binnovel Chapter 236 Raging Fury - S01E07
Chapter 236 Raging Fury - S01E07
The Eastern Sinner had countless ways to get to the scene immediately, but no matter how hard she tried, she never imagined that Alastor would still make a deal with Shirley even with Lucifer and herself present.
What did Shirley trade with him? Her soul? Or did she promise him something?
Why did Shirley make a deal with Alastor? Can't you give her what he can? Does Shirley think you're weaker than him, or that you're not as smart as Alastor?
“……■……■■■??”
As you rushed into Shirley's room, you immediately heard Shirley's slightly surprised and guilty shout.
After smashing through the floor and barging straight into the little princess's room, your peripheral vision quickly sweeps over the Hell Princess and the Broadcasting Demon standing side by side.
The former didn't immediately make eye contact with you as before, but instead looked away in a panic, like a child who had done something wrong and was frightened by their parents who rushed over immediately.
But Alastor had his hands behind his back and was staring at you without blinking.
His intrigued gaze now appears to you as a provocation and the smug satisfaction of a cunning man.
"..."
You no longer bother to say anything to him.
The flames that instantly ignited around the Dragon Girl turned from black to white in a flash—this was perhaps the first time Shirley had ever witnessed the entire process of the flames changing color.
Black, orange-red, dark blue... and finally, it turned into dazzling white.
She came without a word, her momentum overwhelming, as sudden as a galaxy exploding in fury; the demoness's figure was even faster than sound, and even light could not keep up with her speed.
...By the time Shirley came to her senses, the sinner from the East had already slammed the broadcasting demon who had been standing next to her to the ground!
Unlike usual, this attack came without any warning or mercy.
A muffled broadcast sound, as if it hadn't been heard in time, followed by an ominous rustling of clothes rubbing together.
Standing in the center of the room looking at the two devils, the Eastern sinner's long hair looked different from how it usually did when he was angry.
Because her long, black hair had turned into a pale red flame! The horns on the demon's head shone like two burning solid fire trees.
She hovered in the air, looking down at everything before her.
The Eastern Sinner's methodical movements made her resemble a control tower searching for a target...
When staring at the sinner lord, ■■■'s originally golden vertical pupils had shrunk to the size of a wheat awn, and even faintly glowed with a highly aggressive red.
...But before Shirley could explain, the figure in white moved first.
...She seemed to need no further explanation.
The dragon girl, who usually tolerated the broadcasting demon, actually knocked the thin, red demon next to the Hell Princess flying!
Accompanied by the loud crackling of static from the radio and the tremendous commotion of the bed collapsing and shattering in the room, thick smoke and dust spread from where the radio demon had fallen.
“…Alastor! You didn’t…”
She knew that ■■■ would most likely be very angry, but she didn't expect ■■■ to attack Alastor directly!
Xia Li stared wide-eyed at the thick smoke, her heart sinking.
...After all, she was the person in the entire inn who knew the most about [the person's] abilities!
An enforcer who was no match for her even if several ring lords were combined... she didn't even need to imagine the outcome!
'I am very pleased with this perfect deal, which was made possible by Her Highness the Princess's sense of responsibility!'
'However, because a certain inn's head chef spoils you far too much... therefore, for the sake of our long-lasting relationship as ruler and subject...'
"Please, Your Highness, keep an eye on him when he goes berserk, otherwise losing your inn manager wouldn't be good, would it?"
Of course, this won't be included in our deal.
'This is simply a normal demand from the subjects and partners of the Princess of Hell.'
'Hmm? What do you think?'
Alastor's eerie words, seemingly a reminder, were still echoing in the ears of the Hell Princess.
"Oh my God? Are you two alright? I mean... uh..."
The blonde woman, who had no time to react to what was happening, stared wide-eyed; she frowned and held her forehead with her right hand.
Shirley felt she definitely wanted to ask Alastor if he was alright, but then she felt that asking that question was completely pointless.
The sudden sight before her made several words stuck in her throat; she couldn't say them, nor could she swallow them.
After all, she never expected that ■■■ would suddenly attack Alastor! She thought that ■■■, who was always very reasonable, would say something, and even if it was the first time that she cursed Alastor in front of all the demons, she would have a way to stop it all...!
After a moment of utter chaos, the blonde woman clutched her head and spun around in despair before anxiously using magic to dispel the smoke and dust from the eye of the storm.
Sweating profusely, Shirley bit her lip, nervously staring at the broken side of her bed.
The tattered, deep rose-colored quilt lay scattered on the floor like a ravaged rose. Her mattress was completely torn apart, and several clumps of charred cotton lay pitifully on the ground, like the brains of a victim in a car accident scattered all over the floor.
A strong, burnt smell permeated Shirley's room, along with... an overwhelmingly strong, unmistakable fishy odor.
For the Hell Princess, the best news at this moment was probably that ■■■ did not kill Alastor directly, which left her with some room for explanation.
The dragon girl's hair had gone out for some reason; at this moment, it lay quietly on the ground like black silk, like an ink river with a beginning and an end.
A few scattered sparks fell from her obsidian-like beautiful corner, making a few faint crackling sounds.
Because she could only see the dragon girl's back, Shirley carefully slipped to the side of the two demons.
However, after realizing the situation, the blonde woman's expression visibly faltered.
—That was not even a tense standoff; it was just one-sided suppression.
The dragon girl, who had turned her back on everyone, had several veins popping on her forehead, and her cold golden eyes seemed about to spit fire at any moment.
She gripped Alastor's neck with one hand as if she were holding prey, while her other hand held tightly to an orange chain.
But because the transaction was "equal," the chains bound both Alastor and herself by the neck.
In Hell, "cooperation" stemming from the soul often directly affects two people, but at this moment, ■■■ carelessly held the chain connecting them by their souls high, his face horribly pale.
In the awkward silence, no one spoke.
...even Shirley.