I Became the Incompetent Youngest Daughter of the Demon Realm Chapter 8

Chapter 8

 

Woman ‘0’ and Man ‘1’

“This time, we caught a little girl, huh?”

As the light in the woman’s crimson eyes dimmed, they turned into black pupils.

As she threw away her bat, it instantly turned to dust, and she lifted the target, Lily.

“You should get up soon, Number 1.”

The light in the crimson eyes went out, flickering as the blood spilled began to swirl around him.

The blood scattered on the ground formed droplets, and blood started to flow back through the gap in his open neck.

“You always push the troublesome tasks onto me, Number 0.”

The blood that had looked like it would blacken returned to its owner without leaving a trace. The man called ‘Number 1’ dusted off the dirt and glass shards on his clothes as he stood up.

“Hmph, don’t you know about hierarchy? Since I’m above you, it’s only natural that you roll more. Now, take her.”

With a snobbish tone, the woman called ‘Number 0’ pointed her finger at Lily.

Number 1 shook his head in exasperation and, following her command, slung the limp Lily over his shoulder with a thud. The impact on her head had been quite strong, as she showed no signs of waking for a while.

“This child is quite pitiful. She looks young and seems to be a rich girl. How did she end up in such a lawless place? And to top it off, she’s caught the eye of that guy.”

We follow orders and carry them out to completion. Other than these three things, there’s no need to care or have any reason.

“Ugh… you’re always so boring.”

“It was foolish of me to have expectations of you.”

With that muttering, Number 0 turned her eyes, glowing red again, as she stepped into the darkness where nothing was visible. Of course, Number 1 followed her.

The only thing left in the place they had been was a single dagger.

***

Inside a sealed storage room where not even a breeze could pass, and not a single ray of warm sunlight penetrated, sat a girl with pitch-black hair who looked about thirteen years old, her eyes covered and her limbs tightly bound to a chair.

Hmm…

No matter how I think about it, this seems like my story—after all, I woke up in an unfamiliar place after getting hit from behind by a woman. At this point, I wonder if my sister is looking for me. What about the summons?

Thinking about my beloved sister instead of my own kidnapping, the sound of a long-neglected door scraping the floor filled the air as it opened.

“So, you’re awake. Come in, Number 0.”

A deep, resonant, and attractive male voice. That voice is definitely from the man I killed; how is he alive? I distinctly saw his light fade. And what’s with this Number 0?

Click, click.

The sound of approaching high heels left no room for me to organize the situation.

Since I hadn’t committed a crime in this town or garnered someone’s hatred, they must be human traffickers. Hehe, the situation has become very interesting.

They probably brought me here thinking I was just an innocent little girl…

But considering how I butchered that man, they likely wouldn’t think I’m ordinary.

Still, for now, maybe I should act like a scared, helpless little girl.

“Wh-who are you? Where is this?”

The fear of the unknown and my voice, almost on the verge of crying, reached the two standing in front of me.

Not long after I spoke, I felt a hand on the back of my head, and the blindfold that had blocked my vision was slowly removed.

The sight revealed to me beyond the fallen blindfold was horrific. A ceiling illuminated by faded incandescent bulbs, walls and floors stained with clotted blood, and, most shockingly, torture devices displayed on the wall. It was such a shocking sight that I struggled to keep my lips from curling into a grin.

“Hello, dear! The first meeting wasn’t great, but still, nice to meet you!”

Though it’s hard to be sure with my eyes covered, the woman called Number 0 leaned in and extended her hand as if wanting to shake hands. Did she not realize my hands were bound?

“Number 0, my hands are tied.”

“Oh my, sorry! Hehe, nice to meet you anyway!”

She extended her hand again. I might not be in my right mind, but this girl must have hit her head quite hard. They say a fake madness can’t stand against true madness. For now, I seem to fall into the category of the fake.

“So, Number 0, what did you hear about how to deal with this child?”

From what I heard in their conversation, it seems they might hold ranks like errand runners or action leaders within the organization.

Right now, my future hangs in their hands.

