Chapter 892
## Chapter 892
“I swear fealty.”
February 1st, 1804.
Zito looked down at a human who had arrived in the True Demon World. He knelt before Zito and requested to be accepted as a member of the True Demon World.
[Ah, how annoying.]
Zito openly showed his displeasure as he looked at him.
The passage between the True Demon World and the human world wasn’t fully open yet. Although the Demon Seal Wall had been damaged, it hadn’t lost all of its functions.
Therefore, for humans to descend into the True Demon World now, they needed the help of a special entity. Even reaching Zito’s residence directly would be nearly impossible even if there wasn’t a Demon Seal Wall.
As far as Zito knew, there was only one person capable of such a feat.
[Heluram sent you, huh? Damn it, no wonder she didn’t properly explain the price of the last deal… So, accepting you was the price?]
The man didn’t answer and slowly raised his head.
Although he uttered words of loyalty and knelt, there was no trace of servility in his demeanor.
He faced Zito with an oddly dignified attitude. Zito wanted to give him a lesson right away, but he couldn’t. He was convinced that this was the price Heluram wanted.
[It’s unlikely that the witch would approach you first; it must have been your god who begged the witch. Then he asked her to make the arrangements, so that I would accept you. Geez, Sheenu used to be so arrogant in the past, I remember.]
The man’s name was Kelliark Zipple.
There was no trace of chaos in him anymore. The vitality worthy of a person, who was called the pinnacle of magic, flowed from his eyes, and the new staff ‘Hroti’ symbolizing the patriarch of the Zipple, seemed ready to release mana like a torrent.
[Hmm, I can’t quite understand what Heluram is thinking. So, tell me, and I’ll consider accepting you. That person can give you chills sometimes like this. Ugh, it’s creepy. In a way, it’s more intense than love and peace.]
“I haven’t personally heard the conversation of the gods.”
[Ah, this bastard… You’re acting so confidently because you know the superiors have finished discussing it, right? If I dragged you to the torture chamber and had some fun, I know Heluram would get mad. Right?]
“If you don’t accept me, I will leave immediately. My goal is to reclaim my clan, so even if Sir Zito lets me go, you won’t suffer any loss.”
[No, no. What if you succeed in reclaiming your clan? At that time, you might suddenly pounce on me with the complete Demon God Orb, saying you’d make me regret my choice, right?]
“Think what you want.”
[Until recently, you were in such a state that you were being trampled by your son and waiting for death. You were a conqueror on the surface. You’re still proud enough to show such dignity. I really hate that kind of thing.]
“Will you accept me?”
Zito rubbed his forehead.
As with Kelliark, he couldn’t read Heluram’s intentions.
‘Just a few days ago, we were talking about trivial matters and playing… As expected, Heluram is Heluram.’
Since the beginning of the conquest of the human world, Zito had never had a day as uncomfortable as today.
Even when Visepps was unleashed, when Orgal almost died, when news came of a crimson aura user among humans, when he lost some of his power due to Ayula, when his subordinates kept losing, Zito had always thought there was no problem.
But not this time. This time, unlike before, he couldn’t predict the variable this human, Kelliark Zipple, would bring.
The problem was that he couldn’t refuse. If he did, Heluram would undoubtedly burden him with an even bigger ‘problem’.
[Well, I’ll accept you. Just don’t do anything until I give you orders. Be like the air, like a rock on the side of the road, like hairs on a bald head. It means you’re invisible, immobile, and useless.]
“Understood.”
Immediately, as Zito waved his hand in the air, a dimensional portal opened. It was a door leading to Ragal’s Poison Demon Castle.
“Oh, Sir Zito!?”
[Hey, Ragal. Keep this guy in the 3rd prison of your castle.]
“Uh… the 3rd prison?”
[Why? What are you hiding there?]
“Hahaha, I’m not hiding anything. How could I have secrets from Sir Zito? Oh, wait. He’s a human!? Also, this face… isn’t this Kelliark Zipple, who was purged? How did he end up in the True Demon World?”
[I’ve always felt that our Ragal has a lot of questions. And not to mention, it’s why I find him annoying, you know.]
“I’m just your cute Poison Demon, Ragal Fun. Hmmm, how should we treat you?”
[Think of it like cultivating a plant. Give him food and water once in a while so he doesn’t die, and if he looks too withered, give him more.]
“You mean don’t touch him, I understand.”
As Zito gestured with his eyes, Kelliark crossed the dimensional portal. Zito closed the portal while muttering in an annoyed voice.
“The 3rd prison… I wonder if Sir Zito discovered my surprise gift. This is problematic. What do you think?”
“I don’t know.”
“Ah, I should greet you first. I’m Ragal Fun, the Poison Demon of the extremely poisonous region of the True Demon World.”
“I’m Kelliark Zipple.”
