Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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"¡...!"

As if quite surprised by my question about whether she expected the red moon, Mia's pupils stretched horizontally in an instant and then narrowed. Like a goat.

"As expected... it was Mia, not the 4th Queen."

"I don't know what the princess is talking about."

Mia acted even more pitiful, probably because she didn't seem to notice the change in her eyes.

She pretended to be innocent all the time, constantly shedding tears to garner sympathy from others.

"Mia, do you know what?"

I called her softly.

"You're good at acting with tears, but the performance of your eyes is poor. The repertoire is no different from when you deliberately tripped in front of Philap Montes, so it's boring."

"......"

"The red moon rises and connects the demon realm and the earth to create chaos, you thought it would be a great strategy, but it's boring because it's always the same, you know?"

When the emotions of the devil and Mia were stimulated at the same time, the hands in contact began to tremble.

"Don't you feel ashamed while lying when you know everything?"

I poured divine power into my grip so forcefully that it couldn't be compared to the previous time.

Blood vessels sprouted from her eyes, causing the whites of her eyes to be dyed red.

Seeing her arm turning black from the divine power, Mia trembled, thinking she could no longer hide it.

"... Acting and lying... Don't you feel ashamed?"

She suddenly stopped crying and faced her eyes that had changed like a goat.

"Actually, I find it amusing."

When her attitude suddenly changed in a strange way, the crowd and the research team murmured as if only then they felt a strange sensation.

"Deborah Seymour, if you hadn't bothered me in every way."

"!!!"

"It would have been much more fun."

Suddenly, a burning pain ran through my hand.

A strong demonic energy emanated from her skin upon touch, and my hand holding her wrist turned red as if it had been burned.

I wanted to pull my hand away from the darkening skin, but this time, Mia pressed my arm forcefully.

"Yes, as you said, I was waiting for the red moon to come out."

"[I still remember the shiver of fear that your soul, Nayla, showed when monsters rained from the night sky.]"

As soon as Mia finished speaking, a hoarse voice pierced the eardrums.

"Ha, are you Nayla...? A princess who lived as she pleased is the incarnation of the true Saint? It's not even funny."

Mia's and the devil's voices drilled into their eardrums one after another, and then slowly overlapped into one.

"But the fact that there is no red moon doesn't change your future, which is stained with blood and is nothing but death."

I couldn't tell if it was Mia's words or a curse from the demon that had been on the brink of extinction because of Nayla in the early days of the empire's foundation.