Chapter 112: The One Who Curses Digs Two Graves (8)


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    This is the first time since the Walpurgis Night that I’m meeting the other Demon Lords like this.


    Come to think of it, it’s been about half a year since the hearing. At the time, I was participating in the position of the used. Paimon tried to hold me ountable for killing Rank 72 Andromalius……. Now the situation has been turned around. It’s my turn to hold Paimon ountable for her crimes. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of irony from this. This is probably just how life is.


    In the center point of all our armies, a silk tent was set upyer uponyer. Attractive youths from both genders were naked and waiting to receive guests. They were a treat for the eyes.


    Barbatos observed one of the women’s bodies―as you know, she’s a lesbian―and hummed happily to herself.


    “Hmm. I thought this would be a simple gathering, but they’re going all out.”


    There was arge assortment of races. Subi and incubi are indispensable for these sorts of things, so they were naturally present. However, even the tiger people and cat people who are traditionally respected for their high standings in demon society were also present. If I were topare this to India’s caste system, I guess they’re simr to Brahmins.


    “We will guide you.”


    Once we reached the entrance, 6 young girls prostrated before us. White butts glistened in the sun. The fact that young women were assigned to us was most likely to amodate Barbatos’ preference. In any case, Barbatos seemed incredibly pleased.


    “Old man Marbas definitely knows how to treat his guests.”


    “Kuh. Isn’t this too extravagant?”


    2 girls were assigned to me as well. They removed my clothes while checking for weapons and rubbed herbs on my body. They then dressed me in a toga-like cloth normally seen in Ancient Greece. It was an attire that clearly revealed your chest and thighs.


    The attractive people that I wouldn’t even dream of treating me nicely in the past were attending to me with the utmost care. The social position above the clouds that treated this treatment as something natural was obviously the Demon Lords. ……This is probably why that Andromalius guy became so arrogant.


    “What? Do you not like luxurious things?”


    Barbatosmented. She was enjoying herself. She was ying around with a catgirl’s earlobe. The catgirl must’ve felt incredibly honored to be touched by a Demon Lord that she blushed.


    She probably doesn’t know that such an innocent reaction would only fan the mes of Barbatos’ sadism. How pitiful. It was like I was watching a richdy ying around with a rookie businesswoman. No, it was troubling because Barbatos and the catgirl looked like peers from an outside perspective.


    “I don’t know. I’m not used to these sorts of things.”


    “From my perspective, you aren’t very Demon Lord-like. Be it in both a good and bad regard.”


    That’s obvious. I have to speak in a solemn tone to survive, but that isn’t my true nature. I felt so sick of talking informally all the time that I’d intentionally talk to Laura in a formal tone. The fact that no one asked any questions and treated me respectfully was a lot more stressful than one might expect.


    We followed the attractive guides into the cloth tent. The tent rustled due to the breeze and shined radiantly under the sun. We eventually reached a wide-open space after we had continued through theyers andyers of cloths that made the tent feel like abyrinth. We had reached the center of the tent.


    “Oh dear, who’s this? Long time no see~.”


    There was someone who had arrived before us. It was a woman. She wasying on her side on a bed. She wasn’t wearing her clothes properly, so her breasts were on full disy.


    Honest to God, they were probably the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen sinceing to this world. They went beyond being gigantic and were explosive. G-cup? No, H-cup? I couldn’t guess their size. She was the Demon Lord that had a clear split in her fan base among the yers of <Dungeon Attack>, Rank 4 Gamigin.


    This blonde and beautiful woman was on her side eating grapes. She wasn’t eating the grapes with her own hands but was being fed by a white-haired butler next to her. Gamigin would eat the grapes after the butler had peeled the skin off of them. The grapes rolled down her red tongue. It was a rather sensual sight to behold.


    Barbatos chuckled.


    “You’re justpletelyid out, huh? You enjoying yourself?”


    “It’s reeeeaaally great~. Honestly, I wasn’t really expecting much from this gathering. I was sighing because I thought it’d be boring and just filled with bloodlust, but to my surprise, the reception turned out to be amazing.”


