Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 47 Artistic Fight
Do ordinary curses really have any meaning to the "Brave Man" and the "Sword Master"?
Rose looked at the sword in her hand. Of course, she could detect the subtle difference between the two swords, just as Moher had said. Giving either sword to the two men probably wouldn't make any difference.

but……

What if?
After Rose left with the sword, Moher began to change his clothes, and at this time, Lisiduo ran over.

"Lisiduowei, even if you were created for killing, you have been a high-ranking demon for many years, and you are also the Blood Queen among humans. It is not polite to suddenly barge into someone else's room. What do you think?"

"Sorry, Lord Demon King." Although she said this, it seemed that she had no intention of leaving the room. Mo He was changing his clothes on his own.

She changed into the maid outfit she wore when she worked in the tavern. As she said, she quite liked this outfit.

The girl couldn't help but sigh. As she put on her clothes, she asked, "So, you came to me so excitedly, what do you want to say?"

"It's obvious that there's no point in doing these things, so why do you do them?"

"Eh~" Mo He's eyes flashed with curiosity. "If you really think these things are meaningless, why come to me? Isn't it better to let things develop as they are?"

Lisiduowei was a little pstd about Mo He's smile. She was not afraid of the devil crying, but she was afraid of the devil laughing...

She tried to calm herself down a bit. "A curse of that magnitude wouldn't be affected if two people resisted it. If someone were to become a demon, it would be because they actively embraced the curse and wanted to become a demon... So what if Rose gave those two swords?"

"Are you concerned about Dora or Rose? If you were concerned about Dora, you should be looking for Rose. So, are you concerned about Rose? Do you two have a good relationship? I don't have any relevant memories in my mind."

In Moher's memory, the relationship between Lisiduowei and Rose... not to say it was bad, but it was definitely not friendly.

Thinking of this, Mo He suddenly made an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Ah! I know! You are jealous!"

"What did you say!"

"Blame me, Lisiduowei, it's my fault." Moher actually apologized to the girl. "I asked Rose to make a choice so that she could clearly understand her own heart. I overlooked a fact that I knew all along... You like Duoluo. If Rose discovers her feelings for Duoluo because of this, you will have another rival in love, which would probably be a very bad thing for you."

Li Siduowei wanted to say that this was not the case.

But she had no way to refute it, she was not sure whether she really had such thoughts.

Mo He suddenly changed the subject: "The Brave One is truly enviable. You always have this kind of charm no matter what the time. Perhaps it would be a good thing for you two to compete with each other? If you can form a healthy competition, it should be enough to flatter Dora and make him fall. This is a very good result. So I won't change my approach."

She had already put on her maid outfit and was looking at herself in the floor-length mirror, striking two cute poses. "I'm cute too! Do you think it's possible that Dora will fall in love with me?"

"what?"

Moher glanced down slightly, then glanced at Lisiduowei. "It seems unlikely. After all, when it comes to female symbols, you and Rose are both too prominent. And I'm just a poor girl. You have to know that humans, as creatures, have been interested in these things since they were created. Cute ones only inspire people's desire to protect them. People with curvy figures like you will inspire more primitive instincts."

I don't understand at all. I have absolutely no idea what this Demon King is talking about.

Lisiduo was deeply aware of the distance between herself and the Demon King.

The fear she had harbored towards the Demon King since her birth prevented her from truly looking him in the eye, nor from truly understanding him.

As a subordinate, this was probably a failure.

"Lisiduowei, let's go, let's go cheer those two up~"

Mohe showed a lovely smile. Every time at this time, Lisiduowei would always vaguely think that the person in front of her was really an ordinary human little girl, petite and cute.

But beneath this smile lies an extremely deep darkness.

What should I do?

……

Let the sword speak.

Whether it was the Sword Master or the Hero, both were incredibly powerful. If they truly unleashed a fierce battle, Whitebrook Town would be reduced to ruins, and everyone would die—Moher's estate, no matter how large, wouldn't be able to withstand such an attack. She would be deeply distressed.

