Repeat Vice - The Villainous Noble Doesn't Want to Die, So He Swore to Not Die As One of The Four Heavenly Kings

Chapter 69.2: The Demon King’s Bath

*Plop.*

A droplet of water fell from the ceiling into the bath.

Unlike the spacious bathhouse at the Lightless estate, this was a small bathtub.

Soaking in the milky white water, a slender body curled up, submerged up to the shoulders.

“*Haa…*”

A sigh escaped from the lips of Demon King Rath.

Ideally, she would have stretched out her limbs, but that wasn’t possible in this cramped bathtub.

As she thought wistfully about visiting Rofus’ house again, she gazed at her own reflection in the bathwater.

*Oh, this doesn’t count as a shadow…* she thought, realizing, and tapped at what should be her own shadow at the bottom of the tub with her finger.

“Are you done yet? How long are you going to make me wait?”

Rath wasn’t sure if anyone could hear her, but she complained anyway.

It was supposed to be Rofus contacting her tonight, Rath thought absentmindedly.

After a short wait, and just as Rath sighed thinking her complaint had gone unheard, a black fish with a head sharp as a blade—Rofus’ familiar—poked out from the bathwater.

“…I’m waiting for you to get out of the bath.”

“Oh, Rofus. Did you want to see me get out of the bath? If you’d said so, I could be naked anyti—”

“I’ll cut you.”

Seeing the atmosphere where Rofus might seriously cut the communication, Rath hastily hugged the fish.

“Wait, wait, I was just joking. So, what did you want to talk about?”

Rath hurriedly got to the main topic.

Rofus sighed deeply, looking thoroughly annoyed.

“It’s about Abel. You said he possesses his full strength. I want to hear specifically what you saw.”

“Oh, that’s fine. Specifically, huh… Ambre was instantly killed, you see.”

“Instantly killed… So, practically in one strike. Why do you say he has his full strength?”

“The sword that killed Ambre was enveloped in blue flames. With a single swing, it incinerated everything without leaving ash. Blue flame techniques were supposed to be usable only after receiving the Six Gods’ blessing, right?”

“…I see. Blue flames.”

Rofus pondered.

What Rath said was correct.

Among fire attributes, blue flames are considered extremely powerful and highly difficult to master.

In fact, there were no contemporary users of blue flames; it was known only from old texts.

Even in the past, only a handful of people could use blue flames, as the technique was so difficult to master that it was rumored to be beyond human capability.

However, Abel, despite being human, had mastered the blue flame technique after receiving the Six Gods’ blessing.

Yet this time, Abel supposedly wielded blue flames without having the Six Gods’ blessing.

Perhaps Abel retained memories from when he could use blue flames and grasped the technique again.

No, but that wouldn’t explain such an extraordinarily high affinity with the fire attribute.

“I don’t have an answer, but I understand the situation.”

“Is that all you wanted to ask me?”

“Yes, that’s sufficient. Farewell.”

“No, no, no.”

Rath raised a reproachful voice as Rofus tried to end the conversation.

“What is it?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’? Don’t treat me like some convenient woman. I know I shouldn’t complain, but I’ve been looking forward to talking with you, you know?”

Rath grumbled, half-glaring at the black fish.

Rofus responded wearily.

“Are you flattering me? Must be tough for you.”

“If I were just flattering you, I wouldn’t complain. Listen, talking with you is practically my only entertainment. Rofus, you should understand that properly—”

“Alright, alright, I get it. So, what do you want to talk about? I’ll listen.”

“Thank you for asking! First, about this season’s sales at the apiary—”

Like a dog excitedly showing off a ball it had fetched, Rath animatedly began to discuss how well she had managed things.

In the end, the long conversation continued until Rath passed out from overheating.

Through his familiar, Rofus had to take care of Rath, whose pale body had turned bright red.