The Demon King's Sweet Conquest (GL) - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: “Gu-sha”? That Doesn’t Exist

“Ahhh, why would they hang a sign with two hands clasped together with weapons behind them in a place like that!” In the dimly lit alley, Floria covered her face with both hands.

Just after opening the door, she saw a male waiter in a bunny outfit and a group of burly men who looked equally astonished. After slamming the door shut in an emergency, Floria only regretted that she wasn’t a spider demon.

“Your Majesty, did you know that the shop across the street, which is for women only, has two tightly pressed hands drawn on it with a starry sky in the background?” Barbatos’s angle of comfort was strange, but it somehow made Floria feel a bit better.

People who don’t know any better would probably think the sign across the street was for some kind of church.

“Barbatos, did you know what kind of shop that was from the very beginning?” Floria narrowed her eyes.

“Your Majesty, I believe no one can interfere with your decisions.”

She really did know from the start.

“Barbatos, have you heard of organizations like a Mercenary Guild or an Adventurer’s Guild while gathering intelligence? You know, a bunch of people accepting missions to earn money, adventuring together, and such.”

Evening had fallen, and the streets here had streetlights. Without taking them apart, there was no way to figure out the principle behind them—whether they were powered by electricity, luminous substances, or magic.

Judging by the effect, they were inferior to the electric lights of her original world.

“There is no unified Adventurer’s Guild, but adventurer organizations do exist. These organizations do not have a good reputation; it is said that as long as you have money, you can commission them for anything.”

Your Majesty, there are some small bugs following behind us.

“That really is a headache.”

Before Floria could give an order, the sound of inferior leather boots rubbing against stone echoed. The stalkers began their assault, no longer caring whether they would expose themselves.

The streetlights cast dim silhouettes for a group of bloodthirsty villains.

[What a truly pathetic entrance and pathetic actors.] Floria sighed inwardly.

Why is it that other people go to another world and can easily find a Mercenary Guild to meet their fated partners? And here I am, stumbling into a special hotel and then being followed by guys who look like losers at first glance. The treatment of a Demon King is truly miserable.

I will clean them up for you, Your Majesty.

The sharp sword edge danced lightly; this time, Barbatos’s weapon was a rapier.

Before the silver glow of the rapier could shine, a greatsword moved even faster.

A massive flower of blood bloomed on the street. Barbatos did not engage in coordinated attacks; instead, she stood directly in front of Floria, preventing the blood from splattering onto the girl’s skirt.

“Oh~ so it’s not people from the Demon Lord’s Return Cult this time?” the owner of the greatsword muttered to herself. Her pupils were a red darker than Barbatos’s, like blood frozen on ice.

She was human, yet more like a devil.

The villains who launched the attack instantly lost their courage. Screaming was the wrong choice; the second person paid for it with their life.

The first strike hit an arm, the second strike—the waist.

A person can be seen as a cylinder; slicing them in half at the waist is a simple and clean method of execution for someone with great strength.

While the gruesome attack continued, Barbatos remained standing in the same spot, not a single drop of splashing blood touching her hem—it seemed to be sheer [luck].

“Do you know about the Demon Lord’s Return Cult?” the woman’s voice was very cold, slightly raspy.

The greatsword swung down, reflecting the panic of the incompetent bandits: “My lord! Forgive me, ahhhhh!”

“Are there any other accomplices? I need more information.” One died, so she moved to the next.

“No, no, there are no others! My lord! My lord!”

Unsatisfactory answers would not be forgiven. Soon, blood stained the alleyway. Perhaps someone passed by, but no one came to interfere.

When there were no living souls left between her and Barbatos, she approached them casually. Even though she was wearing heavy metal armor, she was almost silent as she drew near.

Floria peeked out from behind Barbatos, guessing it was the effect of her boots. This woman using the greatsword had things similar to magic runes attached to her armor and boots; the price must have been exorbitant.

“It seems you didn’t need my rescue.” Moonlight shone on her blue-gray hair, and the gray tips seemed to flicker with silver light.

“I also possess some martial arts to some extent.” Barbatos smiled, one hand blocking in front of Floria, the other resting naturally on her sword hilt.

“Don’t be nervous. Do you have any money?” After saying words that sounded like a robbery, the blue-gray-haired woman spoke with a straight face: “I need funding.”

Demon King, our funds have all been used to purchase the carriage, rent the courtyard, and reserve subsequent cargo.

“I am very sorry, we do not.” Barbatos did not budge an inch.

“Is that so? That’s a headache then…”

Under the moonlight, one’s gaze could slide smoothly from this woman’s blue-gray hair and dark red eyes down to her silver-gray heavy armor. One only needed to look at that armor once, and even a layman would realize it wasn’t a mundane object: some of its designs had crossed into the realm of art—an art concerning death and protection.

And then there was the very special greatsword. That greatsword was clearly an extra-long, thickened two-handed sword. It would require immense strength to wield it; ordinary people couldn’t even dream of using it in combat. Yet, this person had only used her right hand to wield it just now.

This two-handed sword was now leaning against the woman’s shoulder, the other end touching the wall. Floria was very curious to know how many top-tier pieces of equipment would drop if this adventurer were defeated.

