The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

240 – Scene 240# Transaction

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I was a little late in realizing it, but it seemed like this place was in my dream.

It was true that I fell asleep as soon as I fell into bed. I sparred too hard and was completely exhausted.

In that respect, I was glad that it was a dream.

If it were real, I wouldn’t have the energy to even lift a finger. Even with this giant in front of me, I was able to sit without the slightest distraction.

Lucaela, the older sister of Michaela, the god of paradise, and the god of hell, was sitting in a gray chair.

I don’t know if it was Lucaella’s influence or the villain Tristan’s influence, but it was a truly bleak dream.

A world made up of black and white.

It was like a pile of burned ashes.

In this place where all there was was a chair and a table, Luca Ela thought about something and opened her mouth.

“Ruelberta… No, should I call him Tristan? “It’s difficult.”

“…”

I was wondering what I was worried about…

Strictly speaking, neither of them are Ruelberta, the demon of anger, or Tristan, the villain. However, it is actually strange to ask people to call me by my real name.

“What should I call you?”

“Then…”

It came to mind quicker than I thought.

I chose it because it was the word that referred to me the most in this world.

“Count.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Count. Because everyone calls me that.”

“… Well, good. Count.”

Lucaella smiled.

I could sense a sinister undertone in that smile. Sure enough, she immediately threw a fastball.

“Do you want to become the devil?”

“Okay.”

As for the reason why Luca Ella came at this time, the only thing she had to do with it was about the Demon Lord.

She asked with interest at my calm response, as if she already knew.

“Then do you know the ‘conditions’?”

“Of course.”

There are three conditions to become a demon king.

You must receive the support of many demons, the consent of the highest ranking demons, and finally, the approval of Lucaella, the god of hell.

“It’s not worth coming to teach you. “Maybe I should have sent Nial instead.”

“That… It’s a specification.”

If Niall, the demon of lust, had come, this dream would have become a dirty dream. I’m so tired already, but I don’t want to be tired even in my dreams.

“Why? Weren’t we on good terms? Niall really wanted to see you… I get it. “I’ll stop talking about Nial, so don’t make that scary face.”

“… Okay. “I just need to know.”

“I wasn’t planning on sending Niall away anyway. This time, I wanted to meet you in person and ask you something.”

“What do you want to ask?”

“Why did you suddenly think of becoming the devil?”

“!”

For a moment, it was creepy.

At some point, Lucaella was sitting on my lap.

Although she looked exactly like her younger sister Michaela, her aura was completely different.

If Michaela is light, Lucaella is darkness. She was like a dull darkness where not a single ray of light came in.

“I’m really curious. “How did you, my favorite child and an exiled devil, decide to become the devil?”

Lucaella caresses my chin with a seductive gesture.

To be honest, he wasn’t a very pleasant person for me.

First of all, there was too little information about her.

If I remember correctly, the first time the existence of the ‘God of Hell’ was mentioned in the original work was when an old prisoner was teaching the conditions for becoming a demon lord.

So, it was only mentioned that Lucaella, the god of hell, exists. It was no different from the backstory itself, with neither name nor appearance known.

All I know about Lucaella is fragments of what I saw through the memories of Ruelberta, the demon of rage. Because of this, it was not easy for her to understand her true intentions.

First, I decided to get as much information as I could.

I grabbed her wrist and stroked her chin.

“Do you want to have an interview now? “I don’t think I need to tell you why I’m applying to become the Demon King.”

“It’s a bit sad to say that. “I have the final authority to decide on the devil, so shouldn’t I make it visible?”

“If you plan on dropping me for that reason, tell me now. “If you don’t do anything like the devil, that’s it.”

“No regrets at all?”

Rather than being angry at my shameless attitude, Lucaella actually laughed as if she was interested.

“Heh… Is it because his body is flowing with the blood of a devil, or is it because he is’that person’s’older brother? . It’s different.”

“If you want to praise me, just praise me. “Don’t look for reasons in such minor details.”

“Why is that interpreted as a compliment… No, it’s done… You act as if you are certain that you will become the Demon Lord. Does that mean you are confident of overcoming prominent candidates for the Demon King and becoming the Demon King?”

There were some people who had a rough guess about him being a candidate for the Demon King. At this point, there aren’t that many people who can be called candidates for the Demon King. Above all, I know who will become the third Demon King.

“There’s nothing I can’t do.”

“Hoo… That’s a lot of confidence, but you’re in last place among the candidates.”

That’s right.

We need to gain the support of the demons, but since we haven’t even made contact with the demons in the north yet, it’s like we haven’t even started.

“Ah, Niall will still support you, so it’s safe to say that you’ve already gotten the top devil’s vote. That one can be considered first place.”

I didn’t really want to know that.

I wanted to hear her main point.

“So what is the business you have come to see me for? “I believe you didn’t come to my dream to talk about trivial things like this.”

“Transaction…”

“What?”

“I want to do business with you.”

Lucaella looked straight into my eyes. And as if she had been waiting, she revealed the purpose of her visit.

“If you will do me a favor, I will give you advice on how to become the devil.”

In the end, he said he would cooperate so that he could become the Demon King. But why are the transaction conditions like this?

“… “You’re only going to give me one piece of advice on the subject I’m asking for?”

“Don’t feel sad. There is nothing I can do as it would be against fairness for me to intervene any further. Even if it’s just advice, I can promise that it’s advice that will definitely help you.”

At first glance, Lucaella seemed sincere.

Due to the nature of her original work, there was a lot we didn’t know about her, but I figured she wasn’t the type of character to mess around with at least something like this. She wouldn’t know if it were Michaela. Lucaella was quite calm and cool, and she also had dignity.

I opened my mouth.

“Let’s listen to that request first.”

“Tell me.”

“?”

