Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 62.2

Chapter 62.2: Demon

If she burned herself too badly, would her master be angry?

Ladon felt a bit timid. She was afraid of her master’s anger, afraid that her master would take back the collar and abandon her. But clearly, her regret came too late.

There was once a legend on the continent of Narheim that when a mage became powerful enough, they could easily tear through space and travel to any corner of the land. However, in the three hundred eras of Narheim, no Archmage had ever achieved it. Thus, people gradually forgot the legend. Furthermore, the nobles treated this rumor as a joke for after-dinner conversation, mocking the commoners’ shallow knowledge and laughable imagination.

Salahmi’s hand holding the sword trembled slightly. She watched as a black spatial rift tore wider and wider behind the flames. Black lightning coiled around the rift, violently shredding everything in its vicinity—walls, doors, floors, and even the fire. It was indiscriminate destruction.

But the half-demon within those flames was held firmly in a pair of arms. The tall dark mage hid the person from the fire inside her cloak. Her icy hands healed the burns on Ladon’s body, and then, in the darkness of the cloak, she fiercely throttled her collar!

For a split second, Yin Shaoqing wanted to kill Ladon. If this person dies in my arms, then I won’t have to endure seeing her bleed or get hurt with my own eyes, right?

The pressure on Ladon’s collar gradually tightened. The sensation of suffocation was unpleasant, but Ladon did not move. She leaned obediently into Yin Shaoqing’s embrace, letting her master decide her life or death.

“You shouldn’t trust me so much,” the base demon hissed, her dark-gold eyes staring fixedly at the person in her arms. She said, “You will regret it one day.” No one is willing to entrust everything to another for a lifetime; they always regret it eventually.

Hearing this, Ladon struggled gently. With this single movement, the hand at her neck suddenly tightened, nearly crushing her cervical bone. A sudden eruption of killing intent and an abyssal dark aura filled the narrow space of the corridor.

“Thud!” Salahmi, who possessed the strongest Light power, had already turned purple in the face and fell heavily to her knees. Celis and Nonat, because the Light power in their bodies was not as strong, could still barely breathe, but their legs gave out and they slumped to the side, lacking even the courage or strength to look toward the abyss in the corner.

You’ll die. If you move again, your neck will be snapped and your head torn off. Ladon’s wild instinct told her this. Move. You won’t die. Master will never hurt her. Her reason and sense of dependency told her that.

And so, this reckless half-demon struggled to turn around under the hands of the neurotic demon. During her struggle, intermittent flashes of bloody red crossed Yin Shaoqing’s eyes. Her hand tightened and then relaxed.

Perhaps she shouldn’t kill her so easily. She should chop off Ladon’s limbs, gouge out her eyes, tear out her tongue, pierce her eardrums, and then run chains through her spine to lock her to a desk corner. That way, she would stay by her side forever. Guarding her for a lifetime, so she could reach out and feel the cold scales and hot blood beneath her eyes whenever she wanted.

Hot… A scorching embrace abruptly and powerfully held the cruel demon, dragging her out of that viscous, icy abyss.

When a blade is held against your chest, are you willing to step forward unswervingly, letting the cold sword pierce your body, just to embrace the one holding the blade and warm them with your hot blood? No normal person would. Only a fool would.

“Ha…” the demon let out a short sneer. Then, she released her grip and embraced her half-demon in return.

“Stupid thing.” She truly lost to her…

Ladon was scolded, but she was happy because her master kissed her forehead. Unabashedly, she lowered her head to kiss her. Wait, lowered her head? Ladon looked up somewhat blankly, her fingertips moving slightly, wondering why her master was suddenly much taller.

Fat Calico Cat: “…” Heh, that woman is standing on a wooden crate. How could she not be tall? The woman who was so frantic that she tore space directly didn’t even notice she had brought the magic crate containing the Snow Fruits with her!

“Alright, be good. Master will avenge you.” Guessing what Ladon wanted to do, Yin Shaoqing naturally would not fail Ladon’s good intentions. She raised her hand and used magic-inhibiting chains to lock down the three people kneeling on the floor.

