"I've made certain," Varlog said, landing back where Nickelson, Cerille, Yilla, Van, and Liliac's corpse were located. "No villages or humans were hit by your attack..." he muttered as he gradually shifted to his human form.
"But you sure gave those nearby quite a fright, Van," he added, his tone more stern as he addressed Van.
Van nodded. "I've walked this path quite a few times. I knew where to strike," he said, clearing his throat.
"And you know I don't make the same mistake twice, Varlog," he added flatly.
"... Yes, I'm aware you're careful. Keep that trait close to your chest," Varlog said, looking squarely at Van.
Meanwhile, Cerille stood behind her father's tall stature, scrutinizing Van and Varlog, and more importantly, the rarity of a high-ranked demon and a human conversing so naturally.
'The boy... No, the man before me right now... is actually him,' Cerille thought, her eyes almost glistening as she watched the armored figure.
'Van... Hellix!'
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"ANNE!! YOU SAID I COULD BE VAN TODAY!!" Cerille screamed.
"ONLY IF YOU WIN, CERILLE!! YOU HAVEN'T BEATEN ME FOR A WEEK IN A ROW!!"
"BUT YOU PROMISED!!!"
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Cerille let out a slight chuckle at the memory.
"A demon worried about humans' safety. What a rare sight. To think you could even have feelings like worry." Nickelson remarked, almost cynically.
"F-father, he—" Cerille tried to interject, looking up at Nickelson, but she was too slow. Van had already turned to face him. "Rarer things have occurred," Van began.
"For example, someone as rotten as you exists and was even brought to the King's Hand position, Nickelson. Therefore," he continued, each word laced with venom, abruptly walking towards Nickelson until he was mere inches away,
"hold your FUCKING tongue, or I'll RIP it out for you," Van growled, his grip on Cerille's greatsword intensifying as he glared at Nickelson.
'What...? Why is... Why is he so angry at Father...?' Cerille thought, confusion evident as she looked at Van.
"Oh? Is that a threat..." Nickelson started, narrowing his eyes, "Meaty?" he mocked.
"Grrggh...!" Van's body tensed, his hyper-condensed fist tightening as memories of being 'trained' by the Capital's First Battalion and by Nickelson flashed through his mind, overwhelming him.
'This is bad... He's going to hit Father!!' Cerille thought, her face paling as she felt the shift in Van's demeanor. Nickelson closed his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable.
"WAI—" she called, but before she could finish, Varlog's palm cut through the air, landing on Van's shoulder. He leaned in close, whispering in English, "Hey," as he drew near Van's ear...
"Thanks for the free parking."
Van immediately froze. "... Varlog. I swear to God, this is not the time. If you continue that—"
"Another; ACTIVIST, Meh-gua-yer," Yilla said as she approached.
"Activist," Varlog replied, "MMmmyesss."
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasyVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
