The Baby Villain Dreams of Conquering the World

Chapter 112

Episode 112

It was a production intended to simultaneously showcase the value of the Lucifers and newly imprint upon everyone's eyes that they were always dignified and that they were changing.

'Well, the audience is a bit disappointing, but I'd call this a success, right?'

It was time to bring about another major shift in the perception of the Lucifers.

How much effort had she put into this special space to welcome the subjugation team?

To enhance the dark and frightening atmosphere, Flora had completely changed the structure of the space.

Make the menacing atmosphere even more menacing, and give it an antique, oppressive feel!

She opened up the ceiling high, created a spectator area and an altar, and moved the sleeping children there.

The eerie atmosphere was already perfect on its own, so to add a threatening feel, she placed monsters that reacted to Pascal's demonic power.

Thus, Flora conceived a plan to make a seemingly ordinary cave look like a place where someone was plotting something suspicious, and it was completed with Pascal's gestures.

She felt sorry for her brother, who had run to her out of worry from afar, but this was unavoidable.

'Just bear with it a little longer, Oppa. I'll enhance our reputation even more!'

She would show the true worth of the Lucifers so they would no longer be ignored by these bastards.

And, incidentally, she couldn't let the demon worshippers off either, so she planned to eliminate them.

'Of course, this place is all fake and created as part of my plan, but so what?'

As long as the result is good.

While Flora smiled a sly smile unseen by others, thanks to the additional subjugation team members joining, the monsters surrounding the children were falling one by one.

That meant it was finally time for Pascal to step in for real.

When Flora sneakily raised her head, her eyes met Pascal's, who was watching them from high above.

He had read the signal.

The moment Benio cut down the last monster, Pascal delivered his prepared line.

"Not bad. Thanks to you, it's become boring to the point of being irritating."

His voice echoed loudly for all to hear.

As the battle reached a lull, Duke Bellasia, as if he had been waiting for this moment, shouted with a fierce face.

"Demon! Why did you kidnap innocent children and lead them to their deaths! Do you not feel pity for these small lives that haven't even bloomed yet?"

At his clear anger, the subjugation team glared at Pascal with bloodshot eyes.

Even though Pascal had just spoken about demon worshippers and this place was set up like this, they were busy blaming the demon, not the worshippers.

'Tsk tsk, fools. It's obvious they think it's the demon's lie.'

Just as Flora thought, they didn't easily believe the demon's words.

Seeing that the smile didn't leave Pascal's face even after the Duke's shout, they seemed to think he was mocking them, and everyone's anger boiled even hotter.

"Me?"

Pascal pointed at himself with his index finger, then, realizing the subjugation team was serious, laughed loudly.

His expression was one of displeased, furrowed brows and a look of pity, as if he had heard a bad joke.

"Why would I kidnap human children? What use are they to me?"

"Silence! Do you think we would fall for a demon's cunning lies?"

"This is truly unjust. It's already a headache for me that the forest is piling up with the corpses of young humans."

"Lies!"

As the Duke shouted in a scolding tone, Pascal clicked his tongue.

Flora was worried he might break character due to the dismissive attitude, but he displayed acting skills better than expected.

"Hmm, since you've entered my forest, I can't let you go easily, so I must deal with you, but it's bothersome. What to do?"

Having come down closer, he closed his eyes, tapped his chin, and pretended to ponder.

He had let the Duke's words go in one ear and out the other.

"Stop your nonsense and come down here for a fair fight!"

Someone, unable to contain their anger, shouted competitively, but instead of retorting, he remained deep in thought.

Amid the stirring atmosphere, the continuing silence focused the attention of the many people present on him.

Savoring their gazes, Pascal finally uttered the words everyone had been waiting for.

"That's right. My worshippers, now is the time for you to step forward."

His brightly smiling face, as if he'd had a great idea, looked so radiant it was hard to see him as the demon who had tormented them until now.

"Ah, right. You didn't want to reveal yourselves before everyone, did you? I want to respect you, as you are worshippers I haven't seen in a long time, but... what to do..."

As Pascal sank into thought again, Duke Bellasia, who had been observing him, secretly gave an order.

'Have them attack.'

In response, one Executor took the bow from his back, aimed at Pascal, and shot without hesitation. Following suit, all members of the subjugation team capable of ranged attacks began indiscriminately pouring attacks onto the demon floating above their heads.

Pascal's form was obscured by the tremendous barrage of attacks, but Flora wasn't worried in the least.

Because when the subjugation team's attacks finally ceased, Pascal was revealed, completely unscathed without a single scratch.

"You do amusing things."