“Come to think of it, you don’t talk much… Well, of course, those who were once successful tend to be like that.”
“If you want, you can also become successful.”
“I didn’t mean it in that sense.”
Ragal’s mood improved greatly as soon as Zito entrusted Kelliark to him.
It was because he believed that Zito trusted him to that extent.
“Let me guess, you made a deal with the witch Heluram. So you were able to secretly enter Sir Zito’s domain, and Sir Zito accepted you because you’re human. And Sir Zito handed you over to me because he trusts me!”
Kelliark didn’t answer and calmly examined the Poison Demon Castle. It wasn’t much different from a castle in the human world. However, the light coming in through the windows was paler than the real sun, and the souls of humans who had fallen into hell were busy working.
“I have many questions about you. Sir Zito told me not to touch you. But that’s just his way of saying don’t torture you. Therefore, depending on how you act, we can be quite good friends.”
“Sir Zito expects me not to do anything.”
“Of course he does, since he can’t understand what Heluram is thinking! But, you know, my friend Kelliark. While it’s true that you shouldn’t do anything, I can achieve something through your information or skills. Maybe that’s why Sir Zito sent you to me.”
Ragal sang a little tune as he guided Kelliark to the 3rd prison. All the prison cells in the Poison Demon Castle were located underground. With each step down the stairs, the horrible screams of the souls being tortured echoed.
The 3rd prison was one of the cells located at the bottom, and its atmosphere was completely different from the other prisons.
It felt more like a monastery than a prison: orderly and serene. From the adjacent prisons, even more horrible screams could be heard compared to the ones they had heard before.
“Our 3rd prison, how to say it…? It’s traditionally… a place of conversion. Among them, it’s quite close to religious conversion. So, the guardians and inquisitors were once called saints in their lives. Of course, the fact that the saints ended up in hell means they were as despicable as they come.”
As Ragal approached, the guardians dressed as priests bowed their heads.
“Is the work progressing well?”
“Yes, one of them is almost fully converted, Sir Ragal. The other three are being adjusted in the 1st and 2nd prison.”
“Three of them are still in the process of adjustment? Hoho, they’re holding out better than expected. They’ll eventually end up in the 3rd prison, whether they resist or not. How pleasant it would be to simply come here and relax?”
“Within three days, they will all be gathered in the 3rd prison. By the way, is this a new recruit?”
“A new recruit, but he is not subject to conversion. This is my new friend, whom all of you must serve fervently.”
“We understand, greetings!”
The guardians bowed their heads deferentially towards Kelliark.
Soon, the guardians opened the door of the 3rd prison. The inside looked like a massive prayer room, but the difference was the fact that Zito’s painting was present instead of Ayula or gods known to the human world.
In the midst of all this, there was a woman kneeling and reading a thick book like a scripture. And that woman was someone Kelliark Zipple knew well.
“Anne Runcandel?”
Anne Runcandel.
The ninth flagbearer of the Runcandel, and the first to embrace chaos alongside her elder sister Myu. She had perished at the hands of the black knight Mon, who came to their aid to the Tona brothers during the war against the evil god. Since the prophet had died, her resurrection became impossible.
Naturally, she didn’t follow the path of reincarnation and instead, ended up in hell. Anne continued reciting what seemed like prayer verses with her eyes closed.
“So, in the 1st and 2nd prison…”
“Myu Runcandel, as well as Ran Runcandel and Vigo Runcandel. Currently, Paellito, to find them, has halted the production of soul wine that our demons usually enjoy. Using these, I plan to attack Luna Runcandel.”
-Sakiel.
-Yes, Sir Paellito.
-From now on, temporarily halt the production of soul wine. And search hell thoroughly to confirm if Luna Runcandel’s siblings are present there. They may have fallen into hell. If they haven’t already been turned into soul wine, they may still be here.
A conversation between Paellito and Sakiel when Luna handled the large fracture in Siatello with her crimson sword technique.
Ragal didn’t directly hear the conversation, but he saw through Paellito’s plan. Then Ragal had his subordinate “Gero” secure them before Paellito could.
“Kelliark, my friend, I’m going to surprise Sir Zito with a gift using these. It’s the gift of the death of the White Whale. However, you know, it’s not just Luna Runcandel’s siblings who come to our hell. Your former subordinates are also constantly arriving.”
“…Are you telling me to select useful individuals from among them?”
“Oh, you’re quite receptive! From today onwards, I will continuously send the souls of the Zipple to this place, the 3rd prison, where you will reside. Just choose the ones you need, and I will use that to impress Sir Zito. How does that sound? Simple, right?”
“I will do that.”
“Hahaha, great. Then rest a bit, I’ll bring something delicious at night. We can enjoy a glass of soul wine.”
Ragal left. The guardians, while subtly watching Kelliark, continued with their tasks.
Kelliark smiled silently. Thinking about Ganesto’s blood.
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