Pretending to Be Human Is Exhausting Again Today - Chapter 47

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Struggling to Pretend to Be Human Today Episode 047

 

“Ah, urgh…”

 

Ruslara’s judgment became clouded by the sudden pain.

 

Rather than wondering who that woman was or why she spoke to her like a soldier, a strong instinct to escape from this place moved her body first.

 

Looking down at Ruslara’s struggle to escape even by crawling on the ground, the demon with purple hair spoke.

 

“Oh my, trying to run away?”

 

When she flicked her finger once more, tree roots similar to the one that pierced through Ruslara’s thigh sprouted from the ground. Thinking she might die if hit once more, Ruslara squeezed her eyes shut.

 

“…Hmm, no. If I kill her like this, another clue will disappear.”

 

But as if suddenly changing her mind, she stopped her attack.

 

Then she strode toward Ruslara who had collapsed on the ground.

 

Only then could Ruslara properly see the face of the woman with purple hair.

 

‘She’s just a kid?’

 

It was a youthful face that looked like she had just barely become an adult. Roughly tied purple hair, eyes of the same color, sharp cat-like eyes and a small mouth.

 

If not for the sinister aura she felt, one could believe she was a girl from some fairy tale.

 

Contrary to Ruslara’s impression, the woman interrogated her with a voice full of murderous intent.

 

“Now that you’ve had a taste of pain, do you feel like answering? I’ll ask again, you’re Baobhan sith, right?”

 

The woman’s eyes held conviction. Ruslara clutched her bleeding leg and answered.

 

“Urgh… Yes.”

 

“Why did you try to run? Are you hiding something?”

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re the one who attacked first.”

 

“Ha, ‘you’?”

 

The woman raised the corner of her mouth in a twisted smile.

 

“Insubordination to this degree is almost an art. Let’s see, I should pull out a molar or two to make you speak properly… Huh?”

 

At that moment, the woman who had been glaring at Ruslara widened her eyes.

 

“What’s this magical power. You’re not a soldier?”

 

“Soldier?”

 

“It means you don’t have the magical power of a trained soldier, you idiot.”

 

Saying this couldn’t be right, the woman frowned.

 

Having no way of knowing that those trained as soldiers could recognize each other’s magical power, Ruslara couldn’t understand what she was talking about.

 

“Aren’t all Baobhan sith soldiers? Then why is your magical power unidentifiable…”

 

The woman who had been muttering suddenly snapped her fingers as if something occurred to her.

 

“Ah! Are you a descendant born after migrating to the Human Realm? Then you might not know.”

 

“…!”

 

It was an accurate deduction. Cold sweat flowed from Ruslara’s forehead.

 

“Then you don’t know my identity either… Hey, do you know my name? It’s Asmo-rina.”

 

‘Asmo?’

 

It was similar to Asmodina’s name. But she couldn’t show familiarity to this unidentified person, so Ruslara shook her head.

 

“I don’t know. I’ve never heard it before.”

 

Mihilda had told Ruslara various heroic tales, but none of them included a story with the name Asmo-rina.

 

“Ah, should I believe this or not. I thought all Baobhan sith would know me…”

 

She frowned, saying this was troublesome. Ruslara wondered if she felt guilty about hurting someone she’d never met, but her next words were the complete opposite.

 

“Can’t be helped. Who told you to run away so pathetically?”

 

“What…”

 

At that moment, Asmo-rina grabbed Ruslara’s throat. The magical power contained in that grip was so strong that Ruslara couldn’t possibly resist with her own strength.

 

“Kugh…!”

 

Toward the struggling Ruslara, Asmo-rina spoke indifferently.

 

“I can’t do bothersome things like interrogation. So it would be best for you to conduct yourself wisely.”

 

Then she continued lightly, as if explaining the rules of a game.

 

“I’m going to keep applying pressure like this. If you answer my questions before you die, I’ll let you go. If you don’t know or don’t want to answer, that can’t be helped. Just nod if you want to speak.”

 

Without giving Ruslara time to understand and respond to her words, Asmo-rina casually said ‘Then let’s start-‘ and began applying force to her hand.

 

‘She really intends to kill me!’

 

Her eyes were dry, as if looking at an insect. To show not the slightest hesitation in killing a stranger whose name she didn’t even know.

 

Ruslara felt as if she was facing a being from another dimension.

 

“Do you know who the demon called Asmodina is? Where is she?”

 

“…!”

 

The first question was shocking.

 

Since their names were similar, she had wondered, and indeed she seemed to know Asmodina.

 

She could also learn one fact.

 

‘This person doesn’t know about Princess Deina!’

 

Ruslara forced her trembling lips open to answer.

