I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"okay, thank you."

Frillie was in a good mood. She finally had new clothes after so many years—she hadn’t noticed them before, but now that she thought about it, they seemed pretty good.

[Frilian's affection for you +1]

[Affection Level: 53 (Indifferent)]

"You're welcome."

Fingel grinned. "Look, she's even thanking us!"

But as long as she's happy.

Strictly speaking, elves and demons are somewhat similar; they are mostly as indifferent to emotions as demons! Fingel felt that raising favorability with elves was just as difficult as raising favorability with demons. In comparison, even a calm and intelligent human woman like Flame was much easier.

Fortunately, compared to demons, elves still have a basic sense of good and evil; at most, they are just a bit slow to develop emotions.

For example, some thousand-year-old guy, only after the man who liked him died, suddenly remembered: Ah! So she liked me?

Speaking of which....

Fingel inexplicably thought that if he had maximized Frilline's affection level while he was alive, or even won her over—but ultimately he died of old age.

Will Frilian embark on a journey to the northern land of souls a thousand years from now to find me?

...

Um, probably not.

Who would like a scumbag guy who's always thinking about Naiko? Surely no one actually thinks that a genius mage or a female elf who destroys monsters would like you?

'No way, really?'

That's disgusting (refusing hand)

Fingel suddenly couldn't hold back anymore. He despised himself, and he really thought he was rotten. Did he think that sleeping with a woman would make him noble?

To be honest, when did he and Flamena ever think about clearing his name... but you can't fool yourself!

Oukse will always be Oukse!

With this in mind, he immediately regained his composure and stopped wallowing in self-pity.

He slapped himself, his eyes regaining their resolve... What about human ideals? What about life? I just want to see through it all!

"Yes, as long as I'm still that scoundrel, I'm invincible in my hedonistic lifestyle! That's it, I understand everything now!"

?

What is this person muttering to himself?

Frillie has doubts about you.

[Flattery attempt to generate positive impressions...Installation failed]

[Note: The individuals added to the entry are from races that suppress emotions, similar to the demon race. There are instances where low-level entry implantation may fail.]

"Are you ready to go?"

"Uh... okay, sorry."

Fingel coughed twice, which was good; his mindset had recovered.

After that, he sent the man to the town manor, where the house was big enough for him to live in.

After dealing with the two, he went to settle the score for yesterday's events... The battle between Flame and Aura destroyed many places, and he should offer some help to those people, which would help him gradually take over the town.

The dessert shop owner, in particular, was extremely unlucky; his shop was completely burned down.

It was four or five days later when it was all sorted out. During those days, Fingel went to play with Flame every day, which Flame couldn't stand—she thought this guy was a monster.

In short, life is getting better.

A week later, Fingel got up as usual, massaged Flame's fasting method, and went to eat breakfast.

"This honey milk is really good... Prepare more tomorrow, and also have someone make more cakes."

"Yes."

The maid answered, then suddenly remembered...

"Lord Fingel, the dessert shop owner said that all the tools he uses to make cakes are broken, and it may take a few days."

"...Okay then, that works too."

Fingel was eating when he felt something was off... what exactly was wrong...? Hmm?

These past few days have been so smooth, too smooth, I haven't had any worries at all... something feels off.

"...It seems like I've forgotten something."

Suddenly, a purple memory flooded into his mind, and Fingel's eyes widened immediately.

"puff!"

A mouthful of milk sprayed onto the maid, leaving the girl speechless.

Maid;...

Fingel slapped his forehead hard, suddenly realizing that he had forgotten someone.

How could I forget?

"Aura!"

A whole week later, Fingel finally remembered his 'master' whom he had been licking for a month—Aura!

It had been a week since he left Aura in the castle, and he still remembered how defeated she looked; she must have been devastated.

Demons are animals who suppress all kinds of emotions to the extreme, or even have none at all. They are despicable, shameless, and immoral. Only occasionally do some special individuals appear.

For example, those who enjoy fighting with the strong, those who crave battle, and those who respect the Demon King (most demons have this trait of admiring strength), may even have a slight concept of friendship and occasionally have a good relationship with a few demons.

