Youngest on Top - Chapter 266

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Chapter 266

Kaishurit undoubtedly carried Behemoth’s aura within him.
The young demon tilted his head and opened his mouth.

“Isn’t it because of the power Your Majesty shared with me back then?”
“Over a decade ago, we made a contract with the Parmanase Temple to send one demon.”
“Right. Because of the contract conditions imposed by Parmanase’s minions, I sent a mirror demon.”

The young demon crossed his arms and drifted through the empty air.
His sleek black tail spiraled in a graceful helix.

“Ugh, I’m so jealous~? I should’ve gone back then. I wanted to play with Sae again after so long!”

Behemoth’s gaze turned toward the young demon.
The young demon flinched and quickly added more.

“I mean, as Your Majesty’s loyal servant, I wanted to bring Your Majesty’s darling to you with my own hands~.”
“…”
“Oops.”

Behemoth’s face contorted as if he’d bitten into a worm.
The attendant spoke with a cold expression.

“A man over a thousand years old wearing a child’s skin, spouting such pathetic cuteness and offending His Majesty’s eyes. Has your mind regressed along with your appearance?”
“What! Why am I stuck like this anyway! It’s all because Sae and I were having too much fun together and fell out of favor with the jealous Your Majesty— Mmph!”

The young demon clamped his mouth shut and cautiously glanced at Behemoth.

“Oops?”
“…”
“…”

Behemoth and the attendant turned their heads away without a word.
As if avoiding something filthy.
And as if such pathetic cuteness had never existed, they opened their mouths.

“The power you gave me back then through our contract? That’s far too weak for this….”
“…It is an excessively potent curse, I must admit.”

A curse deeply rooted within Kaishurit.
It was no ordinary curse.
A virulent poison that consumed sensation and life itself, gnawing even at the soul.
It was the most formidable curse wielded by Behemoth, who commanded the Dead Sea of the Demon Realm.

“…A mere human cannot wield my power. Besides, that bastard carries the blood of mythology.”
“He possesses a natural resistance to curses, after all.”
“Right. A clumsy imitation would never succeed.”
“Your Majesty means….”

Behemoth fell silent.
His gaze merely deepened as he stared at the gate.
The Attendant cautiously broached the subject.

“Your Majesty appears troubled.”
“Of course I am.”
“Surely the curse’s nature weighs on your mind—.”
“That bastard is alone in a sealed space with my darling.”
“….”
“…Hmm? Why that expression?”
“…It is nothing, Your Majesty.”

The Attendant quietly closed his mouth.
Behemoth glared at the gate with obvious displeasure.

“What if my darling is unfaithful? I can only sense her presence through the barrier, not see her properly. If that fox-like bastard seduces my darling….”

At those words, the Young Demon burst into raucous laughter.

“Puhaha! Your Majesty, really! At least start dating Sae first before you say such things. Cheating when you’re not even dating? Puhahahaha!”
“….”
“Ha, ha…. My apologies.”
“It seems insufficient to keep you as a young demon. Shall I make it so you were never born at all?”

A threat of death.
The Young Demon broke into a cold sweat and flattered with all his might.

“What I meant was! There’s no need to worry about infidelity. How could Your Majesty’s darling play around with another man when you’re around?”
“….”
“To Your Majesty’s darling, you are the most special existence.”
“Is that so?”
“Of course! Sae chased all the way to the Demon Realm saying she’d kill you—you’re the only one she’d do that for! She just crushes and brushes off everything else!”
“Hmm….”

The corners of Behemoth’s mouth lifted slightly.
The young demon exhaled a sigh of relief.
It was truly touching flattery.

* * *

Inside the Gate.
Kaishurit watched the scene before him with an expressionless face.

“Is this all you can manage?”

A whip made of light lashed across Saelika’s collapsed body.
Saelika no longer moved at all.
After being whipped so many times, even the burning pain could no longer stimulate her.

The Temple Priest who witnessed this curled his red lips into a sneer.

“Ah, don’t worry. Have you heard? The story of a swordsman who awakened and grew stronger when facing death?”
“A Temple Priest is no different.”
“You can manifest more divine power. I’ll help you. If you face death a few times, you’ll grow stronger.”

Saelika was dragged upward like a sacrifice offered upon an altar.