    “Oh, my head. Considering your tone, you must’ve already gone a round.”


    “Think of it as a special privilege for the person who arrives first~.”


    We also sat on the beds that were prepared for us respectively. A few attendants approached us and began to wash both Barbatos’ and my bare feet. The spaces between my toes felt cool. Immediately after they finished, they brought us a variety of fragrant alcohols.


    A soft melody was being yed on the other side of the cloth. Musicians were most likely ying music around this tent. The sound of a flute tickled my lungs.


    Attractive men and women, high-quality alcohol, and even music. With this, most hostile intent would disappear and be all warm and soft. How impressive. I was certain that Demon Lord Marbas, the one who had called this meeting, had nned this out in detail before proposing this gathering.


    “But who is this gentleman? I don’t remember him.”


    “Demon Lord with beautiful blonde hair, I am Rank 71 Dantalian.”


    “Aah!”


    Gamigin pushed herself up from her bed.


    “So you’re Dantalian! Wow. I pictured some wicked and rotten-looking grandpa, but you’re a lot younger than I expected.”


    I forced a smile on my lips. Who are you calling wicked and rotten? I’m emphasizing this again, but there’s no one who’s as pure as I am.


    “Ah! Don’t worry! I like wicked and rotten old men! If I get pounded by that kind of trashy person, then it feels like I’m bing trash as well, so it feels unbearably good. It gets me excited!”


    “…….”


    It was for a very brief moment, but I seriously had to contemte whether to take this as apliment or not. Barbatos, who took the bed next to me, spoke tly.


    “She’s a masochist.”


    Sadist Barbatos and masochist Gamigin, huh? The Demon Lords sure have some diverse personalities.


    I’m not interested in how they enjoy their private lives and I don’t want to say it, but you shouldn’t go on about your sexual preferences when meeting someone for the first time. I have no idea how I’m supposed to respond.


    Is it that? Is this like a type of voyeurism? Does she feel some sort of pleasure by openly revealing her preferences? She’s a pervert that ascends one’s imaginations……. I’m not calling myself the purest out of all Demon Lords for no reason.


    “Hmm. This is pretty interesting. Hey, can I speak to you casually?”


    “Of course.”


    “Mhm, mhm. Since we’re friends now, mind if I ask you something no holds barred?”


    If you can speak informally does that make you friends? What a simple mindset. Once I was about to smile bitterly, Gamigin continued while maintaining her jolly demeanor.


    “Can I kill Paimon?”


    “…….”


    How should I say it?


    She really is frank.


    Once I remained silent with a pleasant smile still on my face, Gamigin continued excitedly.


    “I’ve wanted to kill Paimon since a long time ago! I hated the fact that she dragged in a majority of the Demon Lords into her faction. Furthermore, that girl always acts while shouldering the justice of demon society on her back~. Seriously. If I killed her, I’d obviously get scolded really badly, so I did my best to endure.”


    She revealed her white teeth as she smiled.


    “It should be fine to kill her now, right?”


    “…….”


    “I’ll let you two in on a secret.”


    Gamigin brought her right hand to her mouth and whispered quietly. Although it didn’t matter since the attendants around us could still hear her.


    “Right now, there are 300 wyverns flying about a thousand meters above us~. If I give them the order, then they’lle attacking with a swoosh! Hehe. They’re cute, but they’re also fairly strong kids. If we put our strength together, then I’m sure we can hunt Paimon down!”


    A chill went down my spine. Hundreds of wyverns that are considered Rank A monsters. The woman who looked like she intended to only attend the meeting peacefully and enjoy herself had just revealed that she had set up a death trap……. What a deceitful viiness.


    No. She’s just confident in her strength. She has absolute confidence in her ability to ughter someone like the Rank 9 Demon Lord if she’s simply given the opportunity to do so. Therefore, she’s capable of casually discussing someone’s death. This is the reason.


    I maintained my expression as I spoke carefully.


    “The Mountain Faction is thergest faction in the Demon Lord army. If you mess with them rashly, then you would not gain anything, Miss Gamigin.”


