Chapter 23: Human Hunting (4)
I slowly pulled out my finger. My blood and the girl’s saliva were mixed together on it. I wiped my finger on my sleeve. I did so casually as if this injury didn’t bother me one bit.
It seems that hearing the word demonkind had made her perplexed as Laura stared at me blankly. Despite clearly feeling her gaze on me, I pretended as if I didn’t notice as I calmly glanced down at my finger. I did this in order to allow the other party to look at me without reserve.
“Was I too quiet? I asked whether you have any personal grudge or hatred against demonkind. I am not asking this for laughs, Laura. Please answer me seriously.”
“I…… don’t.”
“Fantastic.”
I raised my gaze and looked at her. She flinched.
“I can see your pride. The pride of the strong. Do you not smell a rotten odor coming from somewhere? It is surprisingly similar to flatulence. After you had arbitrarily established your philosophy, you most likely had so much spare time that you could judge others using that philosophy of yours. I can feel it……. To you, the world itself is like a play, so all who appear before you are actors and actresses that go on stage according to the roles you had given them before they eventually walk off stage. In other words, you consider yourself as the playwright. How envious!”
Even I could tell that my voice was drenched in hostility. I couldn’t live properly in my original world, but I suddenly died because of some transcendent being’s whim. Even in this world, the role of Demon Lord which I never wanted was forced upon me. I became an existence that has no other choice but to kill humans in order to survive. Although I don’t know when this world will reach its ending, at the very least, I have to live as a Demon Lord until then. My appearance and departure are nothing more than someone’s amusement.
Laura declared that at least her death belongs to her. I wonder if this little lady has ever imagined the possibility that there could be someone who couldn’t even bask in that such luxury.