The Devil Who Grants Wishes

Lucia, who had never experienced society before, perfectly adapted to the human world within a very short period of just one week.

No, strictly speaking, it would be incorrect to say that it was adapted.

Because Lucia doesn’t recognize the outside world as a real reality.

‘Bored.’

As if conversing with soulless npc’s who had only been programmed while playing a game, or walking around the 3d world wearing a VR machine, Lucia perceives the place she is standing in as a well-decorated fake rather than reality.

It’s just an extremely boring simulation game, on stage where you just have to take on a role and do a play.

The real reality is just the two of us in a cozy home, and everything else is just a fake.

“Nice to meet you, first of all, I would like to offer a prayer of relief to the victims.”

However, Lucia is faithfully acting in [A realistic and well-decorated fantasy image].

Lucia shows an aristocratic maiden as if she were painting a picture to others who have nothing to do with her, and to others who have no need to show kindness at all.

Your plans will never succeed if you neglect your actions because of just a moment’s boredom.

“They will certainly appreciate Faust’s prayers.”

The nobleman nodded in response to Lucia’s polite words.

The Faust family does not exist.

It’s just a hypothetical family created on the spot because Lucia hates being insulted as a commoner, but all the nobles here are not suspicious at all.

Lucia’s attitude is so confident and elegant.

Above all, the nobles of the Empire only considered Lucia to be an exotic nobleman from a distant country, as she even possessed an enormous amount of assets along with clothes suitable for aristocrats.

“It must have been such a terrifying thing for a man of such fame to do such a horrific thing… It’s shocking.”

“You said the Faust girl got an invitation from that demon worshiper? If she had gone to that damned banquet… uh, just imagining it is terrifying.”

The nobles cursed Count Erlingen, who was manipulated as the culprit in the demon summoning incident because it was easy to manipulate as the host of the banquet.

Of course, since Count Erlingen has no separate home and branch, and his family members and blood relatives were all killed by Kranion’s attack, the absence of anyone to use the dump is the main reason for the manipulation as the main culprit, but once the honor of the deceased It does not change that it has been polluted.

“…Yes, it’s terrible.”

Lucia asks Faust to fabricate the case, and tries to ignore that fact.

Because it was just a sacrifice of a cow for the generations.

It was just an act of throwing a pawn as bait to catch the queen.

It’s hard to brainwash the memory of what happened, and if the emperor becomes the main culprit in summoning the devil and the empire goes into chaos, it’s impossible to swallow the empire, so Lucia didn’t have much of a choice.

‘…It’s okay, it’s okay.’

Of course, however, it cannot be completely ignored.

Although she has a stronger sense of the environment surrounding her as an illusion rather than reality, Lucia, who still has a human heart, wonders whether her choice was really the best, and whether it is right to drop a person who was good enough to give her a good feeling without reason. get a little suspicious

Above all, the reason that such a tragedy occurred because the Great Devil was summoned is because of Lucia, who did not prevent the curse and used the emperor as a sacrifice for the summoning curse. I would have cried for days and days.

“Too many died. I’m sorry.”

“It is only after so many deaths that there will be no choice but to create a great vacuum in the power structure of the empire.”

“If that’s the case… Hmm…”

‘…’

However, Lucia’s such feelings fade away in an instant.

Despite his doubts, the nobles in front of him did not really feel sorry for the tragedy.

It’s not just about not feeling sorry for the tragedy.

Nobles really don’t feel even the slightest bit of sadness.

In the first place, only Count Erlingen’s faction or neutral nobles accepted Count Erlingen’s invitation, so the surviving nobles cannot help but be hostile to the Erlingen faction.

“Khhhh, let’s talk about politics later. This is a banquet held to get rid of the unsavory atmosphere.”

The banquet organizers are already trying to rectify the atmosphere of getting to the point, but it’s already too late.

The nobles, who have no consideration in the face of politics, are just eager to occupy the power vacuum created by the evaporation of the entire Erlingen faction.

‘…Fortunately, the plan will work.’

And Lucia, seeing the sight of the nobles sulking, loses anxiety in her heart and takes the place with a sense of relief.