She must be a “rich second generation” from some big family who came out to experience the world wearing equipment that was “one hit for 999” (legendary grade)? She even said she needed funding; selling just any piece of her gear would probably be enough to live luxuriously for several years, given all the runes and gemstone decorations.

“Then could you treat me to a meal?” The blue-gray-haired woman smiled, falling from a god of slaughter back to the mortal realm: “I am Alexia. Perhaps you have heard titles like Bloodless or Wraith?”

“Big Sister Alexia, are you very hungry?” Floria couldn’t help but poke her head out from behind Barbatos’s legs and ask a strange question.

You can wield a greatsword like that, you don’t look very hungry at all.

“It’s not that I only need to eat when I’m hungry; I have to maintain my physical strength and replenish my supplies at all times.” As Alexia said this, she crouched down and searched the wallets of the deceased, collecting anything useful.

“That’s fine, one meal is no problem.” After thinking about it, Floria was afraid that she might also be a half-dragon and eat her into poverty, so she quickly added: “The budget is only 10 silver coins, okay?”

The three of them sat down in an ordinary tavern. This was the nearest tavern to that alley.

Originally, Alexia left a seat empty between herself and them, but because Floria was too curious, she plopped herself right between Barbatos and Alexia.

A short person had suddenly appeared between two tall figures; if it weren’t for the glaring heavy armor, it would have looked like parents bringing their child out to eat.

“Little lady, you have quite a bit of nerve. Aren’t you afraid of me?” Alexia’s gaze landed lazily on Floria’s face. This girl with light orange hair looked very ordinary, yet was truly daring. Leaving aside mercenaries, if an average child saw a living person being ripped in two, they would definitely not be in the mood to dine with the “murderer.”

“Why should I be afraid? You killed bad guys. Besides, I am destined to become the number one merchant in the world; scenes like this will only count as minor events in the future.” Floria replied with a smile, reaching out to try to touch the greatsword, but unfortunately, it was dodged naturally.

Alexia did not laugh, nor did she make any snide comments about the title of “number one merchant.” She simply took off her gauntlets and ruffled Floria’s hair.

“Don’t look at me with the expression of looking at a child~”

“Then drink more milk.” Alexia took the tray from the waiter and began to eat.

Her dining posture was quite elegant; the knife and fork were flexible and efficient in her hands, and when she used the spoon, not a drop of soup touched anywhere it shouldn’t.

Floria, a fake noble, was stunned. She could only use illusion magic to hide her abnormalities to pose as a noble, but the person in front of her was definitely someone who had received proper noble education!

What would make a coddled noble miss run around the world with a greatsword? Resisting a political marriage? A failed family struggle? Or just running away from home?

She was treating her to a meal, but she didn’t know how far she could explore.

“Big Sister Alexia seems to have many stories.” Floria stretched her neck, almost touching her right hand: “My name is Lily. I was originally just a village girl, but I gained my first pot of gold because of this and that. I want to become the strongest merchant, what about you, sister?”

“I’m past the age of meeting someone and telling my story.” Alexia’s expression showed no attitude, and she consumed the steak at a rapid speed.

Floria wanted to find another way and started looking for other entry points on her. Should she ask about the origin of the armor and sword? Maybe she would just throw a location or shop name at me.

When her eyes scanned the middle section of the sword blade and saw many notches, her pupils flashed: “Big Sister Alexia, are the notches on that sword for decoration?”

“No, those are the things I lost.”

 It seemed to be a topic that couldn’t be touched.

Although there was no hint of sadness on her face, there was a heavier emotion surging in the dark.

“Thanks for the treat, I should go.” Alexia thanked them faintly, stood up, and walked out the door, leaving behind a pile of empty plates.

By some stroke of fate, Floria shouted at her: “Sister, are you not staying at an inn here?”

“No, sleeping outside saves money.”

“Then, do you want to join us? I rented a house in this city, and you want to stay—one night is no problem.” Floria, who wanted to say “stay as long as you want,” suddenly felt her hand being grabbed by Barbatos and quickly changed her words.

Alexia actually didn’t refuse. She turned around: “Of course. I don’t sleep on the streets because I like to. Miss Lily, this is our first time meeting, and you haven’t even heard my titles; why do you trust me so much?”

“Because you don’t look like a bad person.” The orange-haired girl raised the juice in her hand and made a toast gesture.

But not everything and everyone can be glossed over with a “cheers~” attitude, such as Barbatos.

“Miss, could you explain in detail to me the reason for taking in that adventurer?”

The change in address meant the adventurer in the next room might hear it? Then she couldn’t use the “great cause of the demon race” to fool her; at least it couldn’t be said out loud and could only be communicated at the bottom of her heart.

“Because, because I want to do it, so I did it!” Before Floria could convey any thoughts to her mind, suddenly, the distance between the two was drawn closer.

“Can I interpret it as you liking that type of person, Miss?” With a half-smile, as always.

“So what if I do? It’s just, it’s just that it perfectly aligns with my intentions…” The Demon King’s non-existent cat ears drooped, wanting to quickly type out the real explanation in her mind.

But she was still one step too slow.

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