Chapter 52 : Chapter 52
Chapter 52: Miss Demon Making a Decision
Time passed minute by minute, and Iphilia only felt the unease and anguish in her heart growing clearer. She couldn’t sleep at all.
With no other choice, Iphilia turned the light back on, hugging the oversized teddy bear on her bed and staring blankly.
Memories of the past few days with Aimiya flooded her mind—the prank-loving her, the one who teased me first thing in the morning, the one who pulled me away from the black-robed man, the one who took the initiative to escort me home... Countless memories of Aimiya gradually surged up, tilting her already struggling heart toward the side she deemed wrong...
『Should I... go save her?』
『This might be my only chance to be free of her, even if the method is so cruel...』
A choice, a difficult choice.
She desperately wanted to rush out and find Aimiya, but she also knew deep down that in just a few short days, Aimiya had already occupied so much space in her heart.
She didn’t dare imagine what would happen if, in the future, she really... What would she do then?
Iphilia gazed wistfully at the moon.
If Aimiya weren’t an angel, or if she weren’t a demon, she wouldn’t be trapped in such painful conflict at this moment.
But it just had to be... Sigh, who could tell her what she should do?
Angels and demons... what a... hassle...
Looking at the bright, round moon outside the window, for some reason, Iphilia suddenly recalled the time when she had just become a demon... No, just a little before she became a demon.
After she had made that plea for power to her now-Old stinky Dad, the lord of Hell, Satan.
Seated arrogantly on his throne, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Satan’s face.
He slowly descended from the throne, approached Iphilia—who was still a boy at the time—and confirmed with her, word by word:
"Are you certain you want to trade your soul with me for the power to uphold justice? Even if it means falling to become a demon? Even if it means you can never return to the peaceful, warm life you once had? Even if it will bring you endless pain in the future?"
At that time, Iphilia didn’t fully understand what Satan’s words meant.
But perhaps driven by a thirst for power, or by an obsession with revenge and justice, Iphilia nodded without hesitation.
Then, she saw Satan smile and extend his hand toward her.
A surge of scorching yet gentle power enveloped Iphilia.
She felt something dormant within her body suddenly burst forth, and then her vision was engulfed by endless crimson light.
At that moment, just before her consciousness faded, she heard a somewhat childish, soft voice.
『When you have the chance to make a choice, don’t let yourself regret it.』
Though Iphilia still didn’t know who had spoken to her back then, the words had stayed with her ever since.
And now, those words had become the crucial force that helped Iphilia break through her inner demons and take a step forward.
"Yeah... When I have the chance to make a choice, I shouldn’t let myself regret it... I’m such an idiot, a super big idiot! To think I’d be troubled over whether to save someone or not. Like this... how can I call myself a partner of justice..."
Iphilia gave a bitter smile, rubbing her eyes to wipe away the tears in them. Her gaze gradually grew resolute.
She was no longer confused, no longer struggling.
Because at this moment, she had made her decision!
"Future problems can be dealt with later! I don’t know if I’ll regret saving her, but I do know that if I don’t go save her now, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life!"
"Besides, I’m not going to save her because I like her! How could I possibly like an angel? Ahem, that’s right, I just can’t stand seeing someone else lose their life because of that black-robed jerk stalker. A heartless bastard who treats lives like grass deserves to be sent to the eighteenth layer of Hell, never to be redeemed!"
Iphilia gave a smug laugh or two.
Though the details were a bit odd, she had finally found an excuse to convince herself.
Even she knew the excuse was fake... but who cared! As long as she had a reason to go save Aimiya, that was enough, right?
As for liking that scheming, perverted yuri angel... Iphilia wasn’t going to admit that for now.
Future matters could be dealt with step by step! What if she fell for someone else later? Like Nolen-chan, for example? It wasn’t impossible! (Lina: ?)
Iphilia pulled her beloved shotgun from under the hem of her nightgown and pushed open the door of the rental apartment without hesitation, stepping out.
Moonlight streamed in through the stairwell window, casting Iphilia’s shadow onto the apartment behind her.
Unlike last time, this time Iphilia was filled with confidence and pride.
At this moment, she finally looked a bit like the princess of Hell.
But in the next moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and the bone-chilling cold made Iphilia shiver.
Only then did she realize she was wearing only a thin nightgown, with large patches of skin exposed...
"Ahem, better put on some clothes before heading out..."
And so, our beautiful, charming, supremely intelligent, peerlessly wise, breathtakingly gorgeous Hell princess, Miss Demon, turned back, closed the door, and pattered back to her room.
She pulled a very cool trench coat from the wardrobe and slipped it on.
Don’t ask why a girl like Iphilia had such a masculine coat. The answer is: it’s cool!
Iphilia stepped out of the room again.
The night’s cold wind lifted the hem of her trench coat, the wide fabric billowing behind her.
Her light purple hair flowed freely in the wind, framing her figure with both coolness and beauty.
"Now is—the time to execute justice!"
Iphilia flipped out of the stairwell window, her vibrant demon wings unfurling in the air.
With a light flap, Miss Demon transformed into a streak of light purple light, shooting into the sky, heedless of whether anyone might see her.
Even now, Iphilia remembered that night when Aimiya had reached out to her, injured.
After a brief moment of tsundere pride, Iphilia had taken her hand, and the warmth from Aimiya’s palm had etched itself deeply into Iphilia’s heart.
This time, it was Iphilia’s turn to reach out to Aimiya.
"You idiot angel, you better hold on! Wait for me!"