    “Hmm? I don’t get it. Isn’t it fine to crush someone as long as you have the justification to do so?”


    The blonde Gamigin tilted her head as if she truly didn’t understand.


    “It’s not like Paimon is treated like some sort of empress in the Mountain Faction. Including Sitri, there’s about five or six people who’ve sworn their loyalty to her and I’m more than capable of crushing them all! I’m not trying to brag, but I’m rather strong!”


    “…….”


    “If we take Paimon and their heads, then the rest of the Mountain Faction will cooperate with us appropriately. Well, if they don’t cooperate, then let’s get rid of them too. Hehe.”


    I couldn’t give her an answer.


    Shortly after, more guests began to pour in. Rank 3 Vassago, Rank 2 Agares, Rank 10 Buer, and the host of this meeting, Rank 5 Marbas. They either greeted each other courteously or disyed t out hostility towards one another. However, once Marbas stood forward to mediate, the atmosphere became mostly pleasant.


    And finally, Rank 9 Paimon arrived.


    She was apanied by her lieutenant, Rank 12 Sitri. Paimon only greeted the other Demon Lords out of formality, but she remained silent the entire time.


    Our eyes met as well. We exchanged greetings through our gazes. There were someplicated emotions behind Paimon’s eyes. Did she also feel this was ironic as she recalled what happened during the Walpurgis Night?


    “Wow, where’d this bitche from?”


    Barbatos spoke smugly.


    “Paimon, it’s nice to see you, you know? Keke.”


    “…….”


    “Hey, at least she knows that she’s shameless. Look at her keeping her mouth shut. If she protected her chastity like that, then she wouldn’t be called a whore. Isn’t that so, whore slut?”


    “Shut up. You’re being rude.”


    Rank 12 Sitri was the one to respond in Paimon’s stead. In the game, she had formed sisterly ties with Paimon. It seems it was the same here as well.


    Barbatos red at Sitri.


    “You’re the one who should shut up, you mindlessly speaking whore. Do you not understand the situation you’re in? Do you think I came here so we could happily reconcile? I came here to fuck up you Mountain Faction bastards, you bisexual insect.”


    “Ha? Do we look like pushovers to you?”


    Sitri sneered.


    “We could wipe out you weaklings from the ins Faction whenever we want. Barbatos, I heard that you cried like a baby a few days ago? Did you go insane after crying once? Do you think you can take me on?”


    “Keke. You talk well for a brat who only knows how to betray their allies.”


    Barbatos red coldly at Sitri with her golden eyes.


    “All right, I’ll fight you. I’ll cut off that dick of yours and shove it in that whore slut Paimon’s mouth so be grateful. Won’t it be great to receive a blowjob after you’ve died?”


    “This bitch……!”


    Marbas let out a sigh as he stood between them.


    “You two never escape my expectations. I always hope that maybe one day you will, but it feels pointless now. Do you think only the Mountain Faction and the ins Faction are gathered here? Control yourselves.”


    “No, I can’t control myself.”


    Barbatos spoke.


    “Grandpa Marbas, I respect your attitude, but what I’m trying to say is that I can’t just sit around and y nice with that bitch Paimon. If I go along with it here, then wouldn’t I just look like some pushover? Regrettably, I don’t have any intention to be treated that way.”


    Barbatos got up from her bed. She then pointed towards Paimon and made a deration.


    “The banquet or whatever can wait tillter. I, Rank 8 Barbatos, would like to use Rank 9 Paimon of the act of betraying her kind. I request for a formal hearing!”


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    TL Note: Thanks for reading the chapter. I’ve been in my head too muchtely and I often end up trying to distract myself which leads me to being unproductive for a couple of hours. I think the most optimal situation I could have would be if I got paid for these chapters, then I could trante without worry, but that’s highly unlikely. Sort of makes me worry whether I’ll have to stop one day just to make a living. I want to see this through until the very end, but who knows what the future holds.


    In any case, tangent aside, I’ll see you guys in the next chapter.