The Demon King Who Was Supposed to Lose Ended Up Defeating the Targets, and Now the Heroine Has Been Sent as a Sacrifice - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: The Demon King Supposed to Lose, Messes Up Again

The elf girl introduced herself as Fione.

According to Fione, she had been persecuted in her village.

The reason? Her silver hair.

“In our village, gray or similar-colored hair is considered bad luck. Because of that, everyone in the village hurt me…”

Fione spoke through her tears.

Seeing her like this stirred a strong protective instinct in me, making me want to shield her from harm.

“And… when they said the Demon King was summoning someone, everyone immediately said my name…”

“I see. So, the real representative is someone else?”

“N-No… The village chief resisted when the Demon King’s army captured him, and… hehe.”

So, the real representative was killed by our troops.

And Fione laughed while talking about the village chief’s death. I wonder if even the chief had persecuted her.

“By the way, why is gray hair considered bad luck?”

“I don’t understand it either. Lord Diablo, your hair is gray, but I think it’s lovely.”

“…”

“…”

Elsia and I exchanged glances and instantly realized something.

“Is it because we share the same hair color?”

“N-No, it’s not certain that…”

“No, elves are long-lived. It’s possible that some elves who remember my appearance started associating gray hair with bad luck.”

This could mean Fione might end up resenting me.

But then…

“I-I don’t hold any grudge against you, Demon King. In fact, I’m grateful. Thanks to you attacking the village, I was freed from that hell.”

Fione said this with a calm expression.

However, there was something forced about her smile.

Maybe she does resent me after all…

While I was lost in thought, it seemed Elsia had a slightly different perspective.

“Are you truly satisfied with just that?”

“Huh?”

“Revenge is far more enjoyable when you take it with your own hands, you know?”

Perhaps Elsia, with her experience as a vengeful soul, saw through to Fione’s true feelings—feelings she hadn’t yet admitted to herself.

Hearing Elsia’s words, Fione lowered her gaze a bit.

“If I’m being honest, I do want to crush their hearts, their lives, their dignity with my own hands. Even if they beg me to kill them, I want to keep hurting them, making them suffer.”

Fione spoke calmly, her eyes filled with clear malice and murderous intent.

She was terrifying.

Unlike Misha, who shows open hostility towards anyone she dislikes, Fione was a different kind of little girl…

While I was inwardly shaken by discovering Fione’s true nature, Elsia smiled, clearly pleased.

“Then let’s do it! I’ll help you!”

“…Are you sure?”

“Yes, I think we’ll get along just fine. Now, Lord Diablo, excuse me for a bit!”

With that, Elsia led Fione out of the room.

Later, Elsia told me what happened.

Fione had exacted her revenge on the elves who had persecuted her, using methods that were truly horrifying.

The male elves had their limbs and… well, their manhood cut off, and were then used as live bait for insect-like monsters.

The female elves were violated by goblins, orcs, and ogres, impregnated, and then fed alive to their own children.

Honestly, it was terrifying.

The scariest part was that all of these ideas came from Fione herself.

And Elsia, inspired by what she witnessed, reportedly muttered, “This revenge method might come in handy.”

To the poor souls who are still fleeing…

You might have been better off getting caught earlier.

After that, Elsia made Fione one of her personal attendants.

I thought there might be some backlash from the demons, considering that Fione, an elf, was seen as nothing more than food to them, but surprisingly, there wasn’t much opposition.

Apparently, it was widely known that Fione had dealt with the other elves in a gruesome manner.

Because of her brutality, the demons seemed to regard her as one of their own, despite her different appearance.

It was surprising that Fione could hold a position in the Demon King’s army without being treated as a pet, like Naria.

However, there was one problem.

“Elsia, what’s with Fione’s outfit…?”

“Well, um, this wasn’t exactly what I expected…”

Fione was currently wearing an overly revealing maid outfit.

It was black and white, but not the classic kind of maid uniform. 

The skirt was so short that her “absolute territory” was almost entirely on display—a very… ahem… indecent design.

As for the top, it was mostly just straps, barely qualifying as clothing.

She also wore white knee-high socks and long gloves.

It wasn’t some cheap costume you’d find at a discount store—it was made from high-quality materials.

“I wanted Fione to help me with my daily tasks, so I asked the succubi to make her a maid outfit, and…”

“You forgot that succubi only make sexy outfits, didn’t you?”