Salahmi was decent; at least she eventually used her sword to support herself on one knee, staring alertly and bravely at Yin Shaoqing. Unfortunately, this demon did not care for knightly etiquette. She mocked the Eldest Princess of Vattel: “No need for such a grand salute.”

Salahmi trembled with rage, sweat soaking her clothes; the massive pressure made it impossible for her to straighten up. Almost without hesitation, she thought of Keli, the woman who would give her life for her. She murmured Keli’s name in her heart.

A purple light arrived as called, blocking the path in front of Salahmi. It was a slender, beautiful woman whose cold expression added a touch of forbidden temptation. In the system’s words, she looked like a deity born on a snow mountain—pure, elegant, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Slap! A loud palm strike landed fiercely on that beautiful face.

“Ungrateful wretch.” This slap from Yin Shaoqing directly made Keli’s lip bleed and left her dazed. She had just heard Salahmi’s call and arrived from downstairs; how… how did she get slapped?

Slap! Another fierce slap landed on Keli’s left cheek. The snow-white skin instantly flushed with blood, looking wretched. “You couldn’t even protect Ladon properly. Useless.”

The heir of the Heim family looked coldly at the miserable Eleventh Duke as if looking at a piece of stinking, mud-covered rotten cabbage.

Thud! The next kick sent Keli flying over ten meters, causing her to crash heavily against the wall. The sound of her spine fracturing occurred simultaneously with the sound of her coughing up blood. This made Yin Shaoqing frown in extreme disgust. Useless thing—she couldn’t even take one kick and dared to betray her? Trash.

The three locked-down individuals were already stunned by Yin Shaoqing’s beating. They knew the heir of the Heim family was called a Tyrant and was brutally merciless, but they never expected her to be so cruel even to the Dukes of her own family!

The heavy physical injuries forced Keli to use regeneration magic. She was wounded so badly she couldn’t even look up at the person beating her. For a major injury like a fractured spine, she needed two days to recover. But that was too slow; Yin Shaoqing raised her hand, causing her to recover in an instant.

Could two slaps and a kick compensate for the pain of Ladon being burned by fire? Ha~ what a joke~

Slap! Another fierce slap. Yin Shaoqing gave Keli no face at all, beating her ruthlessly right in front of the woman she loved most. She even unlocked Salahmi’s chains and openly mocked her: “I’m beating you right in front of her. Does she dare to stop me?”

Slap! A slap sent Keli to Salahmi’s feet. Yin Shaoqing stepped on Keli’s head with one foot, looking down at the Eldest Princess of Vattel, watching this trembling prey. She laughed lightly in her terror, with naked contempt: “Do you dare to save her?”

The sound of a skull cracking echoed right beneath Salahmi’s feet. Her scalp tingled, her pupils dilated, and a suffocation like having her throat gripped made her shake like a sieve.

“Come on, speak. As long as you speak, I’ll release her…” The demon’s whisper echoed in her ears; the bone-deep horror lingered. Salahmi didn’t dare stop her, let alone speak. She was so stiff she didn’t even dare to blink.

In her immense pain, Keli waited for a silence that filled her with even greater despair. The light in her eyes vanished bit by bit. She knew Salahmi didn’t like her, but she had given so much for this person. She even offended the Heim Tyrant for her. Even if Salahmi didn’t love her, she should at least have been moved, right? But now, Keli admitted it—base as she was, she had never entered this person’s eyes. All along, it was her own unrequited passion.

“Yin!” Duke Cody, who arrived at the tavern with Ladon, felt a sudden palpitation after Keli was beaten. She knew her twin sister Keli was in trouble. When she rushed over in a panic, she saw Keli being stepped on by the woman, her clean dress stained with blood, her state unknown.

Cody unhesitatingly pulled out her bone spear and thrust it toward Yin Shaoqing. She couldn’t let this monster kill her Keli! A flash of pain and sadness at the thought of slaying a blood relative crossed her eyes. But she had no choice.

Squelch— The sound of a spear piercing flesh was wonderful.

Looking at Cody, who was pinned to the wall with a pierced spine and screaming in pain, Yin Shaoqing tilted her head slightly, madness and delight flashing in her dark-gold eyes. The demon had unlocked the shackles of savagery and madness, sealing the doors of reason. She danced amidst the carnage, treading on the stairs of tyranny to purge the vermin near the throne.