In his hand was the very arrow fired by the first Executor, the origin of the attack.

"You didn't think you could catch me with just this, did you?"

The shabby arrow snapped in two at his gesture, and when he dropped it as if discarding trash, it turned to ash and disappeared before even hitting the ground.

"I've changed my mind. If you truly worship me, don't waste time offering useless things like those young humans. Step forward now and prove your faith."

He showed no interest in the sleeping children. Count Tassen, who had been quietly observing the situation, prayed inwardly.

Please let him not know my name, not seek me out, not reveal me before everyone.

'Was I insane? What was I thinking, revealing my identity before these people!'

He was already under subtle suspicion for taking Flora, so he absolutely must not appear suspicious.

Since he had never directly faced the demon anyway, the demon probably didn't know who the worshippers were.

So he thought he just needed to hold out a little longer.

It was then, as he was rolling his eyes, unable to fix his gaze, that his eyes met Flora's, who was held in Benio's arms.

The moment their gazes connected, Flora smiled brightly, like a flower blooming.

Then, moving her small mouth, she conveyed some words to him.

Despite knowing he should dismiss this smile, so out of place in the serious situation, he found himself staring intently at her small lips.

'What is it? I can't see clearly...'

The moment he squinted his eyes, trying to read her lips.

"Count Tassen, do you truly not intend to step forward?"

The situation he desperately hoped wouldn't happen, occurred.

The demon had called his name.

"Wh-what is this nonsense?"

"Count, is it true? Wh-what on earth is this..."

Those standing near him moved away simultaneously, as if by agreement.

Astonishment, suspicion, betrayal, anger.

Various emotions swirled in the people's eyes as they looked at the Marquis. So shocked, he forgot to deny it immediately and stared up at Pascal with dazed eyes.

"Must I call your knight, Piet, for you to step forward?"

At the mention of another name, the smile the Count had barely maintained cracked. He instinctively turned his gaze towards Duke Bellasia, the leader of this subjugation team.

"......"

The Duke's eyes were calmly settled. But he, as a vassal, knew better than anyone that a greater anger than ever before lay dormant within them.

"Prove it with your own words. Whether what that demon says is true."

At the voice laden with quiet fury, Count Tassen barely regained his senses.

If he showed any more suspicious behavior, there would truly be no going back.

It was true he had coveted the demon's power and the ensuing luck and wealth, but he didn't desire them enough to lose a noble's pride and honor, so he frantically shook his head.

"No! This is just the demon's trick to sow discord among us! I swear before Beshart that I have absolutely never worshipped a demon or the like!"

To prove his innocence, he drew the sword at his waist, held it to his own neck, and shouted.

"If I were truly a demon worshipper, I would cut my own throat right here, right now! Anyone who worships a demon deserves death!"

Just as suspicion was beginning to fade at his desperate protest.

"Tsk, tsk. No need for that. I can just show everyone directly."

Pascal, who had been watching the comical performance, calmly delivered the final bomb to him with a face full of delight.

"You who summoned me. To grant your wish, I shall personally lead everyone here to destruction."

His body emitted a huge light, as if about to burst, and he laughed with a bizarre and chilling voice.

"Offer your blood, flesh, life, everything, and become a part of me."

As he stretched out his hand, a large, black shadow loomed over their heads.

Before anyone could even open their mouths, Count Tassen, startled by the sensation of his neck constricting, dropped his sword.

"G-gyaaah!"

And then, terrified by the demon's call, he chose to flee.

Unaware of the condemning gazes directed at him.

Of course, Count Tassen's attempt to flee could not succeed.

"Seize him."

Duke Bellasia, who had been watching this standoff with calm eyes, gave the order.

But before the knights could move to obey, red smoke rising from the ground quickly seized him.

"L-let me go!"

The Count struggled with all his might, but it was useless. The more he moved, the tighter the red smoke gripped his body.

Pulled by the smoke, he shot up into the air and found himself face to face with Pascal. Only then, feeling the fear up close, did he shut his mouth.

"To think your words of worshipping me were all lies. How sad."

He said this in a voice that didn't sound sad at all, and he opened his palm for all to see.

"You hurt my feelings, so you must pay the price, right?"

And then he clenched it tightly.

At his gesture, the red smoke binding the Count swelled in volume and swallowed him whole in an instant.

As his neck constricted and his airways blocked, Count Tassen, thinking this was the end, began to shed tears.

Hoping someone would save him, he looked down at the crowd of people below.

But his vision was already blurring, and the people's forms began to blur into colors. Only when a hint of pink flashed before his eyes did he finally understand what Flora's lip movements, which he had tried to read earlier, had meant.