2-77 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Volume Two, Chapter 77: The Nine-Turn Ace Flying Kick! "Child, this village is done for. Leave here quickly, don't stay with an old man like me who's about to enter the coffin. Run as far as you can." Before the old village chief even finished speaking, the gate to the courtyard was suddenly blown open. A towering and muscular figure appeared at the entrance. "Old man, so you really did discover our secret?" A nightmare demon, with dark horns and a sharp-tipped black tail, swaggered into the courtyard. The difference between nightmare demons and succubi is more than just gender; the tips of their tails also differ. Succubi have heart-shaped tips, while nightmare demons have sharp ones. "Grandpa! I'm scared!" The sheer magnitude of the situation left the child clinging to the elderly man, legs too weak to move. The old village chief gripped his staff tightly, silent. He had long accepted life and death, but the only concern remaining was his young grandson. "Tch, forget it. There's hardly anything left on you to eat anyway, old man. Might as well kill you off. The child, however, might hold some value." The nightmare demon clicked his tongue, advancing towards the grandfather and grandson duo. In his view, being assigned the task of dealing with the man was a waste of time. He had no patience to spend on men; if it weren't for orders, he'd have disposed of them both at once. Men held no interest to him as a nightmare demon; they were of no value at all. "Kid, if you want to live, you'd better listen. This master here doesn't have much patience." The towering nightmare demon said coldly and viciously. "Grandpa, grandpa!" The child clutched his grandfather's hand, sobbing uncontrollably. "Tch, stop your whining. This master hates crying children the most! If you keep it up, I'll send you both to hell right now to reunite!" barked the nightmare demon, extending his sharp claw towards the elder. "Crack!" Before the nightmare demon could reach them, a gleaming ice lance descended from the sky, forcing him back. The intense cold formed a hedge of ice, standing between the grandfather and grandson and their pursuer. "Hey, bullying old people and kids, huh? Why don't you try picking on someone your own size?" "Hmm?" Realizing there was another formidable figure present, the nightmare demon looked towards the blue figure standing atop the courtyard wall. "Blue-haired brat, are you looking to die? Get down here and watch me twist off your head!" The nightmare demon waved his claws menacingly. What an annoyance, he thought. Why did his fellow demons get fresh, delicious women as targets, while he was left with nothing but stinking men? Infuriated, he now only wanted to twist off the head of that blue-haired brat on the wall. "Hey!? Grandpa, look, it's that super cool big brother from before!" The child's eyes widened with awe. "Hahaha! What a good kid. Don't worry, the handsome big brother is here to save you! With me around, you and your grandpa won't be harmed one bit!" Wenny promised with a pat on his chest, pleased by the child's candid compliment. Ah, kids are so adorable. You can tell they're destined for great things. The talents from Carymania Academy couldn't even compare to a child's discerning eye. Kids are truthful. Once people grow up, their hearts get darker, always demeaning those more handsome than themselves. "Blue-haired brat, stop being so vain! Tch, you call all that skin and bones a man? You look more like a sissy, pathetic!" The nightmare demon sneered, unable to stand Wenny's smug expression. "Heh! You, a monster with no concept of aesthetics and chaos in your veins, don't even know how to insult with finesse. You're nothing but a beast," Wenny shot back with a cold snort. "Not even capable of basic insults. Are you underdeveloped, or were you never taught to speak at all?" "What an arrogant human brat," the nightmare demon growled, momentarily stunned by the harsh words before turning a furious gaze on Wenny. "It's been a while since anyone dared speak to me like that." "Forget it, you tasteless monster. I can't imagine what kind of leader raised incompletely developed creatures like you," Wenny commented disdainfully, brushing his hair back. "You dare insult my queen?" The nightmare demon was clearly provoked by these words. "Oh, can't mention her now?" Wenny mocked. "Not just you, any of your so-called queens standing before me would get the same. You are all nothing, understand?" "Today, let me show you the Nine-Turn Ace Flying Kick of Camerla's notorious young lord!" Wenny declared, bending one leg and striking a V pose with his hands. "What the hell is that?" The nightmare demon frowned. "If we're going to fight, then let's fight. What's with the posing?" "That's why you're just a monster oblivious to the aesthetics of violence. Don't you recognize a hero's entrance stance?" Wenny pursed his lips. "Yaaah! Hero transformation!" With a loud shout, Wenny's body began to shine under the light, as silver armor, radiant and gleaming, covered him piece by piece. A fully armored figure emerged in everyone's view. "???" The nightmare demon looked at Wenny as if he were an idiot. So after all that, it was just some summoned soul armor? Let alone, this human's soul armor was nothing but an ancient-looking suit, reminiscent of a time when tribes had barely begun developing summoning spells and engaged in melee knife combat. What era was this? Still clinging to such heavy, useless armor? Humans' brains really didn't work well. "You foolish monster, you'll pay the price for underestimating me." Wenny smirked, launching himself forward with a heavy run, leaping and delivering a falling flying kick towards the nightmare demon. "A dumb attack, livestock," the nightmare demon taunted. "Dumb? Let's see who's dumb," Wenny retorted with a sneer as the demon remained stationary, poised to take the flying kick head-on, clearly underestimating Wenny. In the next moment, the surrounding temperature plummeted. Wenny's armor became coated in a layer of crystal-clear ice, transforming him into