For example, the Demon King is friends with several powerful demons, and he is somewhat human-like.

As for Aura, he went a step further... he became a pseudo-human.

So, how is she now?

Fingel belatedly realized that he had been having too much fun these past few days and had completely forgotten about Aura, which was a slight miscalculation.

It's all Flame's fault for seducing me with her alluring and depraved body!

"Go and see!"

Fingel hesitated for a moment, but decided to go and see him anyway—lest the guy do something rash and cause trouble for himself.

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Author's Note: There will be an update around midnight tonight, brothers... Sorry, because it's a new book, I have to hold back on the click rankings on Monday. Sigh, the big shots are so strong, I'm getting ripped off.

It actually exploded before?! Reposting! .jpg

By the way, I really love Asanagi-sensei's art style.

Chapter 44: Showdown

...

Orson Family Castle

The gray brick staircase spiraled upwards, the edges of the stone steps worn smooth by time. Torches flickered in iron lampstands, casting shadows on the mottled walls. On the second floor, Fingel received a somewhat unexpected answer from the maid.

"Um...you mean she hasn't come out for a long time?" Faced with the maid's answer, Fingel scratched his face...Is she dead inside?

"Yes, Lord Fingel."

What is she doing?

Fingel pointed to the tightly closed door, a carved wooden door with a deer head specimen hanging on the wall beside it. The candlelight in the corridor flickered, dividing the shadows into several parts of different sizes.

"I don't know---we always leave the food at the door and wait for Awula to go and get it himself."

"..."

Not pooping... um, do demons need to? It seems like they really don't?

Wouldn't that be very clean?

"So there's such a structure? The demons are truly amazing."

Fingel gasped. He'd been inhaling too much cold air these past few days, and he felt like his brain was acting strangely. It hadn't automatically connected to Douyin, had it? Damn it.

That's the legendary firmness...

"I'm so... so tempted!"

A light suddenly flashed in his eyes; to be honest, he was really tempted... Should he go ask him? I'm so damn curious.

Will I get killed if I ask this question? Maybe I should stake out the place later?

The maid Sasha has some doubts about you.

[Entry generated... Level 2 entry: Nighttime desires become stronger]

[Entry successfully implanted]

Maid's Affection Level: 250 (Respected)

?

Fingel paused, staring at the woman for a long time... Hmm, average looks, never mind.

"You may leave... I will go see Awula myself."

After driving the maid away, Fingel tried knocking on the wooden door, which made a much heavier sound than modern doors.

Peng Peng!

no response?

Fingel tilted his head and licked his cheek with his tongue. "Is he going to die? That wouldn't be such a shame, I haven't... right?"

......

"Lord Aura?"

"hello?"

"Mosimoxi?"

"I am you—the loyal Fingel!"

After knocking for ages, Fingel finally gave me a tactical black face... Damn, you think you can get away with this?

"Lord Aura!"

He called out for a long time, but no one answered—he didn't hesitate any longer and pushed the door open.

"Then shall I come in? Lord Aura."

Creak------

The heavy door was pushed open, revealing a dozen or so puppet soldiers standing silently in the room. And where was Aura?

Ah, she leaned against the burning fireplace, her figure obscured by metal armor, only a long leg clad in stockings could be seen swaying precariously at the edge.

'Hmm...have these stockings been washed?'

Fingel fell silent. Could it be that he hadn't washed himself after licking himself...? He'd ask the maid later; it probably wouldn't happen.

Ah, that doesn't seem to be the main point.

"Lord Aura, what are you doing?" Fingel raised an eyebrow. "The maid said you've been staying in your room and haven't come out."

...

?

After a long while, the old man finally spoke.

"Fingal... Hmph." Aura, hiding behind the puppet, raised her voice a few decibels, but then immediately lowered it again. Her tone was as cold as the snow in Antarctica, and you could tell she was in a bad mood.

"What are you doing back here? Are you here to mock me? You traitor."

Aura has become suspicious of your actions.