“Are you happy?”

Happy? Haha~ her dear Heim blood relatives, are you happy? How does it feel to be hunted and beaten? Oh, no no no—the demon suddenly tapped her forehead in distress. She shouldn’t just punish these two useless pieces of trash. She should capture all the Dukes, twist their limbs, and torture them until they knelt and begged for the gift of death.

“Aha~~” The demon laughed wildly and tore through space. Her cold hand, bearing the herald of death, grabbed ten dark mages and threw them heavily to the ground. Neither the First Duke, obsessed with making potions, nor the Fifth Duke, sleeping in the deep mountains, escaped this fate.

In a room full of blood, the Dukes looked in shock at the Thirteenth Duke standing in the darkness—the Tyrant of the Heim family. Even after being treated with such humiliation and seeing the tragic state of the Cody sisters, no one dared to speak up. Because in those dark-gold eyes flashed endless madness, a despair like the abyss filled with skeletons, and a bloodiness that split bone marrow. No one dared to provoke a lunatic capable of destroying them. Death was not scary; a fate worse than death was.

The Heim family was not of one mind, Yin Shaoqing knew; they were disobedient and ignored her commands, she also knew; they were scattered and didn’t listen to her suggestions, she knew that too. So, if they wouldn’t take the carrot, they would take the stick directly.

“Listen to every word I say. If anyone forgets, I will have Demonic Shadows tear them apart bite by bite.” The demon opened her mouth, flinging commands laden with barbs and insults at these high-and-mighty nobles. She had been too gentle with them before, allowing them to violate her orders repeatedly. She told Keli to protect Ladon, but sitting on the first floor, could she not hear the sound of Salahmi attacking Ladon on the second? No, she heard it, but because that person was her beloved Salahmi, she was unwilling to upset her. Thus, Ladon could only be sacrificed.

Did Cody not understand Ladon’s importance to Yin Shaoqing? No, she knew, but she simply favored her twin sister more. Did the other Dukes not know that the things Yin Shaoqing commanded were important, beneficial to the family, and correct? No, they knew; they just disliked being ordered around by the youngest person with the lowest seniority.

“Your pride is worth less than monster dung in my eyes.” Yin Shaoqing insulted them bluntly. If they didn’t understand gentle persuasion, they could listen to abuse—a group of useless fools who only knew how to huff. “If you don’t want to carry out my orders, you can go die directly and let the next generation of Dukes take over.”

Yin Shaoqing’s slender fingertips tapped rhythmically, as if choosing which Duke she was going to beat to death next. “A mere contract—I can tear it up.”

If the previous words only made the Dukes’ faces grim and their eyes fill with loathing and killing intent, then this sentence filled them with terror and made them instinctively tremble. That contract absolutely could not be destroyed!

The First Duke of Heim finally couldn’t hold out and was the first to admit his mistake. “I will complete your orders.” With humiliation and resentment, he finally bowed his proud head to the Thirteenth Duke he looked down upon most.

Did you think the Heim nobles were any different from the Alf elders or the Vattel royals? No, there was no difference; they were merely nobles forced by a contract to protect commoners. The difference was that they slowly began to truly accept the commoners, protect them, and take the initiative to help. But the contempt hidden in their bones remained.

The original owner of Yin Shaoqing’s shell was born to a commoner mother. This was a stain on the Heim family, a mockery among the nobility. The Heim family felt disgraced and deeply insulted by it. No matter how powerful Yin Shaoqing became or how well she did, her impure blood was an original sin.

So, could a mere apology and bowing of the head escape this disaster?

“Ha~” Amidst the First Duke’s terror, the demon sneered and swung down her high-raised blade…

That day, the Thirteenth Duke of Heim, the Elven Prince of Alf, and the two Princesses of Vattel personally witnessed an existence more terrifying than the abyss. Only Ladon, standing behind the crazed demon, looked ignorantly at that back, swaying her body, hiding behind her master, happily standing on her tiptoes, filled with a sense of security…

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