The joys and sorrows between people are not interchangeable, and the same goes for demon girls and demon girls…
Vyea didn’t worry like some catgirl did, about being exposed and unable to survive in human cities, forced to return to the wild as a primitive.
She was not a simple-minded catgirl who cared only about herself.
Herkate only needed to meow, but Vyea had much more on her mind.
This time, having inadvertently used a super-tier power, she was destined to never live a life on her own terms again.
With her understanding of the few arbiters in the Capital and the procedures for finding Wild Heroes, tomorrow there would be a detective as brilliant as Holmes coming to this border city to investigate.
“…”
Vyea was speechless.
A lead detective from the Capital coming to a city where deaths piled up every year and monster attacks on the city went unreported?
They were not here to find the source of this incident, nor were they worried about Demon King-level forces appearing in a border city and causing total destruction.
They simply wanted to find the bearer of the Hero’s Mark and recruit them.
Too complicated.
Just thinking about it made Vyea laugh.
Her own path to becoming a Hero seemed to have started in a similar way.
But now, Vyea absolutely did not want to go through it a second time!
“Even the Journey to the West wasn’t done twice!” Vyea huffed indignantly.
Journey to the West?
The catgirl was confused.
Too bad Vyea hadn’t answered the last question yet, and now she didn’t dare ask.
Would they come at her with force?
The risk was too high, what if their ultimate skill could be unleashed twice?
Most importantly, she really didn’t want to make an enemy of her only remaining human friend.
For Herkate, Demon King City was far less fun than here.
Actually.
Most intelligent demons struggled to fit into human cities; even if they forced themselves in, they would only reveal countless flaws.
For example: a certain demon man was caught and imprisoned after kidnapping a renowned Academic Tower scholar to grant his dog eternal life.
Or, a Minotaur Demon disguised as a demon girl stole an unattended Balloon Boat, intending to crash it with bombs into the Demon-Hunting Order Headquarters, but discovered a human baby onboard and was arrested while returning the child.
Alas!
The examples were countless.
Only Herkate was different. She was often called a dumb cat by someone, but she was still far better than most demons.
At the very least, she knew what should be done and what should not.
In learning and progress, Herkate was no weaker than anyone else.
“Hey, hey!”
Ignored, Herkate puffed up her cheeks and poked Vyea’s white-haired head with the tip of her tail, only to receive an eye-roll in response before finally speaking up:
“Did I cause you trouble?”
You do realize it, huh.
Vyea thought, looking up at Herkate, whose timid tone didn’t match her natural expression.
“…”
Fine, I was just imagining things.
Better to think about how to deal with the meatball monster in front of her.
Should they destroy it, release it, or wait for professionals?
“Forget it. Since that kind of power has already been broadcast to the world.” Vyea raised her gaze to the eyeball-covered meatball, her tone tinged with helplessness:
“Let’s just finish it all at once.” So it won’t cause trouble for my apprentice later.
Under her beautiful gaze, the meatball that had strolled through the Hellcat’s stomach without being digested started to tremble.
Like a lamb caught in the sights of its natural enemy.
The next moment, Vyea parted her red lips slightly and whispered:
“Cleansing.”
Herkate strained her eyes open, and the stubborn meatball vanished into thin air, along with that ominous aura, leaving no trace.
As if the Administrator had deleted it from this world with one click.
“What is…” What power was that?
Herkate was very curious and wanted to ask, but suddenly didn’t dare.
In her understanding, the stronger the Hero among humans, the better they guarded their authority’s secrets.
She recalled the power of the former First Brave.
On the day of the final battle between Hero and Demon King, she had thrown a dagger at the Hero from eight thousand meters away.
Then she slipped away.
Afterwards, the aftermath of that terrifying battle destroyed half the Monster Forest.
Years later, Herkate was still proud of her decision back then.
“That’s the power of a Hero.”
Vyea explained proactively. “The Demon King has their own exclusive authority, and naturally, so do Heroes. But most Heroes only gain powers used for support, so they fall short compared to the Demon King.”
“Hero?” Herkate’s tail rose like a radar sensing danger. “You’re one of the few who can use it offensively?”
“No.” Vyea shook her head, smiling as she pinched her thumb and forefinger together:
“And I’m one step above the Demon King…”
“Your authority can both attack and support?” Herkate suddenly understood.
“No.”
Vyea shook her head again, seeming to pity Herkate’s ignorance while also mocking herself, and then laid it all out:
“I have twelve authorities. I can do almost anything.”
“W-what!”
Herkate was dumbfounded.
“Don’t just stare, take me back first.”
Vyea leaned against the corner wall and slowly sat down. Though she looked like a young little girl, she now showed an exhausted weariness.
“Y-you, what’s wrong?”
Herkate was startled by the sudden weakness of the little girl. She had been scared too many times today and was borderline neurotic.
“Should we take you to a doctor? Or get a doctor here?”
“My stomach hurts.” Vyea pursed her lips.
“And also, I want to drink.”
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