“Well, they say most of the time you just die instead.”
“So you’d better become desperate enough not to die, right?”

What happened after that was too horrific to witness with open eyes.
Yet Kaishurit never once turned his gaze away.
He didn’t even blink.
Standing as if nailed to that spot, he witnessed it all without missing a single moment.

All expression had drained from her face, leaving it as numb as a wax figure.
Yet the tendons and veins bulging from her arms spoke volumes about the emotions churning within him as he stood in this place.

The light faded from Saelika’s eyes.
The draining of life seemed tangible enough to grasp.

The moment Kaishurit could no longer hold back and took a step forward.
Amelia appeared in a flash of light.

“Oh my, Amelia. Why are you here…? You shouldn’t have to see something this filthy.”
“P, please save me….”

Amelia gazed at Saelika, who was pleading for salvation with a shocked expression.
Even faced with that terrifying and dreadful sight, Amelia did not flee.
Instead, she approached Saelika and extended her hand.

In an instant, light returned to Saelika’s eyes.
Clear hope bloomed in her blue irises, even amidst the mire.
As though Amelia were a savior herself.
And.

“I won’t let your efforts go to waste!”

The moment Amelia made her vow with a resolute expression.

“I’ll become the greatest Sacred Maiden! For you!”

The trembling blue irises began to darken and wither.
Kaishurit watched, his breath forgotten.

Could he blame Saelika for still trusting Amelia, despite all the suffering she had endured because of her?
He could not fault her for her foolishness.
Because he had seen it all.
The life Saelika had lived before the regression.

Kind and gentle, a Sacred Maiden who saved everyone—Amelia.
In that abnormally narrow world, Saelika had been raised almost as though brainwashed.

“As expected of our Amelia. How can you be so pure-hearted?”
“Hehe.”

Beatrix gazed at Amelia with an expression of pure adoration, cradling her tenderly.
Amelia smiled shyly, her face brimming with satisfaction.

‘If I were to drive a blade through that face.’

What would happen?
Would it simply contort?
Would it tear?

Whatever the case, that repugnant smile would vanish.

Crack.
My fingers twitched.
My entire body trembled with the urge to seize the life from both of them and cast them before the fallen Saelika.
But.

‘I must endure.’

This was not my burden to bear.
If I wait, and wait, and wait, surely she will come.
Overcoming everything.
Shattering everything.

‘Just as you shattered me when the curse was consuming my very being—’

Boom!
A deafening roar erupted.
In that same instant, Amelia and Beatrix’s faces shattered into fragments and crumbled away.

Kaishurit’s gaze remained fixed, unable to look away.
Beyond the wreckage, Saelika stood.
Breathing heavily.

“Gasp, huff, gasp.”

Saelika slowly lifted her head.
Their eyes met.

“So you were here.”
“Yeah.”
“Ha ha, ha… I’ve broken it all. This was the last one.”

Saelika’s face was slightly contorted.
But she was definitely smiling.
Unlike before, when she couldn’t manage a proper smile with her rigid expression.

A refreshing face that seemed to radiate an inexplicable sense of liberation.
Only then could Kaishurit smile.

Countless pasts that endlessly revived and moved within her.
He wished for Saelika to overcome all of those pasts with her own hands.

“I was waiting for you.”

Simple and ordinary words.
Saelika faltered.

For some reason, her chest ached with a sharp pang.
It was an indescribable feeling.
But seeing Shuri’s smiling face.

“Yeah!”

With that cry, she could smile back at him.
Saelika approached Kaishurit with lighter steps, then stopped short.

“What happened to your hands!”

Kaishurit’s hands were in terrible condition.

“It’s nothing serious.”
“Nothing serious, my—”

Saelika’s words trailed off as she examined his hands.

‘This is—a wound I inflicted upon myself.’

There was nothing harder than simply waiting.
Yet Kaishurit waited all along.

‘Because she trusts me.’

Kaishurit asked playfully, observing Saelika’s subdued expression.

“I’m injured—will the Sacred Maiden bless me?”
“That would be a heal, not a blessing.”
“No, I’d prefer a blessing.”
“A blessing?”
“There’s no holy water here and no altar, so I suppose I’ll have to perform an abbreviated blessing.”