 

“Who… is that?”

 

“I told you I hate it when you ask back. And if you don’t know, just die.”

 

Though it was a question to gain clues, Asmo-rina showed no intention of compromise and instead applied more force to her hand. The pressure grew stronger until it became difficult to even make a small sound.

 

At the same time, all sorts of questions swam through her mind.

 

‘She knows that Asmodina is in the Human Realm, but why doesn’t she know about the Princess? And why does she think the Baobhan sith would know her whereabouts?’

 

There were insufficient clues to resolve the questions.

 

“I can see all your idle thoughts. Do you want to die?”

 

“Urgh…!”

 

The pressure intensified as if telling her to choose between dying or answering.

 

Though she had thought the woman was a soldier because she had mentioned military discipline when they first met, Ruslara was certain she had been mistaken.

 

Even if she was indeed a soldier, she wouldn’t be the honorable and upright soldier she had heard about from her grandmother.

 

Rather, the demon before her eyes was similar to the known identity of demons.

 

An evil being that treated life as worthless and tried to solve everything with violence.

 

Her reason for seeking Deina was surely not a good one.

 

‘Then all the more…!’

 

She couldn’t reveal information about Deina.

 

Judging by the magical power transmitted through her skin, Asmo-rina was a formidable demon comparable to Deina. She couldn’t allow such a dangerous person to approach Deina.

 

Even if she died here and now.

 

Seeing Ruslara’s eyes that had become firm with resolve, Asmo-rina whistled as if impressed.

 

“Ha! Now you’re not having idle thoughts. …Can’t be helped.”

 

“…!”

 

Perhaps noticing that she was prepared to die, Asmo-rina applied even more force.

 

At that moment, Ruslara instinctively felt that death had arrived.

 

“It’s frustrating, but you’re pretty cool. If you’re reborn next time, not in this damn world but as my subordinate…”

 

Just as she was giving praise mixed with mockery.

 

“See, my intuition is reliable.”

 

“…!”

 

Deep darkness split between Asmo-rina and Ruslara.

 

Surprised only briefly, Asmo-rina tried to dispel the darkness using her magical power.

 

But it was useless. The darkness instead dyed the surroundings even more strongly, and through the gap, a white hand emerged and pulled Ruslara back.

 

“This is… a darkness spirit.”

 

A darkness spirit skilled in deception and trickery.

 

Asmo-rina, who had noticed the spirit’s identity, concentrated magical power in her eyes. The form of the man hiding in the darkness became faintly visible.

 

It was Grid, Deina’s merchant.

 

“Should I say you have good insight, to think such a dangerous encounter would happen.”

 

As if uninterested in Grid’s muttering, Asmo-rina asked.

 

“Who are you? A demon?”

 

“No. I’m a passerby.”

 

“You’re talking bullshit.”

 

She vigorously waved her hand. Strong magical power created a gust of wind that shook the darkness. Grid, experiencing such magical power for the first time, broke into a cold sweat and muttered.

 

“At this rate, I’m really going to die.”

 

“Spirit mage. Put that woman down. Or I’ll kill you too.”

 

“That’s a lie. You’re planning to kill us both anyway, aren’t you?”

 

“I hate it when people talk back!”

 

With Asmo-rina’s shout, dozens of tree roots burst out from the ground. Grid immediately shouldered Ruslara and leaped into the air.

 

Darkness became his foothold, allowing him to soar high into the sky.

 

Grid’s escape skills, honed over decades, were something even the mighty Asmo-rina couldn’t match.

 

“Stop right there!”

 

“Haha, like I’d stop just because you’re crazy!”

 

Even as his body trembled from her overwhelming magical power, Grid delivered a mischievous farewell.

 

Ruslara, whose consciousness had been fading due to blood loss from her thigh and lack of oxygen, forced herself to lift her head and look at Asmo-rina.

 

In her gradually distancing vision, she saw Asmo-rina standing still and glaring in their direction, seemingly having given up the chase.

 

The Violet Demon standing under the moonlight looked beautiful even in this desperate situation.

 

The moment their eyes met, Asmo-rina muttered something.

 

Ruslara tried her best to read those lip movements.

 

“If you’re a traitor, be prepared.”

 

‘Traitor? Who?’

 

But the distance between them had grown too far to ask that question.

 

Ruslara closed her eyes on Grid’s shoulder like that. Feeling her body temperature growing cold, Grid shouted urgently.

 

“Wait, wait! You can’t die there! Stay conscious!”

 

‘Who is this man, anyway?’

 

Somehow, all the people she’d met today seemed to be strange ones.

 

Leaving behind such a worthless assessment, she closed her eyes.

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