Chapter 55: Death Game
“Ggh...”
I coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling the cold bite of the dagger Hestia had plunged into my heart. As my vision began to blur, I forced my head upward.
“I-I did as you asked...”
“......”
“I’m not really going to die here, right? There is a plan... isn’t there?”
The Saintess, who had stubbornly refused my request until the very end before barely agreeing, was now clutching the dagger, panting as she questioned me.
“You didn’t have me kill you just to throw off the chains of the Demon King, right!?”
‘I told you—I’m not a Demon King or anything like that...’
It’s already frustrating enough that I ended up becoming the proxy of the head of the black mages, completely off-script—now she’s calling me the Demon King on top of it? I could cry.
“Haha...”
“D-Don’t laugh! You’re making it sound like you agree with me!”
But with my heart pierced and a fatal wound inflicted, all I could do was gasp for air and offer a faint smile.