"She's dead?"
Safa's voice was devoid of emotion, but Carlo knew it was the calm before the storm, and instantly tensed up, afraid to move.
Carlo hadn't expected that the Demon King's focus would be on the death of the saintess, rather than her soul turning into a ghost.
"Um......"
Carlo was unsure whether to agree or deny it.
Safa did not speak to him again, and the entire castle hall fell into a deathly silence. It was unclear how much time had passed before Safa's voice rang out again.
How did she die?
Another question surprised Carlo. He hesitated for a moment, then, relying on his relationship with his aunt, he mustered his courage and looked up at Safa.
The Demon King's handsome and cold face was actually furrowed, more out of disbelief that the 'Saintess is dead' than out of anger.
This reaction made Carlo a little suspicious, but he still answered honestly.
"As far as I know, it should be..."
Carlo tried to explain the ins and outs of the matter as concisely as possible.
He was glad he had come prepared, having specifically inquired about Maggie's reasons for her actions before returning to hell, including the fact that her target for mutual destruction was her father.
"She said she wanted to get rid of the demon cultists corrupted by the abyss... so that's why..."
Safa frowned even more, recalling the scene when he last saw Maggie.
He went to Maggie only to warn her not to target the demon cultists in order to gain more power and status in the temple.
Even if you are one of his followers, it's not allowed.
Even after he returned, he personally purged a group of them, and he did indeed sense the abyss-like aura emanating from those traitors and demons.
It's very faint; it's hard to find unless you're deliberately trying to identify it.
Those who only indirectly come into contact with the abyss's minions, even if tainted with Tartarus's aura, will not have a very clear connection.
Moreover, he allowed Carlo to leave Hell, turning a blind eye, precisely because he wanted to use Carlo to keep Flame in check.
He knew the color of the flame was off.
Because of Safis, Safa was very sensitive to Tartarus's power, and Flame Color certainly did not escape his perception.
However, killing Flame Color, a hell servant of the Flame Demon race, would disrupt the balance among the six major demon races and have negative consequences.
Moreover, since they hadn't yet investigated the Abyss's minions who were cooperating with Flame, they spared Flame's life briefly.
I initially thought that the remaining demon cultists, whom Maggie would have to deal with, could be easily handled with the power of the temple, but now it seems...
He was scammed again.
This realization made Safa's face grow increasingly dark, almost turning him into a lump of carbon.
Unexpectedly, she intended to kill her father because of a personal grudge, and ended up losing her own life in the process.
Safa was actually a very reasonable demon king, but he acted cruelly. In reality, every demon he killed was not innocent.
Even though he was still very young when Saphis left, he managed Hell very well, and his dealings with the angels were almost never contradictory.
Even without Philomona, he had no intention of killing Maggie.
In Safa's eyes, Maggie was a spice in his monotonous daily life, and occasionally she could even play an extraordinary role.
He asked her to investigate why the Pope was hunting down demon followers, and she actually managed to kill the Pope.
So even when he discovered Maggie's disguise and her completely different nature, he wasn't angry; instead, he found it quite amusing.
In Safa's eyes, the vibrant young girl was more tantalizing to observe than her soul.
He originally planned to wait until Maggie died of old age before taking her to hell.
But now... not only has his soul not been retrieved, but he has also become a ghost.
The thought of Maggie, who was full of emotions but also very good at pretending, turning from warm to cold made Safa feel terrible.
"My Lord Demon King, her soul and body are not the same, so she deceived you; the contract is false..."
Carlo looked at Safa, who was deep in thought and silent, and quietly added what he thought was the most important thing.
You should know that he was almost startled by the appearance of that saintess's soul at the time; she looked... unlike anyone from any of the three kingdoms.
They don't even resemble the people of the continent of Coral.
It's indescribable. Even now, thinking back, it's etched firmly in his mind, even if it was just a glance, and he can't shake it off.
However, the fact that the Demon King had been scammed was absolutely unforgivable and unacceptable to Carlo. So even though he was terrified of Safa's wrath, he still spoke up despite the pressure.
But the result was once again beyond his expectations. Safa's reaction was indifferent; he simply responded with a faint murmur and then made no further comment.
"?"
A question mark popped out above Carlo's head.
What's going on? Every reaction of the Demon King is outside his expectations, and his focus has completely gone astray!
That woman deceived the Demon King!
Why is the Demon King angry not because he was deceived, but because she died?
Carlo's inner monologue was a barrage of thoughts, and the more he thought about it, the more frantic he became.
"The appearance of her soul."
Safa, who hadn't asked a question for a long time, asked one that almost made Carlo break down.
Looking at the Demon King's serious expression, which showed no sign of accusation, he felt a complex mix of emotions.
Based on his many years of experience as a succubus, the Demon King's question probably wasn't about hunting down the saintess, but rather about finding her spirit.
Hahaha, what a hellish joke.
Carlo was already numb to it, and obediently used magic to create a projection, showing a fleeting glimpse of Maggie's soul appearance.
As Maggie fell through the air, she was as fragile as a bird with broken wings. Her eyes slowly closed on her pale face, as calm as a patient who had ended everything and was quietly waiting for death.
The projections he can create can only resemble what he remembers; they cannot be fabricated out of thin air.
This is the only way we can show it to the Demon King.
Carlo stared at the projection, his mind reeling with despair.
Seeing the slight curve of Safa's lips, Carlo's initial ripples and suspicions were finally confirmed by his sixth sense.
Alright, alright, so that the Demon King doesn't have any extraordinary feelings for that Saintess.
He'll be hungry forever!
Carlo felt he had discovered the truth.
If a man shows this kind of expression and this unusual attitude towards a woman, there's a 99.9% chance he's fallen for her.
Even if the Demon King hasn't realized it yet, he will eventually find out.
Thinking about this, Carlo didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Because that saintess is no longer even human. While it's not impossible for an undead to be paired with a demon, it's just too strange!
Carlo, in a fit of rage, slammed the table down.
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