Saelika’s face, which had tilted in confusion, suddenly flushed crimson.
There was one time, long ago, when she had given Kaishurit an abbreviated blessing.

“This is normally expensive. I don’t do it often. The waiting list is completely full.”

She had rattled off excuses like rapid gunfire.
On his forehead.

“It’s abbreviated. For a true blessing, I’d need holy water and an altar, and there’s so much to prepare.”
“….”
“Since you said you were injured because of me. So this time only, I’m making a special exception.”

Saelika asked, somewhat surprised.

“That was years ago—you still remember that?”
“You’re the first and last woman to kiss me so boldly.”
“A kiss?! That was a sacred blessing!”

Saelika protested, her face flushed as red as a perfectly ripe apple, utterly delectable.
Kaishurit felt his mouth go dry.

“So I’m curious.”

His voice dropped lower.
Saelika’s shoulders tensed at the warmth of his breath brushing against her ear.

“Have you ever done this for anyone else besides me?”
“…I, I don’t know.”
“Liar.”
“I really don’t know.”
“You said you don’t do this for just anyone. You said you do it specially for me.”

When I lifted my gaze slightly, my eyes met Kaishurit’s directly.
From very, very close.

“So you’ve done this for every man out there.”
“….”
“I should have realized it from the moment you kept pinning me down over and over.”

It was the moment Kaishurit turned his head away with an unusually sullen expression.

Smack.
A soft, warm sensation touched my cheek.

“I, I really don’t do this for anyone. I d-do it specially for you.”

The most certain answer of all.
With my head bowed, I stammered out the words.

“Thank you for waiting for me.”

Kaishurit stared at Saelika blankly.
The tips of his exposed ears had turned crimson.

“…Ha.”

A belated exclamation escaped him.

‘…And she calls me a fox.’

He had been deliberately seducing Saelika, so he had no complaints about being called such a name.
Whether a fox or a cunning wolf, he would become anything to seduce Saelika.

But the overwhelming sense of injustice was unavoidable.

‘They say the scariest thing is lacking awareness of it.’

It was true.

Kaishurit touched his cheek without realizing it.
A sensation so light, like a feather’s touch that had already faded.
There shouldn’t have been any lingering trace.

Yet it never disappeared.
Like a heartbeat, it remained there, pounding persistently.

‘…Damn it, just one kiss on the cheek and it’s come to this.’

Now that even the past that had swallowed the space had completely vanished.
The surrounding landscape had returned to its original state.
But there was one problem.

He was trapped inside the Gate.
Just the two of them.

* * *

Meanwhile, outside the Gate.
The crowd gathered to witness the Grand Sacred Maiden’s coronation murmured restlessly.

“This is strange.”
“Wasn’t she supposed to just raise the seal and come back out?”
“Why is it taking so long….”

Since Saelika entered the Gate with her partner, Crown Prince Kaishurit.
Much time had already passed.
Yet there was no sign of movement from the Gate.

“Sirius.”

Sirius Elder, who had caught the gaze of Anatullio High Priest, nodded his head.
He carefully examined the state of the gate.
On the surface, there was nothing amiss—.

“…!”

Sirius flinched.
The gate was completely destroyed, merely maintaining its appearance.

‘How on earth?’

In that moment.

“Kyaaaaaaaa!!”

A piercing scream tore through the crowd that had gathered to watch.
A putrid stench spread through the air.

The Priests raised their holy power and lifted their heads.

“A monster!”

No, it was not a monster.
It was something far more horrifying.

“P-people are— people are transforming into monsters!”
“S-save me! Ahhhhhhh!!”
“M-mom?! Mom, why….”

Screams erupted from all directions.
The Holy Knights, Priests, and Sacred Maidens tried to counter, but the people blocked their way.

“D-don’t attack! That’s my daughter! You can’t kill her!!”

And then.

“Gack!”

Standing in the way, his chest was pierced through.

“My daughter… why… are you doing this to me…?”

Staring at his family, now transformed into monsters, with eyes that refused to believe.
At that horrific sight, Randel squeezed his eyes shut.

“A person becoming a monster… this is…”

An occurrence without precedent in history.
The birth of a Demon Human!

Atop the towering bell tower.
A woman watched that scene of utter chaos as if it were someone else’s tragedy.
Her crimson lips curved upward.

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