I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 82
“She really was here all along.”
“W-who are you? Don’t come any closer. I’ll scream!”
The two men cornered Bonita.
“We’ve come to rescue you, Princess.”
“Rescue me? Why? From what?”
She couldn’t make sense of what they were saying. As she took a breath to scream, the man in black quickly covered her mouth. The other man pulled a rolled-up scroll from his robe and tore it in half without hesitation.
“Ugh…”
A sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed Bonita. Unable to fight it, she lost consciousness.
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Boom, boom! Each time Teshiel’s whip lashed the ground, flames exploded with a deafening sound. Lucas, dodging the blasts, already had blood streaming down his forehead.
“Ugh…”
Despite Sophitia’s constant prayers infusing holy power into his blade, Lucas’s sword couldn’t even graze Teshiel. Jorge barely managed to deflect the whip that came down toward Lucas with his spear. Kaplites, from a short distance away, fired bolts of lightning, but they merely restricted Teshiel’s movement due to his counterattacks.
Just as Teshiel was about to swing his whip again, he hesitated for a moment.
‘…Bonita?’
The spell he had cast on Bonita had weakened—no, it seemed to have completely dissipated. Frowning, he glanced toward the bedroom. Could there have been an intruder there as well? But what reason would anyone have to target someone who seemed to be just a mere maid?
Something had undoubtedly happened to Bonita. And it was entirely his fault. She wouldn’t have been targeted like this if she weren’t the Demon King’s woman.
A sickening feeling washed over him. The last image he had of Bonita was her naked in the bathtub, gazing at him.
“Where are you looking?!”
Jorge shouted loudly as he swung his spear. Teshiel wrapped his whip around the spear and yanked it, his eyes burning with intensity.
“Move!”
Bonita. There was no time to waste dealing with these pests. The image of her, the way she looked the last time he saw her—small, hunched shoulders, those large eyes filled with worry—vividly appeared in his mind. Teshiel, growing anxious, turned his back on the fight.
“Turning your back in the middle of battle? Are you trying to run away?!”
At that moment, a single firework shot up from far beyond the outer walls. Upon seeing it, Lucas and Jorge exchanged glances. It was the signal that their plan had succeeded.
“Now!”
In unison, they lunged at Teshiel. Having fought side by side for so long, their coordination was seamless. Distracted by something else, Teshiel was quickly cornered. Jorge blocked his retreat while Lucas moved in for the final blow. Just then, Teshiel spoke.
“A diversion, was it? Which side was the bait? No, that’s not the issue right now.”
His whip swung in a wide arc, and with a resounding clang, Lucas dropped his sword. Hellfire from the whip had spread to his hand.
“Arghhh!”
“I have no more time to play.”
Teshiel raised his whip high.
“No!”
Jorge hurled his spear. The heavy spear embedded itself in the ground, wrapping around the whip instead of Lucas’s neck. Teshiel’s blazing golden eyes shifted toward Jorge. Now unarmed, Jorge threw himself onto the holy sword lying on the ground. Kaplites, who had been watching, saw the situation turn against them, and the smile vanished from his face. Even after driving Teshiel into a corner, they were now on the verge of being overpowered. Victory was slipping away.
“This isn’t going to work. We end it here.”
Kaplites, who had been in the form of a human youth, returned to his true form—an enormous dragon. As he flapped his wings, the surrounding area was engulfed in a cloud of dust. He grabbed both Lucas and Sophitia with his front claws.
“Retreat.”
“You think I’ll let you?!”
Teshiel swiftly reached out toward Kaplites’ wings. With a deafening explosion, black flames erupted, causing the dragon to stagger. Teshiel followed up by lashing his whip, and hellfire coiled around the foreleg that held Lucas. At that moment, Jorge, who had picked up the holy sword, charged at Teshiel.
“Die, Demon King!”
The blade cut through the air, leaving a bright white arc as it plunged into Teshiel’s side. Gritting his teeth, Teshiel let out a low groan and dropped the whip.
Kaplites seized the opportunity and took flight.
“No, Jorge!”
Sophitia screamed. As they rose quickly into the air, the last thing they saw was the Demon King, blood gushing from his side along with the gleaming white blade, and the explosion of black flames that tore through the air, severing Jorge’s arm.