“…Yes.”

It seemed unintentional, but Fione’s outfit was definitely hard on the eyes.

These past few days, I hadn’t been able to fully relieve myself.

Since discovering that Elsia and the others were pregnant, I hadn’t been able to have full-on sex.

Elsia and the others had been taking turns helping me out with their hands, mouths, or breasts, but it still felt lacking.

I assumed Elsia and the others felt the same way, so we were all holding back.

And now, here was Fione in that provocative maid outfit.

“…Gulp.”

“Lord Diablo.”

“Huh!?”

Oh no. I’d gotten lost in my thoughts, even though Elsia was standing right beside me.

Her voice snapped me out of it.

“W-What is it?”

“Just because you can’t have full-on sex with us doesn’t mean you can make a move on Fione, understood?”

“I-I know that… Gulp.”

“Hmph, I find it hard to trust you when you’re like this, Lord Diablo…”

As I stared at Fione, and Elsia sighed in mild exasperation, the vice commander of Elsia’s army, Maron, burst into the room in a hurry.

“Lady Elsia, I have news! We’ve finally located the fleeing members of the Kingdom of Alvera!”

“Where!?”

“They’re in a large forest within the Kingdom of Alvera—”

Maron spread out a map and pointed to a specific location in the vast woods.

“This forest!!”

“That place…”

As I stared intently, I didn’t miss it.

Fione’s expression hardened when she saw Maron pointing to the forest on the map.

It was a subtle change, so no one else noticed—except for me, thanks to my staring.

“They disguised themselves as merchants, but our scouts confirmed it without a doubt!”

“Mobilize the entire Elsia army and surround them immediately! Don’t let them escape again!”

“Understood!”

“Lord Diablo, please excuse me for a moment.”

Elsia said with a polite bow before heading towards the door.

But Fione quickly called out to her.

“Lady Elsia!! Please, let me come with you!!”

“…No, Fione. You don’t have the strength to fight, do you?”

“That… may be true, but…”

“Then do as I asked and keep an eye on Lord Diablo to make sure he doesn’t get too close to other girls.”

What!? Fione is supposed to be my watchdog!?

Well, okay, I guess I do have a habit of getting involved with any cute girl I meet, so maybe it’s not unreasonable to assign someone to watch me.

…But hold on. If it were just a normal maid, I might be able to resist.

But Fione isn’t just any maid—she’s a super lewd loli elf maid right now.

I have absolutely no confidence that I can hold back.

While I was lost in these thoughts, Elsia left the room with Maron.

Now, it was just me and Fione.

I immediately regretted not joining Elsia on her mission.

It felt awkward to leave the room now and chase after them.

But there was a bigger issue than just the awkwardness.

“…Gulp.”

This is bad. A loli elf maid is seriously dangerous.

If this continues, I might end up making a move on Fione. And as much as I’d like to relieve myself, Fione’s presence makes that impossible!

“Where are you going, Lord Demon King?”

“Just… for a walk, I suppose.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“Huh? No, that’s not necessary…”

“It’s an order from Lady Elsia.”

Fione insisted on following me.

“Huff… huff…”

“Lord Demon King? Why are you breathing so heavily? Are you alright?”

I was desperately trying to control the raging urges of my demonic sword, which made my breathing erratic.

But Fione, completely oblivious, tilted her head adorably in front of me.

This is bad. I can’t hold on much longer.

And what was Elsia thinking? She knows me too well.

There’s no way I wouldn’t react to having this overly provocative loli elf maid right in front of me.

Or… did she plan this all along?

Elsia wouldn’t expect me to do nothing in this situation. She must know that I’d make a move on Fione.

Yes, that must be it.

So, it must be okay to make a move on Fione, right?

“Fione.”

“Yes, Lord Demon King?”

“Let’s go to the bed. Follow me.”

“…? Yes, understood.”

With no questions or suspicions, the innocent Fione followed me, and I indulged in her completely.

It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized my thoughts had been entirely driven by my lower half.

By then, Fione was covered head to toe in pure white energy.

“Hah ♡ Hah ♡ Hah ♡ Lord Demon King ♡”

“…I’ve done it again.”

As I pondered how to explain this to Elsia, I decided that I would have to resort to an acrobatic, jumping dogeza in apology.

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Afterword: Just a little side story

D: “This isn’t my fault.”

Author: “Yes, it is.”

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