CH 44.2

A weak human being was showing sympathy for him, the absolute being in the Demon Realm. Even if she had the magical resistance, she would still die if he were to just lift his hand.

‘How insignificant and stupid.’

Bael’s fingertips brushed against Julia’s face. He trailed down the round white forehead, past the small, high bridge of her nose before touching the soft crimson lips while tickling the slim jawline. His hand was cautious as if he was exploring an unknown existence. And an unfamiliar set of emotions began to surge.

It was at that particular moment when Bael’s head had been getting closer to her little by little that Revenna’s cynical voice quickly crossed his mind.

‘You will regret it if you simply let the human Sword Master who came here to visit Julia just die like that. Since that person……’

His trembling eyes straight away hardened coldly. He instantly had the urge to strangle the key, but he couldn’t do it at all. It was because of her neck which appeared so weak and thin that she could definitely die just by him brushing against it.

Bael jerked his head away before stepping out of the bed and rose himself. When the sheet that had draped over him fell off, his long, stocky body—like that of a beast—was exposed under the moonlight. Those deeply sculpted muscles created such dark shadows whenever he moved.

“Whoo.”

He sighed as he brushed his long hair and suddenly, he wrinkled his brow. Every time he changed his position, there was a sharp pain as if his bones and muscles would rip apart. There seemed to be some parts that hadn’t been fully recovered even though it was already half a day since he returned from the tower.

Then, something had caught in his vision as he slowly rubbed the nape of his neck to warm himself up. A bandage had been loosely wrapped around his shoulder.

There was no one in the demon tribe who could have touched the King himself and even if there truly were, there had been no way that they would have tied such a clumsy ribbon knot like this. In other words, there was only one culprit.

All his nerves were directed towards the woman who was lying face down on the bed.

A small, immature human who had just become an adult. Her scent and appearance were just like red ripe fruits—a fragile woman whose sweet juice seemed to wet his tongue whenever he took a bite.

Just by looking at it had made his chest feel rather uncomfortable. Violent urges that had been difficult to express in words were gushing within him. It was a very unpleasant feeling that he had never felt before.

“Even when you’re just so insignificant, you still dare to show such cheap sympathy to the King…”

Bael tore the bandages off from his shoulders. The wound reopened and his red blood began oozing out, but his face appeared much more comfortable than before.

He threw away the bandages and walked to the window where the red moonlight was shining still. The tower, which had been quiet until just a moment ago, seemed to have noticed Bael’s gaze that was glaring at it and began to emit much mana—dispersing it all. His mouth instantly twisted in satisfaction.

“Yes, you just want to eat me. And I’m sure that I’m not the only one who’s already bored with this current situation.”

He ran his bloody palm down the window. The red traces had stained the glass and blocked the view from outside the window, but it didn’t matter anyway.

After all, he was aware of the Demon God’s intentions and the Demon God also knew of his very own objectives. So, he had no choice but to fight in order to reach the desired outcome. All because their fates could never coexist together.

The magic stone had made its mana even stronger. But anyway, Bael was relaxed. Above all else, the key was now in his hands.

Bael walked back to the bed and ran his fingertips through the sleeping Julia’s hair.

“Wake up quickly or I’ll eat you soon enough.”

Bael’s head tilted deeply and leisurely towards Julia. Right at the tip of his nose, the key’s scent felt unbearably sweet and luscious. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to stop until he had messed with her, so Bael involuntarily grabbed the head of the bed.

He touched Julia’s lips as if he was testing them before parting her closed mouth open and dug deep into her. It was just like alcohol—the more he drank, the more indulged he became. Bael was desperately clinging onto a smaller and more delicate human being than he had ever realized.

The wet, entangled sounds were the only traces amidst the heavy silence.

* * *

Early that morning, Julia opened her eyes only to find that Bael was still in a deep sleep right next to her. She rubbed her eyes and pulled herself up.

Shortly after coming down to the Demon Realm, there were many days when she had gone to bed together in order to stabilize Bael’s mana, but it was rare to lie in the same bed until morning like this as of late. It was due to the fact that he had always left first.

Today, it seemed that he was sleeping late owing to the aftermath of the injury that he sustained from the day before.

‘Oh, did I fall asleep on the bed too?’

As Julia stepped out of the bed, she suddenly had a thought. All she remembered last night was sitting by Bael’s bedside and falling asleep while tending to his wounds with a dangerously low amount of HP. As she was immersed deep in her thoughts, she then immediately shook her head.

‘Whatever, then?’

She continued to stretch and brush her fingers through her tousled, light pink hair.

Even so, she thought that she had slept rather quietly, but the area around the back of her hair was all messed up today. Perhaps it was from how rowdy she rolled around all night and it seemed like she had already caused an enormous amount of trouble while being right next to the sickly patient.