The plans that Aigokeros made with contemplation are more effective the more greedy the nobles are, the more greedy they are.

Seeing the greed of the nobles, Lucia stops thinking complicatedly about Cranion’s damage and is relieved just thinking about a beautiful future where her plan has succeeded.

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‘Yeah, that’s it.’

After disbanding the party, Iris feels a sense of helplessness.

To be precise, it was a sense of ignorance that was forcibly created through self-brainwashing, but for Iris today, there is no need to consider such a thing.

Because it’s important to be super comfortable at this moment.

Because it’s important to make you forget the pain.

[Iris…]

[Wait a minute, wait a minute!!]

I have no right to be by everyone’s side, who sold everyone’s souls at will.

Staying with me will only make you worse day by day, so it will be better for everyone to leave.

Come on, get a little farther away from everyone

“You’re sick of it, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Ugh…”

At that moment, the devil’s stigma engraved on his lower chest lit up, and suddenly he heard an extremely familiar voice in his ear.

It was so cold and empty that he ripped my ears out of my ears, but, strangely, I didn’t feel so bad.

Rather, I would say that I felt relieved that someone was by my side.

Obviously the contract is over, but why again…

“…”

She trembles and slowly raises her head upwards.

As I raised my head for a while, passing through the devil’s shells that grew like armor in my sight, glaring yellow eyes greeted me.

Even if you don’t say anything, you can tell just by looking into those eyes.

are harassing me

“Pow, St…”

“Where are your colleagues?”

Where does the shepherd run without shepherding the sheep?

If you ask me like that, I’m really curious about the answer.

Faust must have branded me because he wanted to control the grazing sheep, but didn’t I just give up my duty and run away?

“…the party has disbanded.”

“dissolution?”

“Yes, I cause all kinds of misfortunes and incidents in return for receiving Goddess’ protection. Someone close to me will surely lose their life. So, I disbanded.”

Faust’s mouth closes.

I don’t think I ever thought I’d be able to do this.

I cannot do anything to betray my colleagues. Although he had betrayed him by selling his soul as he wanted, he could not make it into grazing livestock.

As a result, it was like betraying Faust, who trusted me and signed a contract…

Now, by the angry Faust, I will be able to suffer the pain worthy of the price I have committed.

“You ran away.”

At that moment, Faust’s words pierce my eardrums again.

His voice is so cold that it makes me forget what I was thinking until now.

“As a result, you didn’t want to take responsibility and ran away on your own? That’s really funny.”

“👌👌”

I feel like I’ve been hit hard with a hammer in the back of the head.

Right… I forgot.

No, it’s correct that I forgot to be precise.

Because I couldn’t take responsibility for anything.

Because I was afraid to think about everyone with a doomed future.

“How many lives will you be responsible for in the future?”

“that…”

“Are you going to run away even then by causing misfortunes and events?

ㅡOr let go of the goddess’s protection.

Faust bent over and made eye-level with me, and then said so, and I couldn’t say anything.

It is indeed a theory.

It cannot be refuted, no, it cannot be refuted and it must not be refuted.

“Come back. And take responsibility for your actions.”

“…I want to ask you something.”

“I want to ask you…”

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My legs are shaking so much.

If you don’t breathe properly consciously because your breathing is so fast, it seems like you’ll suffocate as it is.

Still… you have to ask. you have to keep talking

“Tell me.”

“Can I exchange the soul payment… for something else? A huge manastone… or the corpse of another demon…”

I know that sounds so stupid.

It makes no sense for a demon who puts souls above all else to change the contract that has already been confirmed to receive souls.

not common sense Not even worth asking a question.

But I feel like I have to say it without knowing why.

If I don’t ask this question here, I think I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

Whether the vain hopes that only corrode the heart are shattered, or whether such vain hopes really come true—

“It is possible.”

“…!”

The moment Faust answers my question as if it were natural, my head goes blank and all the thoughts that have been filling my head are erased.

In general, it’s not a good thing to have a white head, but not as much as this time.

Because I have witnessed the miracle of vain hopes coming true.

Because he witnessed the salvation and mercy bestowed upon him by the Absolute.

Did those who witnessed the prophets feel like this?

Faust is… unlike the other demons.