Does this count as exceeding the target?
But she didn't notify the Demon King herself; he came to find her. Now, judging from the grand gesture, he must be here to hold her accountable. She's a little flustered.
Maggie muttered to herself, but showed no sign of it on the surface, still appearing humble and fanatically devoted to the Demon King.
"It is my honor to share the burdens of the Demon King."
Given the Demon Lord's generous nature, even if she didn't want the reward, Safa would give it to her on her own initiative.
Maggie didn't take credit, and she was able to indirectly cover up the fact that she hadn't reported things in time.
That's what she thought, but Safa wasn't falling for her tricks at all.
"Yeah?"
Safa slightly grinned, and his ambiguous question sounded like a death knell, causing Maggie to break out in a cold sweat instantly.
This indicates that he is dissatisfied with the answer and is even angry at her for concealing the truth.
Maggie's mind raced. She dared not speak rashly, fearing she might say something that would anger Safa even more, and could only fall into a brief silence.
However, just as she was thinking about how to answer, Safa suddenly laughed.
"Don't be nervous. I'm very satisfied with what you've done. It's a good thing that you were able to take care of him without me having to lift a finger."
Safa's smile didn't reach his eyes; his expression held undisguised scrutiny, as if he could see right through Maggie's soul.
"As long as the Demon King is satisfied."
Maggie was sweating profusely, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless, completely unaware of what Safa was thinking.
Just as she was trembling, Safa touched her face again.
【Ah!!! What are you going to do, kill me or torture me?! Tell me!!! What are you trying to do!!! Help!!!】
A sharp, explosive sound erupted in Maggie's mind, like a kettle boiling over, but on the surface, her face only stiffened slightly; otherwise, nothing seemed amiss.
The more frantic she became, the more unrestrained Safa's actions became. His icy fingertips gradually moved from her chin up to her cheek, then to the tip of her nose, and finally stopped at her brow.
Sharp nails lightly scratched her skin, causing waves of itching and shivers, until Safa stopped, and Maggie closed her eyes, trembling.
Forget it, just kill me...
Maggie gave up struggling. Although she didn't know why Safa was touching her so intimately, she had a feeling it wasn't a good thing. If something unexpected happened, she would have no way to resist.
[Sigh, this way of dying isn't good. I've only managed to live this long with great difficulty. If I die like this, my resentment as a ghost will definitely be immense.]
Upon catching the words 'doing ghosts,' Safa seemed to have heard something very funny. He finally withdrew his hand, and the smile on his lips became more genuine.
The warmth of human body heat permeated his fingertips, leaving a faint trace of warmth and the scent of a young girl.
Where Maggie couldn't see, he gently rubbed his fingers, then curled his fingertips and put his hand down completely, acting very naturally throughout.
Maggie was still muttering incessantly to herself.
With the blessing of the mutated gray bead, coupled with her resentment, she is sure to become the strongest undead in the world.
At that point, defeating the Demon King will truly be a reality.
Maggie closed her eyes and imagined an invincible scenario for herself. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she almost drifted off into a daze when she realized that Safa had removed her hand. She had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Safa's voice.
"Are you afraid of me?"
His voice was a little more relaxed than before, with a slightly lazy tone.
"?"
A big question mark popped up above Maggie's head. She looked at Safa's expression, which didn't seem like he was joking or teasing her. She remained strangely silent for two seconds before carefully speaking.
"Of course I'm not afraid of you. You are my faith. You are powerful and generous to your believers. How could I be afraid of you, Lord Demon King?"
She can shower people with compliments without batting an eye, and the key is that she always tells the truth, so she doesn't feel guilty at all.
Suddenly, Safa moved even closer to her, admiring the barely concealed fear on Maggie's face for a long while, before slowly and contentedly straightening up, his tone full of meaning.
"Lying is not the mark of a good child."
He had a half-smile, his tone carrying a strong sense of oppression unique to those in power. He was the demon king who judged everything, and only when he wanted to could one obtain a sliver of hope.
"..."
Maggie fell silent again. It was over. Safa was starting to distrust her. He was probably testing her faith, or just being afraid of his approach.
"You are so powerful, you probably wouldn't believe me if I wasn't afraid at all."
She offered a compromise, hoping that Safa would stop investigating, otherwise, beneath her calm exterior lay a multitude of flaws.
She wouldn't have made a contract with the Demon King if she hadn't been forced to.
"Don't worry, whether you are afraid of me or not, I will not take your soul now. You are a very useful pawn. Keeping you in the temple is very beneficial to the expansion of the demon cult."
Safa's voice rang out from above, slow yet authoritative.
Maggie finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was the Demon King, and his reign was still long. He knew how to combine kindness and severity, and wouldn't suddenly turn on her or be capricious. Otherwise, she would have been in trouble today.
"but....."
Just as Maggie was putting her mind at ease, Safa suddenly changed the subject, deliberately drawing out his words to make Maggie's heart leap into her throat again.
"Even excluding these factors, you are still the human chosen by Mother. I will not plunder your soul casually, so there is nothing to be afraid of."
As soon as Safa finished speaking, Maggie was no longer afraid, but instead remained stunned for a moment.
Why does it sound like Safa is comforting her?
How eerie....
Safa doesn't seem like the kind of demon who would do such a thing...
Neither soothing nor any other positive emotions are of any use to the demon.
Demons only display their unparalleled seductive and empathetic abilities when necessary, needing to entice humans into signing contracts, making them willingly become their followers.
"Thank you, Demon King."
Maggie couldn't think of anything else to say besides thank you.
“You should thank me. I’m very interested in you. If you ever come to hell, I’d be happy to keep you by my side as my hell servant.”
Safa's tone revealed a hint of pleasure, as if he could already imagine that future scene.
"..."
Maggie remained as quiet as a chicken throughout.
You can't just accept that. Although becoming a hell servant sounds pretty good—a demon whose status far surpasses that of a demon lord and who is directly subordinate to the demon king himself—it also means losing your freedom.
If she had to be a demon, Maggie would rather be a demon lord, with her own little territory.
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