They could either open my belly to introduce my organs or sell me to a brothel to be laid beneath lustful men.

No matter where I end up, my goal will be achieved, but I don’t want to be sold to a brothel. It’s not that I’ve never been sold into slavery before, but the most important thing is the scent of night flowers…

They said to cut me? Number 0 cheerfully answered Number 1’s words. To cut, what exactly does that mean? My arms? My legs? I’d rather it not be my head. I want to see my sister’s despair when she comes to rescue me.

Number 0 seemed familiar with the torture devices and hummed a tune as she searched for the right tool in front of the racks filled with instruments.

In that moment, I buried my face, hoping no one would see it. The corners of my mouth wanted to rise to the sky, so there was no other choice.

Clatter, clatter, the terrifying tools she was grasping approached me, looking to cut something.

“Poor little lady, it’s going to hurt a bit. Hehe~”

As Number 0’s eyes glowed red, she gently stroked my head before lifting the instrument to my eye level. Unfortunately, it seemed the designated cutting area according to her orders was my neck.

What a shame. I had hoped to witness Eve’s despair-topping, regret-sauce-filled expression… It’s really disappointing. In this place where I am about to meet my end, I slowly closed my eyes.

Clunk.

“Ah.”

“Well then, hold on tight, little lady. I’ll be off now; see you later!” Number 0 said as she left the room, followed by Number 1.

The instrument she brought got caught on a pair of tiny horns protruding from my head instead of my neck. A position far too different from what I had expected—why was it targeting my horns? After all, they were places that felt as insensible as touching nails or hair…

Squeak.

“Ahhh!”

As the blade of the instrument, which had shrunk to fit the size of my adorable horns, penetrated, it brought an unexpected wave of immense pain.

It felt like a metal rod was being shoved into my brain while electric currents coursed through it.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

But…

I’m so happy.

How long has it been since I felt such pain? I thought I might go insane due to Eve’s overprotection preventing me from even drawing on my wrist, yet here I am, lucky enough to experience this.

Squeak.

“Ahhh!”

It hurts.

Good.

I don’t like it.

Good.

Stop.

Good.

I feel like I’m going to die.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Good.

 

***

 

The old, rusted door screamed as it opened with a loud groan once again. Behind it, Number 0 peeked in, as if to watch something amusing.

“Ah, it seems it’s over.”

How many hours had passed? Inside the sealed room, there was only a limp Lily tied to a chair, the dismembered cutting tool, and her horns, which displayed a clean cut, welcoming Number 0.

Hehe. Number 0 picked up the fallen horn while humming a tune. There was not a shred of guilt in her actions, like a child playing with a fun toy.

Having gathered both horns, Number 0 approached Lily, who still had many potential assets, and grabbed her chin to lift her face for eye contact.

“Knock knock, is the lady alive? You can’t die just yet.”

Lily’s appearance, held by her chin, was, in Number 0’s words, perfect.

Blood flowed from her nose and mouth, as well as from where her now-empty horns had once been. It was hard to tell if she had merely fainted or if she was truly dead, as only the whites occupied her eyes where pupils should be.

“Oh dear, this is a bit troublesome.” Number 0 murmured to herself as she went outside to fetch a swaying bucket, then splashed its contents onto the limp Lily.

“Ugh!”

The cold liquid brought her back to consciousness.

What is this, water? What was I doing? Where am I? My head hurts. It feels empty where something should be on top of it. I open my eyes. The fallen head naturally shows my chest, abdomen, legs, and feet. Water and blood mixed together soaked the floor.

“Oh dear, poor lady, what shall we do now? We’ll have to cut below now, hehe.”

Ah, right. This woman cut my horns.

What role do the horns of a demon play…? Yes, they probably help maintain physical mana and health. They say that if the horns are cut, health deteriorates significantly and it becomes painful.

Hehe. I wonder what expression Eve would make upon seeing this. They say that after hardship comes happiness; the pain I’m experiencing now is merely a trial for the future.

Where are you, Eve? Please hurry and come rescue me…

 

 

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