Of course, it is not the wish of these two people to fight simply with strength.

This will be a duel of pure swordsmanship. Both will suppress their own strength and fight with their own understanding of the sword... just like when Godora took away Xion's "Name of A".

As she held the sword in her hand, A-Xion felt her heartbeat. The sword hummed softly, resonating with the pulse of her body. She couldn't help but recall the time when she and Godora fought each other. She always recalled those times full of laughter.

That was a time she once had but never seemed to cherish. If she could turn back time, she would definitely... Duo Luo drew his sword first.

He made a sword flower in his hand, and the reflection of the long sword made the scene look somewhat gorgeous.

Xion knew that in a second, Dora's sword would stab out, probably around his abdomen, which was his habit with the sword.

Then, the sword in her hand began to leap, and she stepped forward, drawing an arc with her sword, just deflecting Duo Luo's sword to the left. However, this seemed to be within Duo Luo's expectations. His sword drew a circle, and Xion's sword followed closely behind like a leech.

The two swords were stuck together as if they were magnets, and their figures and steps kept intertwining, constantly changing in an extremely short distance.

"It's just like dancing!" Mohe couldn't help but sigh.

She was considered a master of swordsmanship, and seeing the scene before her, she couldn't help but applaud. The swordplay exchange between the Sword Saint and the Hero was truly worthy of their titles. Amidst the sharp sword light, it resembled the most proud dance of the human nobles, passionate and fervent, dependent and separated.

Sometimes they are like affectionate lovers, sometimes they are like hating enemies.

The artistry is evident in the battle at this moment.

If we want to objectively evaluate the battle at this moment, we can tell from the expressions of Rose and Lisiduowei, who look like they have eaten x but cannot help but worry.

This was a very dangerous battle, but the high level of the two made the battle at this moment look full of artistic confrontation.

It's certainly a good show.

but……

"What a disappointment!"

Moh expressed such emotion.

Her behavior is contradictory.

One moment she was cheering for their fight, and the next she was saying, "What a disappointment!" If she weren't a demon king, no one would have thought much of her words, only thinking she was a lunatic. She was saying something nonsensical.

However, those present, even those fighting, probably understood the Demon King's significance.

Because it makes the battle look like a dance - more like a performance than a "fight".

It's a refined display of "technique," not an ugly, unscrupulous fight to completely defeat the opponent.

Mo He turned his head and said to the two women, "When he dismembered me, he didn't fight like this. Back then, his sword was unsystematic, yet incredibly sharp and terrifying. Even I shudder when I recall it now. I thought I could see that sword again. It turns out that old feelings still exist!"

When she said this, the two women had to look away from the duel and rolled their eyes at Moh.

Moh spread his hands and shrugged, indicating that he had no other intentions and was simply making an evaluation.

The dance-like clash of swordsmanship lasted for about two or three minutes.

Then, Dora and A. Sion retreated and separated at the same time.

"Haven't you made any progress in all these years?"

Dora stared at A. Sion: "If your sword remains like this, you will lose to me."

"Why don't you use the sword that killed the Demon King?"

A. Sion stared at Dora intently. She knew something about what had happened. She knew clearly that during the battle with the Demon King, the hero A. Godora had entered a new realm. By the end of the battle, he had surpassed the realm of what a "human" should be. It was precisely because of this that he had instilled fear in the world. With almost all of his teammates "depleted", at the end of the battle...

She wondered countless times why she hadn't participated in that final battle. Why hadn't she witnessed A. Godola's final transformation? If she had seen that scene, would she have felt the same way as those girls? Would she have been able to let go of the emotions in her heart, like Shadi had?

But she had never seen it, she had only heard some things... She had no fear of this man in her heart. Whenever she mentioned this man, she would only recall the sweet memories between them in the past... As time went by, these memories not only did not become blurred, but became clearer and more beautiful.

She had escaped from A. Godora before, and she reflected on it carefully. At that time, she could not accept that her Godora had become so decadent.

But she should accept it.

She should face it.

(End of this chapter)