“What kind of person is ‘him’?”

What?

I ended up asking her unexpected question.

“… “You mean my younger brother?”

“Okay. “I want to know who the ‘He’ who created this world is.”

Lucaella said as if she was somehow embarrassed.

“‘He’ is like the voice of the world to us gods.”

“Voice?”

“Okay. I just heard it as a voice. The great man who taught us one by one why he created us and what our role is… “I know that.”

If you are a great person, you must be a great person. What does it mean to know that you are such a great person?

But when I saw Lucaella’s expression of her, I could understand. What was felt in her expression was not awe of ‘him’, but simple curiosity.

Just like Adam and Eve who began to doubt their Creator.

“From what I heard from him a long time ago, he said that he had a shining halo behind his back and was so sacred that an ordinary human would not even dare to look at him.”

“Her…”

“But when I actually look at you, I feel like that might not be the case.”

“Me?”

Could it be that he was disappointed that I looked as bad as his younger brother? But fortunately that wasn’t the case.

“Okay. I don’t know for sure, but I think ‘that person’ is someone so ruthless that he sends his own flesh and blood to this world.”

“…”

It was a complete mistake, but I felt a little sad.

Because of the fact that for the first time I felt sympathy for a character in this game.

I thought that to others, she might seem like a cold-blooded person because her sister sent me to this world.

But my younger brother is definitely not that type of person. He just… Just…

Uh… ?

I… What was I trying to say?

I tried to remember something about my sister, but it seemed like she was in a fog and I couldn’t remember it.

It was a strange thing.

I couldn’t remember her younger brother’s face or voice her.

I even remember being sent to this world, asking to see the ending of this game the way I wanted.

But the more she tried to remember other things about her brother, the more her head her started pounding, as if it was overloaded.

“Hmm? Why do you do that?”

“No… “I felt dizzy for a moment.”

“Is it a headache? “It’s a dream, but it’s nothing special.”

Therefore, there was very little I could say to Lucaella about her sister.

“Her younger brother is not a cool-headed person. “You could say she has a rather carefree personality.”

“What?”

Otherwise, I would have complained to the game company after seeing the game ruined by players, but my younger brother didn’t do that.

“That guy will probably just watch how this world goes.”

A bystander like the wise man Myohail.

However, it is a little different from that.

“But it is clear that my younger brother has something he wants to say through this world.”

“What I want to say… ?”

“Okay.”

I have already come across the behind-the-scenes stories that my younger brother kept hidden several times.

The tragedy of the maids who were wiped out through trials and the story of Mabel’s separation from her from Helga. It was clear that the younger brother, who pretended to be a bystander, wanted to say something through those settings.

Please save the characters’ lives.

Please prevent the characters’ tragedy.

That’s soon…

“If you look at the fact that this world is not just an unhappy and depressing place… “Leaving room for hope means that my younger brother has some affection for this world.”

“…”

“My younger brother is that kind of person.”

At my words, Luca Ella seemed at a loss for words for a moment. When her mouth opened again, a softer answer than expected came out.

“Indeed. “I see.”

Luca Ella, who was sitting on my lap, jumped down.

“The deal is done. “I will repay you as promised.”

It’s finally my turn to receive advice.

“Listen carefully. Count. If you want to become a demon lord…”

“If you want?”

“Desperate.”

“… “What?”

As soon as I heard Lucaella’s advice, I couldn’t help but frown at her. At this level, it’s not advice, it’s almost like swearing.

However, she continued her words regardless of my expression.

“By my standards, the Demon Lord is someone who despairs of this world. In other words, he must despair in order to be acknowledged by me.”

“There is despair in the world… ?”

“Okay. Just as a warrior has trials to overcome, the devil has endless despair.”

When I heard it, it was quite meaningful.

“Count. Keep this in mind. The support of mine people is important, but what you should consider most important is despair. I believe that anyone who does not despair is not worthy of being a demon lord. So…”

Lucaella said, smiling at me like a devil.

“Go and find your despair.”

*

“…”

When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar ceiling.

I suddenly woke up from a dream and was dazed, but I knew that Lucaella had returned.

How long was she in the dream?

It was still dark at dawn.

Although my body was still a little tired, I regained my stamina enough to move thanks to a short nap.

As I was trying to get up for a moment, something felt warm inside the blanket.

No, should I say that the blanket is somewhat soft?

“Oh my goodness. “Are you awake?”

“Helga…”

The identity of that soft touch was Helga.

The moonlight that came through her window illuminated her face.

“I think the Count was pressed by the scissors. “He was sweating a lot while he was sleeping, so I was wiping him off.”

My back her her she was definitely wet

Considering that Luca Ella is the god of hell, it wouldn’t be strange if she looked like she was having a creepy nightmare.

“Are you okay now?”

“Hmm.”

Helga asked, looking at me with concern.

It looks like he was by my side while I was being held down by the scissors.

It was a situation where I could have been moved by her kindness in coming for me this early in the morning, but I had to think about this situation calmly again.

First of all, my pajama top was completely removed. This is probably to wipe away cold sweat not only from the forehead but also from the entire body.

It’s okay up to that point.

What I find strange is…

“However… Helga. “Why are you wearing underwear?”

Helga was wearing lace underwear. And even black pantyhose.

“Achacha, I’m sorry. She must have been in a hurry and could not put on her clothes. I’m embarrassed.”

Helga puts her hands together and apologizes cutely.

Okay. I see. But this is my first time knowing that you wear stockings when you sleep.

Considering all the possibilities up to this point, it is not an impossible story at all.

But there’s just one thing, I couldn’t cut it without asking something.

“Helga.”

“Yes. “Count.”

“… “You obviously wiped away my cold sweat, but why aren’t there any towels around?”

“Oh, I sucked it all up and drank it-.”

“Get out.”