"For someone , wouldn’t it be better to just kill them?"
Upon reuniting with the two, Lisidorwei spoke these words: "Isn’t this Frodonick the person who wronged you?"
Mohe spread her hands: "I’m just making a deal with Doro, that’s all. I don’t really care about the specifics."
As she reached this point, a smile appeared on her face: "You said you’d help me retrieve my right hand, what are you planning? That’s Saintess Charlette after all, your old flame from the past. Can you handle her now?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ noᴠelfire.net
Mohe couldn’t beat Saintess Charlette now, and besides, that woman is conservative and quite wise, making it difficult to defeat her with schemes. Although it isn’t necessary to retrieve the right hand first, gathering other parts is also a good choice. However, reclaiming the right hand is best as it will at least return the power of the ’Curse’, giving her enough direct combat strength.
Despite the fact that curse methods are actually rather roundabout.
"Charlette is hard to deal with, it’s almost impossible to deceive her like you did before. Even if she leaves, she’ll take your right hand with her." Doro analyzed and said, "But that doesn’t concern me, does it? Our deal is for me to help you retrieve the right hand; you have to come up with the plan. I’m just here to cooperate with your actions."
Mohe paused, her smile becoming playful: "It’s quite unexpected, Mr. Doro, for you to say such things. Normally you’re such a nice guy, why not be a nice guy for me too? Do you dislike me that much? Aren’t I cute?"
She deliberately showed a coquettish demeanor and tried to sway her body.
"...Mohe, although you’re somewhat cute, teasing is best suited for mature and sexy beauties, like the Snow Elves for example."
"Wow, your comment is full of middle-aged vibes. I just know you kinds of uncles have only these things in your heads. As long as you see a snowy white what-not in front of you, you lose all reasoning."
Lisidorwei glanced at Doro: "Is that true, Lord Doro?"
"..." Doro could only respond with silence.
How should he answer? Say he doesn’t like snowy white what-not?
Such dishonest words wouldn’t come out of his mouth.
Mohe put away her playful demeanor: "Regardless, let’s go back for now. Frodonick should be assumed ’dead.’ Tomorrow the news about you will spread worldwide, and being wanted will be inevitable. I suppose the ones able to find you might be your team’s Astrologer or Curse Master... But theoretically, these two wouldn’t dare come looking for you."
She earnestly analyzed the situation of the former Hero team: "Unless they’ve joined forces again, but how could that be?"
But how could that be...
Upon hearing Mohe’s words, Doro couldn’t resist a self-mocking smile. He knew Mohe was right; the former Hero team, established to defeat the Demon King, had long since fractured, and everyone had started embracing their own lives... No, to say ’embracing their lives’ wasn’t entirely accurate. They simply had more important things now.
Important enough to make them turn against former companions.
"Alright, let’s carry this guy back. Let him lie here until you’ve made up your mind and call me when you have."
The group carried Frodonick back to Baixi Town.
Doro decided to revive Frodonick, yet the Demon King’s blood was limited to a single drop. Lisidorwei needed it to extend her life, reviving Frodonick required it too, and the same was true for helping his right hand recover. Mohe had made it clear—she wanted Doro to pay more.
For instance, perhaps by offering up her legs.
Doing one or doing three, is it all the same?
He shouldn’t think this way.
Just like Doro told Mohe, he knew clearly he was walking down a wrong path—
But he had long lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong.
He looked at Frodonick lying on the bed, recalling the first time he met him. The way Frodonick looked at him with admiration; back then, he thought he would always guide youths like Frodonick, believing his conduct, his words, would illuminate the way, believing he was born with the mission to direct people towards virtue...
But what had he accomplished?
He had lost everything.
Lisidorwei entered Mohe’s room, looking tense. She kept rubbing the hem of her skirt.
"Lisidorwei, there’s no need to be so anxious. You’re the strong one now, and the strong have the right to speak." Mohe held a wine bottle, smiling, "This is a rare honey wine, seldom circulated in the town. Getting hold of it was quite helpful. Doro should like it. Consider it yours; you can drink it with him."
However, Lisidorwei came before Mohe and knelt down: "Lord Demon King!"
Mohe’s smile gradually faded, her brows furrowing: "What is the meaning of this?"
She set the bottle heavily on the table with a thud, making one worry if the bottle might shatter.
Her demeanor terrified Lisidorwei. From the past to now, her fear of the Demon King had never subsided. Currently, the fear the Demon King instilled was even greater than before.
But despite her inner fear, she bit her lip and said: "Can you, can you let the Hero go?"
, she pleaded to Mohe: "The Hero has already suffered enough pain and sorrow... I don’t want to see him in such agony, I want him to relax and rest, to smile... If being by your side, receiving your orders and being used by you, he’ll only become more pained... I will steal Frodonick’s body and hide... I’ll quietly die; please, please help him restore his hand, and after retrieving your right hand, remove his curse..."
Sincerely kneeling on the ground, Lisidorwei buried her head low, expressing her respectful plea: "I’m begging you!"
For a being like the Demon King, threats? Interests? None truly mattered. Only by kneeling and requesting some compassion, seeing if she might show sympathy, or rather, seeing if she might find amusement.
Lisidorwei was correct.
Mohe’s smile began to return, showing some interest.
"Well then. A former subordinate pleading with me , if I don’t agree, I seem somewhat inhumane. Do I come across as that hateful person? I’ve always shown kindness and tolerance. You don’t want him to continue falling into the abyss... That’s fine, I’m very moved, Lisidorwei, as my failed creation... After all these years, you’ve finally shown me some potential. Speaking of which, the first two failures also knelt before me ~ What do you think?"
Lisidorwei remained kneeling, keeping her head low.