a massive chunk of ice hurtling towards the demon. [Ice Skin Technique] "What?!" The nightmare demon was momentarily stunned, realizing too late that this was a feint—far from a reckless, ostentatious physical assault, it was a magical one designed to precipitate his complacency. Yet by the time he attempted to evade, it was too late. Wenny's soaring kick was inches away from his face. "Boom!" Wenny's mighty ice foot slammed into the nightmare demon's face, sending splintered ice shards flying. The vast icy magical energy erupted, shrouding the scene in a freezing mist. "Uuooh?!" The nightmare demon reeled from the impact, teeth flying, cheeks shattered, mouth full of blood before the icy magic overwhelmed him. "This is the secret technique, the Nine-Turn Ace Flying Kick!" Wenny declared as the icy mist dissipated, brushing off the ice fragments with the nonchalance of a grandmaster. "Wooo! Big brother is amazing!" The child’s eyes sparkled with admiration. "Hahaha, just average! I'm a rather low-profile person. Against demons like this, I handle them with the ease of cutting grass," Wenny modestly responded, pleased by the praise. The kid sure is perceptive, full of emotional value, unlike a certain white-haired shorty who constantly douses him with cold water. As for the nightmare demon collapsed on the ground, it had lost three-quarters of its life force, left semi-conscious. If not for the demon’s robust vitality, taking a magical attack head-on without any defensive counter, it would have been dead already, even left alone for a while, it would die soon enough. "Hey, why are you lying down?" Wenny quipped, standing over the nightmare demon and giving it a few kicks. "Weren't you full of yourself earlier? How come even your eyelids are barely twitching now?" "Nonetheless, I'm a benevolent person; I won't just leave you here like this," Wenny remarked while lifting the Ice Fang, preparing to deliver the final blow to the nightmare demon's chest. "I'll send you off to hell right away, but don't worry, you won't be lonely. Soon enough, you'll probably meet many of your own kind." Before he could strike, he sensed a surge of magical energy approaching, forcing him to abandon his finishing move and dodge quickly. "Boom!" A fireball crashed into the spot where he had just stood, demolishing one side of the courtyard wall. "Damn it, trying to sneak attack then, huh? There are two kinds of people I hate: those who ambush others and those who stop me from ambushing others!" Wenny stepped back, brandishing his spear and facing off against the figure at the entrance. "Tsk tsk, I thought this mission was going to be utterly dull, filled with old, weak, and useless garbage, all making me lose my appetite. Who would have thought I'd stumble upon such an appetizing ‘dish’? It’s like hitting the jackpot~," came a teasing female voice from the shadows. A seductive silhouette stepped into the courtyard, her snake-like eyes fixed intently on Wenny, seductively licking her lips. "Oh my, Miss Succubus, are you saying that I, this young master, am quite handsome?" Wenny remained unfazed by being likened to food. His focus was elsewhere, intrigued by the implications of her words. "Mmm, indeed, you're quite pleasing to the eye. I do prefer someone with smooth, fair skin over those big and brawny types," the succubus replied, glancing disdainfully at the nightmare demon lying on the ground, the implication clear. "Hahaha, fool, did you hear that? Even your own kind praises my handsomeness and dislikes your type. You were jealous of my looks all along, weren't you?" Wenny laughed, casually brushing his hair as he taunted the fallen demon. While doing so, Wenny subtly gestured behind him to the elderly village chief, who understood immediately. Taking advantage of the succubus’s focus on Wenny, he quietly led his grandson towards the back gate of the courtyard. "Alright, Miss Succubus, I appreciate your compliments on my looks and charm. It's been so long since someone appreciated this young master's stunning visage. Pity you're not human," Wenny lamented. "I don’t understand, handsome. What does it matter whether I’m human or not?" the succubus teased, slowly approaching. "Non-human experiences can be so much more thrilling." "I can offer you experiences beyond what any human girl could." "Oh? Is that so?" Wenny tilted his head slightly. "Absolutely. Since we seem to like each other, why bother fighting? I don't want to risk damaging you; how else would I 'consume' you later?" The succubus smiled sweetly. "Just relax and let me handle everything~" "Sorry to disappoint, Miss Succubus, but you misunderstood me. What I meant was, I love hearing the things you say, so later..." Wenny's eyes grew cold. "I'll make sure to leave you a whole corpse." "Oh?" The succubus squinted her eyes at his words. "How long have you been tormenting this village, and how many lives have you displaced?" Wenny spun his spear, his gaze icy as it fell upon the succubus. "Demon, every slaughter you commit is marked with a price. Are you ready to pay?" "Haha, excellent! Not biting the hook so easily, huh? I'm growing more fond of you, little handsome," the succubus continued, unbothered, her gaze increasingly infatuated. "Although I appreciate you calling me handsome, to be honest, your kind still disgusts me," Wenny remarked with a raised eyebrow. "If you'd fallen for the bait, I wouldn’t enjoy it as much, but ultimately, you'll still be caught," the succubus said, beckoning Wenny with a wag of her finger. "Come on over to big sis’s side." A heart-shaped charm flew towards Wenny. Wenny leaped to dodge, but the charm followed him like it had a mind of its own, finally colliding with his face and scattered into myriad heart shapes. "Alright, stop struggling. Let’s be happy together~" The succubus cheerfully suggested. Oh? As if hit by a spell, Wenny plummeted to the ground, feeling dizzy and disoriented as he stumbled around, his eyes growing glassy. However, he soon shook his head, breaking into a sweat, and returned to his senses. "What?!" The succubus exclaimed in shock at the sight.