Published at 17th of November 2020 01:46:18 PM
Chapter 395
Author: The Sole Survivor Original Source: SFACG Translator: CatatoPatch English Source: Re:Library
PATREON ANNOUNCEMENT BELOW .
(Author’s note: This chapter is written from the point of view of No . 3 because a number of readers were curious about how he viewed Mo Ke . So here we are…)
Recently, the Master hasn’t allowed me to follow her out . Even the most recent excursion was so: she just briefly mentioned that she was going out, then sent me off to do some construction work . Well, I’m just a simple Devil, four limbs and one head, that’s all . I guess I’m just not cut out for politics…
The Safety Zone grows larger by the day, and so does the number of worms within it . The Abyssal golems have been performing better than expected, whether it is fighting or digging .
Even though this task that the Master has given me doesn’t seem too important, I’ll faithfully complete it . But these days without the Master have gone by like years .
How I miss those days when I could always accompany the Master . Back then, there wasn’t a time when I did not have access to the Master’s alluring scent . That scent is just intoxicating . It seeps into my soul, and a day without sniffing it makes me uncomfortable…
My master is just so beautiful, so exalted, so elegant, so strong, so smart and oh so brave… Even if I were to use up all the words in this world to describe my love for the Master, it would only represent a fraction of what it truly was… My love for the Master runs so deep… I just want to compose a poem again to express my longing .
Dear Master, I miss you .
Dear Master, do you miss me?
Dear Master, please let me stay by your side .
I want to protect your beauty, your smile is the only goal I have in life .
My lowly self, loves you more than life .
My lowly self, goes giddy at the sight of you .
My lowly self…
Hmm . How should I end that part?
I knocked myself on the noggin, but it was useless… I have to face up to reality . I’m just not cut out for poetry, but I still want to be a poet!
A serious question has always bothered me: my master is clearly a female Lust Demon, so why does she keep emphasizing that she is a male? How confusing .
There are a million Devils who love the Master, but of those there are only a few true competitors . Like Big 4 and the newcomer, No . 6 .
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No . 6 was just a Small Imp, skinny and lacking in strength . For a Five-star like me who had been blessed with the Original Sin of Wrath, I could easily take on ten of him . But in the battle for the Master’s heart, combat strength wasn’t all that was important . The Master didn’t want us fighting with each other either . That was why I had to constantly control myself to not beat up No . 6 .
Ever since the Master evolved into a Fallen Angel, the time I had spent with her had basically gone down to zero . The Master once said that there was a heavy burden on her shoulders . But I had no interest in all that talk about destroying the world, I just wanted to be with the Master every second of the day .
I dare not hold any desires towards the Master, because she was exalted and I am lowly .
The mission the Master had given me was to dig a canal that linked the large lava lakes near the capital . By doing so, we could raise more worms to feed our army .
Recently, No . 6 has been popping by once in a while to check on the work . From him, I’ve gained quite a bit of news, like how there are countless Devils slowly streaming into Sable Radiance .
Even though I don’t like No . 6, if he’s able to help me return to the Master’s side faster, I’m willing to owe him a favour . I’ll just make sure not to beat him up in the future .
Since the Master was betrayed by One-eye a year ago, she has only had me and Big 4 to accompany her . That is why she has to leave me behind to handle this task . Right now, the Master is out searching for materials to repair the exchange array . Big 4 is back at the capital guarding it while No . 6 is out inspecting . . And he so happens to be here right now .
Seeing No . 6 swaggering in with his lackeys really annoyed me to no end, and that made my tone just as hostile . “What are you doing here again?”
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“Wasn’t the last time I visited five days ago?” No . 6 smirked at me . “The Master has instructed me to patrol the area often, just in case something goes wrong at your end . ”
“Hmph . My area is well managed, how can anything go wrong under my watch?”
I hate this No . 6 fellow . He oftens goes to leer at the Master . More importantly, the Master seems to favour him… if it’s possible, I should get rid of him .
“That look of yours seems rather dangerous . ” Most likely because he sensed the killing intent emanating off me, No . 6 began to back away a few steps, at which point the large Imps, Demon Childes, Flame Demons and what not all formed a protective circle around him .
“What’s the meaning of this?”
“I have this feeling that you’re planning to do something to me . ” No . 6’s smirk only grew more annoying as he said that . “Don’t forget, I have a Soul Pact with the Master . If I die, the Master will definitely find out . ”
Hmph . You’re not the only one with a pact with the Master!
I’ve always felt that he was looking down on me and Big 4 in the past . Like he’s looking at a bunch of morons or something . In truth, I knew full well about his potential . He wasn’t just some super fortunate Small Imp . Instead, he had one of the most mysterious Original Sins: the Sin of Sloth .
Every Devil’s inherited memories were different . The Master’s own memories seemed chaotic so it was only natural that she didn’t recognise that No . 6 had gained the blessing of Sloth . Those blessed by Sloth were unique amongst Devils . For the most part, they appeared in the form of Small Imps or Large Imps . Even when they raised their star level, their appearance wouldn’t change, because evolution was a form of hard work…
If my hunch was correct, then that No . 5 who was always stuck at the level of an Imp, and that Small Imp Mo En in the Prison of the Dead were all blessed by Sloth .
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“Don’t forget, this place is under my care . ” Before leaving, the Master had given me control of the golems, but No . 6 was no fool either . Even if he wanted to have a falling out with me, it wouldn’t be here . Even when faced with his lackeys, I had no intention of backing down, absolutely not .
Perhaps he had seen the resolve in my eyes then, but No . 6 suddenly shrugged his shoulders at that point and gestured for his subordinates to step aside .
In truth, No . 6 knew just as well as I did that the two of us would never get into a fight with each other; because the Master hated in-fighting .
Other than that, we both signed a Soul Pact with the Master, so we could never ever betray her . This commonality was enough to stay our hands . No matter how much we hated each other, it would never come to the point of life and death .
With his subordinates out of the way, No . 6 boldly walked up to me and stared me right in the eyes . A full three seconds passed like that before he finally stated the purpose of his visit . “I’m here to inform you that the Master’s recent trip south has led to the discovery of a number of Devils… I feel that the both of us should cooperate with each other, so that we don’t end up losing our rightful place with the Master . ”
“I will always hold that spot in the Master’s heart . ”
I was the Devil who had been with the Master the longest, and also the most loyal . Even Big 4 did not measure up to me in terms of loyalty . But I knew what he intended: he was probably worried that his own authority would diminish because of the huge influx of Devils .
“That was just a suggestion . ” No . 6 smiled at me then unexpectedly turned around to leave . “Remember, I do not wish to be your enemy, ever . ”
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Just like that, No . 6 left with his dozen or so subordinates, only leaving behind that strange reminder in his wake . I had no way of knowing what he was up to, but one thing was certain: if he ever dared to harm the Master, I would be the first to break his neck!