Chapter 3

What the hell is this?

This has to be the most absurd nonsense I’ve ever heard. It’s even worse than translating a dog’s bark into human language.

Hearing such words sincerely makes me truly curious about what’s inside Saintess Maria’s head.

Did they teach idealism in the Holy Nation?

…

Actually, what the saintess just said can’t really be called idealism.

Does love have energy? Form? Mass? Magic power?

Love is the basest thing of all. It’s nothing more than本能ual desire packaged to appear noble. The essence of love is ugly lust.

That’s why it’s so base. It stems from lies from the very beginning.

That’s why I don’t understand. How did the saintess heal my vocal cords?

With divine power that makes demons convulse just from contact, how did she perfectly heal me without any pain?

“It’s different from idealism.”

“Living in such delusions seems even worse than idealism, doesn’t it?”

“As long as it’s God’s will, it doesn’t matter.”

“You sure do love your god, huh?”

Maybe the saintess isn’t even aware of her own abilities.

In terms of reputation, the saintess is among the top five on the continent. I’m barely top ten at best.

Perhaps she’s mistaken about her own powers due to some nonsense about love, thanks to her low intelligence. That hypothesis seems quite plausible given her limited intellect.

“Alright, stop with the strange thoughts and tell me about that promise already.”

Sensing my skeptical expression, the saintess smiled brightly and moved her lips.

“What promise?”

“The reason you came here.”

“Oh, that?”

“If you’re repenting, I’ll take responsibility for helping you.”

The saintess is definitely a persistent woman.

Still, there’s nothing I can’t say, so it’s better to answer. Though talking with her in this dull place isn’t unpleasant, I hate being bothered too much.

“You don’t need to help me since I’m not repenting at all. And my crime is the same as yours.”

“The same as me…?”

“Blasphemy. The Demon King used that to lock me up. Damn it, I had over three weaknesses on the Demon King but got caught here before I could use them, making them all useless.”

“Blasphemy? Do you believe in God?”

“Don’t get your hopes up. The only deity I believe in is the Demon God.”

Saying it sarcastically, the saintess seemed to show a hint of disappointment. Well, what demon wouldn’t believe in the Demon God?

“Still, I don’t get it. Where was there ever a demon as devout as me?”

“Were you really devout?”

“Why, don’t you believe me?”

“To be honest, a little… Still, it’s good to have something to firmly believe in and rely on.”

The saintess sighed. She genuinely seemed relieved. After knowing me for how long does she think about me like this?

She’s truly a nosy woman. Extremely annoying.

Suddenly, an urge arose to completely shatter her nosiness and peace of mind like a mischievous thug. It’s the destructive desire of a demon. I also found the saintess constantly talking about love and nonsense increasingly repulsive.

“When I was angry, instead of breaking useless things, I used to curse the Demon God.”

“…”

“I also used to boil werewolves meant for sacrifices into soup. At drinking parties, when there was nothing else to talk about, I’d make crude jokes about the Demon God. Ah, I was truly an extremely devout demon, wasn’t I?”

Even while restrained, thinking of ways to realize my destructive urges through words shows how great I am.

Of course, it’s true that I was a devout demon compared to others.

[To be continued…]