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Ota looked up and closed his eyes in deep sorrow.
Lak lowered his head, a secret smile playing on his lips, a sense of immense pleasure on his face: That's it, use that level of interrogation on Mino twice as much! Heh, Mino the hero must be so "pleasant" he's lost consciousness by now.
That's the way it should be.
"I never imagined that the Mino Warrior would endure such terrifying torture in the Demon King's Castle..." The crowd was filled with reverence and sorrow.
Ota took a deep breath: "Only he could withstand such terrifying torture..."
"Gentlemen, we have all heard it."
“Even now, at this moment.” He looked around at everyone: “Mino is also bravely resisting the torment of the demons. His soul has not yielded for a moment, and his body has not found relief for a moment.”
"The torture he endured is a humiliation for all humanity! I have decided to name this day 'Mino's Day of Suffering,' or simply 'National Day of Remembrance'!"
"The people of the whole country must remember how miserable the brave Mino was on this day!"
"Your will is our will!" Everyone stood up.
Tuss lowered his head deeply, tears welling in his eyes, the last trace of doubt in his heart completely vanished.
How dare I doubt that Mino Hero! I deserve to die!
……
Demon City.
Kleidina wiped the rose essential oil off her fingers and looked at the brave man who had just finished his spa interrogation with a disheartened expression.
Mino lay on the bed, her face looking refreshed and radiant, with a healthy sheen.
He looked at Kletina and blinked.
"Can I add an extra hour?"
Chapter 18 It doesn't matter, he'll give it away for free.
The Demon King's Castle, the Hero's Prison.
Kleidina stared at Mino with a slightly serious expression, sensing his power once again.
“As expected, the same interrogation methods won’t work on you a second time,” Kleinna said.
As expected of a hero, his adaptability is terrifying.
Mino stretched and smiled.
He almost confessed...
Fortunately, he was mentally prepared compared to the last time. Although he didn't faint from pleasure, he still enjoyed it immensely.
Fortunately, the system didn't generate any tasks, which salvaged some of my dignity.
Seeing Kletina's slightly unwilling expression, Mino offered her some comforting words.
"Make plenty of vegetables!"
……
The Demon Conference.
"It seems, Lady Kletina, that we've reached a stalemate."
The demon strategist Swell's will-o'-the-wisps flickered: "As far as I know, the human camp has already taken a series of actions within the kingdom following the launch of the Round Table Conference."
"The Ice Saintess Lena has also been clashing more and more fiercely with us lately."
"At that time, we will need to extract more information from the hero."
“No need to rush, