Let the Whales Fight, This Shrimp is Leaving! - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11
‘So…’
The Demon I summoned cannot use its power right now. However, if the root cause is eliminated, it will be able to use it.
On the condition of cooperating to eliminate the root cause, the Demon will help with revenge.
Since I decided not to sell my soul, there is no risk of falling into Hell.
‘……That’s not bad.’
Of course, any contract requires careful consideration.
It was a proposal far too sweet to accept blindly. There was bound to be a trap.
“How do you plan to find the Demon that needs to be dealt with?”
[I’ll have to find the human who contracted with them and beat it out of them.]
……A human who made a contract?
Inadvertently, my head turned.
Deyan, nailed to the wall, remained unconscious.
“……You said there are no Demons who can cross over to the Human Realm, right?”
[No, I’m an exception now.]
Beval postured, puffing out his chest proudly.
[Because you called me.]
“Right.”
[I purposely made the summoning conditions easy just to come to the Human Realm, but these foolish humans didn’t look for me at all.]
“Ah.”
A heart and thirteen drops of blood. I felt like I understood how this discrepancy occurred.
This Demon desperately wanted to come up to the Human Realm by any means necessary.
Beval was still chattering away beside me.
[But then you called me at just the perfect moment.]
“If I don’t sign a contract, what happens to you, Beval?”
I asked, keeping my gaze fixed on Deyan. The Angel then answered excitedly.
[Since the purpose of your summoning is gone, you will soon lose your power and return to Hell or fade away. You’ve thought well, Giselle.]
[No! Think about it carefully again, Giselle. It’s true that I can’t use my power, but that only refers to most of my demonic power. I’m still stronger than you humans.]
“If Beval continues to stay in the Human Realm, what will you do, Sariel?”
[I will remain. It is also our mission to monitor that fellow to ensure he doesn’t play any tricks.]
Oh, really?
I looked back and forth between the beaming Angel and the flustered Demon.
‘So, that means I have the upper hand right now, doesn’t it?’
The Angel wants me not to contract with the Demon, and the Demon is the one in a desperate position.
Although I was prepared for Hell, it’s only human nature to avoid it if possible, right?
The situation was turning in my favor.
This was all thanks to the blood of Deyan Boislav Nemanic.
‘Right after the summoning, Beval asked whose blood it was, didn’t he?’
It was Deyan’s blood.
Why did it react to his blood?
The answer was simple. The Demon who bestowed the Power of Immortality upon Deyan is precisely ‘that Demon’ Beval is looking for.
“Hehe.”
I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t.
I slightly covered the corner of my mouth with my fingertips and began to laugh, my shoulders shaking.
“Hehe. Hehehehe…….”
Seeing me suddenly laughing, the Angel and the Demon froze in shock.
[……G, Giselle……?]
“Giggle.”
[Giselle? Why, why are you laughing?]
“Hahaha!”
Pinned by a glowing nail and hanging dangling from the wall, this enemy knight was so lovely I could hardly bear it.
‘You were the clue to all the problems.’
I gently cupped Deyan’s cheeks with both hands.
Feeling my body heat, he seemed to regain consciousness, knitting his brows.
“Groan…….”
“Sir Nemanic. Pull yourself together.”
“Ugh…….”
“Does it hurt a lot? Can you understand what I’m saying?”
Caressing his cheeks and the nape of his neck as if treating a sweet lover, I brought him back to his senses.
Finally, Deyan slowly lifted his eyelids.
I waited for him to take me into his blurry vision.
“……Lady Hubert?”
“Are you feeling a bit more clear-headed?”
“What on earth is this……. No, what happened?”
“Who knows? More importantly, I have something to tell you, Sir.”
“Pardon? In this situation, what kind of…….”
I leaned in close to his ear and whispered rapidly.
“You haven’t forgotten that you promised to help with my revenge, right?”
“…….”
“So, make a deal with me.”
I will help you break your Curse, so you help me with my revenge.
“I just thought of a very good idea.”
I offered a slight smile to Deyan, who was still disoriented, before walking over to kneel in front of the Angel.
“Sariel.”
[Giselle. You have thought well.]
I don’t know what he was misunderstanding, but Sariel smiled gently and stroked my head.
[Yes. You must not carelessly join hands with a Demon.]
“No, that’s not it.”
[A wise choice……. Huh?]
