Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord

Chapter 110 - On My Way

"That was..."

"...easy," Mika and Rika muttered in unison, standing amidst the carnage in the dungeon. Blood stained their faces and bodies, dripping onto the floor as they scanned the room with flat, detached gazes. Around them lay the corpses of guards, while hundreds of prisoners stared at them from within cages and cells.

"Kinda expected we'd need a whole arc for this..." Rika murmured, her voice tinged with faint disbelief.

"No, Rika," Mika interjected sharply, her tone steady. "Some of these might've given us trouble."

"That was before we joined Magus,"

"It was bound to be easy..." Rika chimed in.

"...as we are now," they concluded in tandem, their words hanging heavy in the silent dungeon. The prisoners looked on, their wonder mingling with fear as they took in the two bloodstained figures.

"T-Those are..."

"Mika and Rika. You two escaped Salem as well!?" a prisoner called out from one of the cells, their voice trembling with hope.

"Indeed," the twins chimed in unison, their calm demeanor unnerving yet reassuring.

"Now, let's make haste and free you so that..."

"...you can return to your homes. Be..."

"...wary, though. It will be a long..."

"...walk back to the Capital," they cautioned, their words flowing seamlessly as they moved swiftly, unlocking the cells and releasing the prisoners.

"Thank you... thank you!!" the newly freed slaves cried out, their voices a mix of relief and gratitude as they passed the twins. Despite their neglected state, their beauty still shone through—Salem had chosen his victims meticulously. Well-endowed, male and female, from all races—they were a tragic reflection of his twisted tastes.

'Michael... honey...' a woman thought silently, clutching her young daughter tightly as they joined the growing crowd of freed captives. 'We're coming...!'

----- MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE CAPITAL ------

"Lizzy, Anne—you're back sooner than usual," Marcy called out, finishing up with a patron as she noticed the pair walk through the door, their faces calm and unbothered.

"We didn't want to keep you and Miss Misa alone for long," Lizzy replied casually.

"..." Marcy's eyes narrowed slightly as she scanned the two. Something felt off.

"Where's Michael?" she asked, her tone sharp with impatience.

"He had to go back home," Anne replied. "Said he needed to help his father with something. He'll be back soon."

"Haaaah... Fine," Marcy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I suppose that's on me for giving you such a long time off. Alright, back to work, you two."

A door creaked open, sunlight spilling into the darkened house. The air was heavy with the smell of rot, the interior trashed and neglected.

"Hello, Dad," Michael called flatly as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His expression was blank, his gaze distant.

"Michael," his father rasped, barely lifting his head from where he slumped over the table. A cup of ale, only half-full, sat forgotten by his side.

"Why... why aren't you outside?" his father asked, his voice rough and slurred.

"Oh, I..." Michael cleared his throat, stepping past him toward his room. "I needed to pick something up," he said quietly.

"...Okay," his father muttered, his tone flat. After a pause, he added, "Just... hurry up and leave."