I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"We surrender! We surrender!"

"We surrender! Don't let the monsters kill us!"

Fingel simply observed the scene silently, saying nothing—he merely glanced at Aura and nodded.

"Tch...what's with the show-off?"

Aura turned his head away, thinking that this guy was really good at pretending.

[Aura's favorability +5]

"Kill them."

Aura gave the order.

The next second, the monsters surged forward like a tsunami, followed by the cavalrymen's wailing of death and fear.

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Chapter Seventy: Oh, Negai

(Ahem... I accidentally pasted an old text in the wrong place while editing yesterday. Sorry, it's been corrected.)

The setting sun was stained crimson with blood, and crows and vultures circled in the sky, awaiting the feast that followed.

After killing most of the invaders, Fingel ordered the townspeople to tie up the incapacitated cavalrymen—most of them wept bitterly, begging for mercy with faces full of fear, while a few remained silent with grim faces.

The ground was littered with corpses. At least forty or fifty local adult men had been killed. The town was small to begin with, and it was foreseeable that every household would be hanging white cloths afterward. This made the people's eyes burn with rage. If it weren't for Fingel's orders, they would have torn the people to pieces long ago.

Fingel smacked his lips, licking the blood off his face. Damn, it actually tastes pretty good?

At this moment, his face was covered with a few bluish-red scales resembling fish scales, and his eyes had completely turned into vertical pupils... The bloodline was increasingly corroding him, and his desires were becoming more and more restless.

For example, right now, Fingel really wants to have sex.

Suppressing his discomfort, Fingel approached the prisoners who were pinned to the ground and asked one of the dark-faced boys a question.

"...Where are you from?"

The boy had an ordinary appearance, but judging from his armor, he was probably no ordinary person.

"...I won't tell you! He actually killed my father!" He glared fiercely at Fingel, his eyes seeming to want to devour him.

?

"Who's your father? Ah... I know."

Fingel was taken aback, then his expression brightened. "Ah, it's you!"

He killed one of the leaders, and it goes without saying whose son he was.

What, a father and son going into battle together, and then accidentally achieving the feat of wiping out an entire family? That's amazing.

"That's good. Did you say thank you?" Fingel sneered twice, then slapped the boy across the face—the slap was so hard that the boy felt his teeth loosen.

"Ugh... damned bastard! Colluding with demons, don't you feel ashamed?"

The boy then looked at the female demon holding the strange scales, his eyes filled with hatred. These monsters with human faces and beastly hearts!

shame?

Fingel was taken aback. You've already killed me in the face, and you call that despicable? But...theoretically speaking, am I...a traitor?

He shook his head and gave up on the idea... Bullshit, I'm just using the demons to my advantage!

Besides, who is Aura? Does he really think he's the master?

"Okay, okay, shame on you."

He spread his hands, making the boy's teeth itch with anger.

What's even more baffling is Awula, who thinks, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Ha, what are you saying?"

Upon hearing this, Aura's eyelashes trembled slightly. She turned her head in confusion, her right eyebrow lowered, as she looked at the boy who was glaring fiercely at her.

She walked over gracefully, unconsciously swaying her slender waist, which stunned the few townspeople who were still immersed in grief. What noble beauty? Does the noble eat so well?

"It was Fingel who killed your father, wasn't it? How dare you blame me? Are all human men this unreasonable?"

Aura looked down at the boy, her unsettling eyes narrowing slightly. She lazily raised her chin, a mocking smile curving her lips.

"Besides, so what if he's dead? It's not like I killed your father. At worst, you can just find a human couple and have a few kids."

"To hell with the demons!"

"Go to hell!"

Ah, awesome.

Fingel silently turned his head away. "You're making us look mean. It's not right."

[He's so ugly... Does this kind of guy even deserve to be my puppet? Wait... since when did my standard for servants become whether they're good-looking?]

"Forget it...who cares about you anyway."

Aura ignored him and stepped forward as the boy struggled—initially intending to stomp on his face, but then remembered the existence of beasts like Fingel.

She silently withdrew her foot, afraid of being licked.

[A human male... he wouldn't lick my boots, would he, like Fingel?]

Fingel; ?

Hey, hey, hey, why do you slander others anytime, anywhere?

Are the stereotypes about me really that outrageous? Even I wouldn't lick boots, okay? I was clearly licking my calves.

Forget it.

"Alright, stop wasting your breath on him, Lord Aura."

Fingel felt impatient... He touched his fingernails, which were getting longer and longer, and wondered if he should pluck the scales off his face.

Thinking about this, he felt a little irritated. He needed to deal with the problem of his bloodline as soon as possible, and he also needed to find other ways to vent his frustration after Flame left.

