Chapter 464: Sorry, I’m an Undercover Agent (4k)
A crimson abyss tore through the ink-black sky—a gateway to another realm.
Countless bloody iron shavings poured forth, coiling around the massive crocodile in a blood-red hurricane that twisted the very clouds.
Feeling chaotic winds whipping around him, the First Prince looked up, following the dancing metal fragments to the storm's eye.
His eyes widened in disbelief, blood-filled pupils overflowing with shock.
As if some violent, invisible force had locked him in place—paralyzed.
Even though the demon paid him no mind whatsoever.
Catching the scent of blood, Cocotte straightened on her cloud, mouth agape as she stared at the crimson beast in wonder.
Unlike the First Prince, her eyes sparkled with delight—as if she'd discovered some marvelous treasure.
"Ooh, we have one too?"
She truly hadn't expected Viktor could summon such a creature.
As mentioned before, elves held no connection to demons—their presence caused no revulsion.
Still, compared to that nauseating toad, this blood-red crocodile was far more pleasant to behold.
Though its temper seemed rather violent—almost mindlessly so.
Meanwhile, watching the crimson demon descend from above, Lia crossed her arms in deep thought.
She'd been wondering what method Viktor would employ—but he'd simply summoned a demon outright.
When that blood-colored beast landed heavily and bowed to Viktor, Lia stood dumbfounded.
Wait, that can't be right...
Does our family also deal with demons?
Am I the Reiser family myself?
Confusion flooded her heart, eyes clouded with bewilderment.
No wonder so many demon hunters had come to their house—this really wasn't a mistake!
Lia glanced around at other nobles equally shocked into statue-like stillness, then staggered behind Gwen.
After today's events, other consequences hardly mattered.
The Kravina family would never escape suspicion of demon collusion.
Seeing this suddenly materialized blood-red crocodile, Gwen gradually lowered her weapon, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
She remembered—she'd encountered this demon before.
In the far north.
This creature had aided the Pale Mage Corps, nearly exterminating two barbarian tribes.
Now it appeared again, standing behind Viktor like a loyal sentinel.
The entire sequence crystallized in Gwen's mind.
Everything was finally connecting.
Studying that violently savage crocodile, coldness flickered in the Second Prince's gaze:
"Count Viktor, my suspicions were correct."
"The wrath demon is indeed at your side."
He recalled his investigations in the northern territories—Viktor's demon connection seemed undeniable.
Why did demons appear wherever Viktor traveled north?
And vanish completely once he departed?
Too many coincidences.
Even during that Royal Magic Academy holiday, when he'd encountered Viktor's teaching assistant.
The moment they met, he'd sensed it.
That rich aura of wrath emanating from the little assistant.
He'd known the wrath demon must be connected to Viktor—he'd simply lacked concrete proof.
Now, with the demon's manifestation, all doubts seemed answered.
The Second Prince raised his head, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, lips curving into a smile:
"I must thank you profusely, Count Viktor."
"For helping me locate the demon."
The instant those words fell, a crimson tongue pierced through space.
Serpentine and swift, it lashed toward the blood-red crocodile behind Viktor.
The scarlet appendage coiled around the beast's bloody arm, black liquid seeping from it with potent corrosive properties.
The crocodile struggled to break free, only to find the tongue adhered like glue, burned areas hissing with acidic dissolution.
Agony lanced through the red beast's consciousness—like ten thousand needles piercing flesh, sharp beyond endurance.
It opened its massive maw, watching that seemingly endless tongue snake across its body, binding its limbs tight.
Waves of stinging pain spread from every contact point as it unleashed deafening roars that seemed to tear reality itself.
In its frenzied thrashing, the coiled tongue only constricted tighter.
Everyone stared up at the disadvantaged blood-crocodile, faces grave with concern.
Something seemed wrong here.
Both were demons, and the crocodile clearly appeared stronger than the toad.
So why was it getting completely dominated?
The Second Prince observed the suppressed creature without surprise.
Everything unfolded exactly as anticipated.
He lowered his gaze to the expressionless Viktor:
"Lord Count, allow me to reveal a truth."
"Among demons, hierarchies exist."
The toad writhed its massive bulk, sinking into pitch-black whirlpools.
Streams of ink-like fluid rushed toward the blood-crocodile alongside its advancing form.
That tightly wound tongue began secreting even more corrosive black liquid.
In a blink, that grotesque, reeking mass materialized before the crocodile, carrying unbearable stench.
The toad extended more of its bulk—a stubby giant palm lashing out to deliver a resounding SLAP! across the crocodile's face.
The beast reeled, dizzy, erupting in furious bellows.
"Primordial demons embody chaos itself," the Second Prince explained, eyes blazing with infinite madness.
His crimson gaze emitted eerie glimmers. Having nearly abandoned reason, he clutched his stomach, continuing mockingly:
"You see, when those greedy fools tore open the monster rift—"
"When the tide emerged and devoured them all!"
Each sentence dragged him deeper into madness's whirlpool.
His frame gradually twisted, features growing increasingly savage.
Those crimson eyes filled with hairline blood vessels.
Prince Owiser had completely shed any royal elegance.
"Their despair! Their anguished screams!"
"The chaos their desires brought upon the entire south!"
The Second Prince embraced himself, gazing skyward in rapture—as if envisioning a mountain peak above ten thousand souls.
