the protection, causing serious consequences. But viewed another way, if it could bypass the protection, perhaps it wasn’t evil, and further still, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing but rather something good.
“Don’t you agree?”
Ella made a noncommittal sound. You’re on top of me, whatever you say is right.
Still, as before—if it would help the Demon Race’s revival, even being pinned and ground beneath someone, she would gladly endure it!
Greatness requires no further words.
A look of helpless euphoria spread across the girl’s face, floating in bliss, as the sensation crested.
“Does it feel good?”
Don’t say things like ‘feels good’—the Demon King is sacrificing for the Demon Race, what’s ‘good’ or ‘not good’ about it?
Even if it feels wonderful, it’s just finding comfort in hardship, absolutely not indulging in pleasure… But wait, who said that?
Ella froze.
It wasn’t Leah. The Saintess’ voice would come from directly above, close, fragrant, carrying a warm, sunlit aura.
Nor was it Yiselis. The Evil God’s voice would pierce straight into the mind, dizzying, with a bone-chilling feeling from the stars.
But this voice—ordinary, girlish, slightly distant, as if transmitted through a thin membrane.
What membrane? Probably the boundary between the Nether Interstice and the world of the living.
Undead!
Ella realized it at once.
She was being hugged warmly and softly by the Saintess from the front—but it felt like something icy and cold was pressed to her back, like a wisp of wind from the River of the Underworld.
An Undead—and the most familiar Undead of all—the assassin girl from the Hero Squad, Zero.
Ella’s eyes truly closed.
How could someone cross the boundary of life and death just to…
“Why are you closing your eyes?” Leah asked, puzzled.
“It’s not like this is the first time, or the second, third, or fourth. Are you shy?”
I beg you, please stop talking…
In that instant, Ella’s mind overflowed with things she wanted to say—like ‘it’s not what it looks like,’ or ‘please stay calm and let me explain,’ or ‘it’s not what you think’—but then another crucial realization hit her—
She couldn’t speak.
Zero couldn’t hear thoughts.
Why…why was she here?!
Zero truly couldn’t hear thoughts, but still chose to speak aloud at that moment.
“I was worried you’d get into trouble at the Church, since you possess such dangerous power. I feared you’d fight with them, so I took this form to help you.”
That was what she said.
It made some sense, and yet none at all.
“Ella, are you fighting with Miss Leah?”
The innocent, pure words of the young Undead girl dangled like a guillotine over Ella’s head, leaving her unsure whether she was alive or dead, her heart suspended in uncertainty.
Is this the end?
Maybe there’s still hope… But in this situation, what hope could there be?
“Ella,”
The Undead girl’s words rang out again.
“Why are you and Miss Leah hugging naked, pressed so close together?”
I don’t know!
Even if I knew how to explain, I couldn’t say it!
Ella struggled inwardly, but in the end, closed her eyes once more.
She didn’t understand.
She couldn’t understand.
She’d already convinced herself—firmly believed the assassin girl was trustworthy.
So why had Zero stealthily come here?
Could it be, as she claimed, out of concern for her safety? Or…had she been tricked?
No, impossible.
How could the clever Demon King be deceived by a foolish girl?
That can’t be true…
“You’re closing your eyes again,” Leah hummed, “then I’ll have to kiss you.”
With that, another sweet kiss descended.
mua~muamuamua~
“Ella, why is Miss Leah kissing you?”
“Why are your bodies squirming together? What are you doing?”
“Why?”
Yes, why indeed.
In that moment, Ella finally surrendered her struggle.
She found the her from a few minutes ago, desperately wondering if there was hope, utterly laughable.
It was as if someone’s head had been chopped off, leaving a sliver of skin attached, and they carried their head to the hospital, asking the doctor, ‘Is there any hope for me?’
What hope could there be?
Give up, stop struggling.
Since things had come to this, to lie flat in surrender with a hint of redemption wasn’t so bad…
“Ella, I’ve noticed Miss Leah only uses her body to squirm around.”
The Undead girl behind her remarked.
“She doesn’t seem to know how to use her hands.”
The body that had just surrendered tensed up again.
Y-you, what are you planning?
“I remember that night, trying it out… Ella seemed very happy.”
What happy! I didn’t say anything back then!
Don’t take the reaction of another mouth as consent… ahh!!
Physically, this was phasing through, causing no real harm.
But in consciousness, Ella truly felt the penetrating sensation, invading her.
Cold as ice, like a spring erupting through the marrow—“Mm, Ella, what’s wrong?”
Leah noticed the girl in her arms trembling, her beautiful ruby eyes rolling upward, her small voice high and sweet, a picture of suppressed rapture.
The Saintess was thoroughly confused.
“Why did you…arrive so soon today?”
Arrive? Go!
Ella had lost all strength to speak, responding only with an uncontrollable eye roll.
Finally, Leah realized something was seriously wrong.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you really going?!”
Don’t ask, aaaaaaaaahhhhh!
Ella soared.
She saw the sky, the drifting clouds, the breathtaking scenery above the stratosphere, then floated past the atmosphere, gazing upon the mysteries of the universe, the stars winking in dazzling beauty.
And then…laughed.
It was the laughter of Yiselis.