He glanced at Aura's face... Aura's face was so beautiful, her little mouth so soft. Even the most sharp-tongued person's mouth must be warm, right? And her tongue must be soft too, right? If she were blocked, she could only whimper and resist without shedding a tear, right? Ah, just thinking about it was so wonderful. The image of that usually arrogant female demon forced to kneel on the ground and serve me... Aura was truly amazing!

He missed that gentle, soft feeling. Perhaps the senses were secondary, but the sense of conquest he felt watching a beautiful girl like Aura crawling on the ground enduring pain was something that could excite anyone.

Awula; ? ? ?

She suddenly felt a chill and instinctively covered her chest with her hands. Aura looked around suspiciously, wondering where the sense of danger came from.

Fingel silently withdrew his gaze. Are all female bodies this sensitive?

Then he looked at the people on the ground. His tone gradually turned cold.

"If you don't control him, I'll kill him—and you lot, do you want to die or what?"

Fingel looked at the people kneeling on the ground... He planned to keep two to extract information, and give the rest to Aura to control, or kill them.

"We absolutely will not...!!"

The count's son gritted his teeth in hatred, looking like he wanted to devour Fingel—but before he could finish speaking, two of the other kneeling invaders shamelessly begged for mercy.

"Have mercy, my lord!"

"Spare me! I'm willing to surrender!"

"I can take you to Granat Territory and get rid of the guards for you! Let us go!!"

???

The count's son was stunned upon hearing this, then filled with shame and anger... He spat at his former father's subordinate and began to curse.

"You traitors! Traitors! You actually betrayed my father! Where is your dignity?"

"Stop arguing, young master! Do you think this is the past? You're just a prisoner like us now!"

"Traitor! Traitor! Villain! I killed him..."

"Go to hell! Go to hell!!"

...

"Is that so? Then I understand---Awula, you can take control of them all except for these two."

Fingel spoke calmly, but in reality, he was being manipulated by Aura, a fate far more terrifying than death.

He wasn't surprised at all by the current dog-eat-dog situation.

With the power of life and death in their hands, as long as they can live, have a hot meal, and have a glimmer of hope, most people with weak faith or no faith will not dare to resist. They will do anything to survive, even if it means becoming a beast driven only by instinct.

...

Aura has doubts about you.

[Generates...low-level favorability keywords...]

Implantation successful.

[Aura's Favorability: 293]

"Huh? What gives you the right to order me around? You're getting more and more audacious..."

Aura glared at Fingel with displeasure, then, still annoyed, prepared to take control of the others.

[It's something I was supposed to do anyway, but Fingel always acts like he's ordering me around... It's really annoying.]

However, these humans are quite strong; they can help replenish our recent energy reserves.

She took out her scales—the scales that symbolized enslavement. When the magical levels of both sides were weighed on the scales, the weaker would submit to the will of the stronger and dedicate their lives to it. Even in death, their souls would be bound by pain until their bodies decayed and even their armor rotted away before they could be freed.

'control?'

Several of the count's sons, who had been silent and even cursing, suddenly became terrified upon hearing this... Wait, control?

Their eyes suddenly widened in terror... Wait, wait, wait! Control? In an instant, they thought of the various legends circulating in taverns, where terrifying demons made pacts with greedy humans, and in the end, even their souls could not be contained by the goddess, but were forever roasted on flames by the demons, suffering eternal agony.

"What...what do you want? Get out of my way!"

"I don't want to... I don't want to... I don't want to be controlled by someone like you! Die! Demon!"

"I surrender! I surrender!"

"Shut up! We're not going to surrender!"

"You shut up!"

"Kill us if you dare!"

They cursed and begged for mercy, but nothing could affect Aura's mood—she was just like a farmer harvesting crops, mercilessly reaping the life of the leeks.

Her gaze remained calm as she controlled herself time and again—and then she saw the people shut their mouths and stand stiffly in place, unable to utter a word, even if their eyes were filled with fear and anger.

They have been brought under control.

They were controlled like this, and were killed by their own physiological reactions.

"Alright~ Mission accomplished~"

"We've collected a lot again this time."

Aura yawned, stretched, her right hand clasped her left wrist, and her already ample breasts bulged out of her low-cut dress like basketballs, swaying powerfully like the first milk of the morning, making Fingel subconsciously swallow.

"Lord Aura, could you please do me a favor?"

Fingel preached unconsciously.

Aura has some doubts about you.

[Keywords for increasing favorability...]

Implantation failed.

"What do you want to do?"

Aura glanced at Fingel, feeling that this guy wasn't up to anything... His eyes were a little scary.

"Yes I do."

sodayo

Instant answer.