"These are demons' perfect sustenance..."
That enormously bloated toad suddenly seized the crocodile's body, hoisting it high before SLAMMING it earthward.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Shockwaves hammered the ground repeatedly, spreading endlessly westward.
Continuous impacts left the once-magnificent banquet hall swaying precariously, ready to collapse.
The boundless earth trembled constantly while even the aerial blood-storm slowed, iron shavings losing their menace.
Watching two titans locked in combat, Cocotte shielded the elves behind her in protective stance.
If elves sensed such danger, naturally the present nobles caught that same deadly scent.
But they couldn't flee.
They could only watch in terror as the blood-crocodile lay pinned, white smoke rising from its battered form, struck speechless.
Wait, that's not right...
These days even crocodiles can't beat toads?
They stood motionless as sculptures, eyes filled with endless despair.
This one-sided domination thrilled the Second Prince beyond measure.
His gaze burned with madness as he taunted Viktor mockingly:
"Your demon can't even generate chaos—how could it possibly defeat us!"
But just as his words concluded, Leighton's bloody maw snapped wide.
Gleaming fangs suddenly clamped down on that crimson tongue, puncturing several holes that sprayed black fluid.
It YANKED the toad's tongue, lunging forward to slam one massive claw atop Yem's skull, driving it violently groundward.
BOOM—!
The tremendous crash instantly shattered earth into countless fragments, cracks spider-webbing across the entire surface.
As dust settled, half the giant black toad lay motionless on the ground.
Apparently unconscious.
Huh?
What?
The previously chaotic courtyard plunged into deathly silence.
Hold on—wasn't the crocodile just losing badly?
How did it suddenly flatten that oversized toad in one move?
Is someone acting here?
The crocodile tore away the tongue wrapped around its body and spat contemptuously. Iron-filing storms resumed their deadly dance.
It lowered its head, fierce gaze locking onto the commentary-providing Second Prince, roaring furiously:
"Screw you, asshole! You think you're so tough? Come at me!"
"I'll kick your ass just the same!"
The moment Leighton's unfiltered profanity rang out, everyone fell silent—unable to utter a single word.
Even the Second Prince, who'd been spouting arrogant boasts moments before, went quiet.
He looked up, gaze involuntarily twitching as he stared at the newly risen crocodile.
"Good... very good..."
His voice grew increasingly distorted—like countless bell tones converging across the land.
"Then I'll grant your wish!"
The instant those words fell, the Second Prince's body rapidly expanded.
Muscles contracted throughout his frame like embedded stone blocks, becoming abnormally hard and prominent.
His gorgeous attire shredded under rapidly swelling limbs and torso.
Silver hair transformed into mysterious patterns, flickering across his back's flesh.
Thick blood vessels bulged at visible speed—like gnarled tree roots beneath skin, forming undulating ridges.
Under invisible force, the Second Prince's skull began twisting, deforming.
His forehead erupted with terrifying black vascular networks while bone-snapping sounds thundered outward.
In moments, the Second Prince lost all human semblance.
His face elongated, nose swelling bull-like, continuously snorting heated breath.
Crimson eyes became utterly blood-red—like twin scarlet moons, abandoning all sanity.
Two profound cavities tore open above his brow, from which hard, pitch-black horns emerged.
His legs stretched abnormally while human feet hardened into cloven hooves.
Countless black thorns spread from his body's perimeter, wrapping him completely.
Writhing brambles scraped across flesh, tearing sharp bloody furrows in the Second Prince's hide.
Suffocating smoke saturated with endless jealousy spread in all directions—even the ground it touched grew restless and agitated.
As that pitch-dark miasma scattered westward, its terrible presence left every noble trembling uncontrollably.
Legs buckled. They collapsed helplessly.
Eyes grew hazy—whether from smoke or terror blurring their vision.
No wonder the Second Prince would ally with demons.
Now they finally understood.
The Second Prince himself was a demon.
Owiser's voice boomed forth again—like merged bell tones, chaotic yet heart-stopping.
He glared at the blood-red crocodile, speaking with manic glee:
"Now it's two against one!"
"Advantage: mine!"
Hearing this, several nobles plunged into deeper despair—some fainting outright.
Even those maintaining consciousness bore death-pale faces, lips trembling uncontrollably.
One demon was terrifying enough—now two united, what hope remained?
Amid the nobles' despairing moans, Viktor revealed a contemptuous smile.
"Two against one? You're absolutely right."
The moment those words concluded, Vega's pitch-black eye slowly lifted.
Within that profound, malevolent gaze, light like dark meteors began flickering.
Instantly, the earth trembled.
That enormously massive black toad—as if receiving some signal—swayed back to its feet.
Its bright red tongue retracted swiftly while pitch-black ink filled the cavity.
It had originally stood beside the Second Prince.
But now, under the Second Prince's bewildered, uncomprehending stare—
The toad swaggered forward, belly protruding, step by step approaching the crocodile's side.
It flicked its tongue, rapidly devouring all surrounding ink.
Finally, Yem turned around, bowing respectfully toward Viktor.
Watching this greed demon join his ranks, Viktor's gaze remained serene as he glanced indifferently at the maddened Second Prince.
Standing amid howling wind, snow, and iron shavings, he addressed that massive minotaur slowly:
"But now, it appears you're the one—"
"—isolated and helpless." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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