“It’s just that I thought of something I want to pray for to you right now, Sariel.”
They say that originally, a prayer is meant to be made for others, not oneself.
“Please give me a chance to save the soul of that pitiful, foolish enemy knight.”
I looked up at Sariel like an innocent child, my eyes welling with tears.
The hand that had been stroking my head as if dealing with a young child came to a sudden halt.
“Did you hear my prayer?”
[…….]
[What is she talking about right now?]
At the same time Beval’s bewildered voice echoed from behind, a loud scream pierced through the Corridor.
“Argh! Your Grace! Please save me!”
I turned my head, brightening up.
‘He’s not dead yet?’
Through the door that Deyan Boislav Nemanic had smashed, a ‘horse’ came rushing in.
“Hey, you crazy woman!”
Holdin, who had taken a pathetic tumble, crawled clumsily along the floor on his backside.
Behind him, Giselle emerged, holding a sword that emitted a blue glow.
“I am sorry, Lady Hubert. I will dispose of this man right away.”
“Don’t kill me, Lady Hubert! If you look closely, I might be of some use!”
“Is that so?”
“Yes! Earlier, I just lost my mind for a moment…….”
Holdin, who was frantically begging for his life, gradually widened his eyes.
“……Who on earth are you people?”
He had belatedly noticed the Angel and the Demon.
I left Holdin, who had frozen stupidly, to figure out the situation on his own and spoke.
“Giselle. That’s enough, wait in the Corridor. That man still has a use.”
Then I approached Holdin and slapped a hand onto his shoulder.
“Choose, Sir. Will you watch your superior receive divine punishment from an Angel right now? Or will you do as I command? Prove your utility.”
“Pardon? Punishment, what do you mean by……. And what is that Angel?”
Holdin’s gaze, distorted by all kinds of questions, landed on Deyan hanging from the wall.
His mouth fell open to its limit.
“Y-Your Grace……!”
I firmly blocked him as he tried to rush over to Deyan.
“Make your choice first.”
“Damn it! What choice are you telling me to make!”
“You enter into a Contract with the Demon.”
I pointed to Beval, whose eyes were shining with interest.
“In my place.”
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Holdin doubted his own ears.
He even wondered if his mind had gone completely askew due to the life-threatening danger looming right before his eyes.
“Right now, what are you saying…… no, excuse me?”
“Of course, you don’t have a choice.”
Fortunately, he hadn’t gone mad.
“Cough!”
“Because the moment you refuse, you will die.”
The one who was mad was the lady in front of him, Giselle Hubert.
Holdin tried to pry away the slender hand that was gripping his throat, its nails dug in tight.
However, the harder he resisted, the stronger the woman’s grip became.
‘What kind of woman has this much strength……!’
Do they say that when a person is cornered, superhuman strength comes out?
This out-of-her-mind lady was exactly like that.
To suddenly rush in, tackle a person down, straddle him, and strangle him by the neck.
The wound from the sword Giselle had brandished hadn’t even healed yet, and his neck was targeted again.
‘Is there something special about my neck or what!’
Holdin tried desperately to escape from Giselle, whose clear green eyes flashed as she choked him.
His suppressed throat throbbed with pain, and his vision blurred from his narrowed airway.
“You make a Contract with the Demon. Pray to find the culprit who killed my mother so I can have my revenge. In return, tell him you’ll grant him time to stay in the Human Realm.”
“Cough, hack……!”
“Then I will pray to that Angel over there. To let him break Sir Nemanic’s Curse.”
A bright smile.
Giselle’s coral lips curled up evenly.
A noble lady who spouted nonsense while smiling blindingly and beautifully, and simultaneously strangled someone.
‘She’s crazy. She’s crazy, she’s crazy!’
“My words. You understood them, right?”
Giselle asked with a smiling face.
At the edge of Holdin’s blurred vision, he could see Deyan hanging from the wall.
From the pure white nail piercing his shoulder, a mysterious light was faintly radiating.
No matter who looked at it, it was not the work of a human.
And there were two non-humans looking on at this situation.
Especially the Demon, who seemed to find this turn of events thoroughly entertaining.
‘There’s no way out.’
Holdin nodded frantically, struggling to supply oxygen to his brain.
“I, I underst…….”
I understand, you crazy woman.
‘Let go of my neck……!’
At this rate, his breath would be cut short before he could even make a Contract with the Demon.

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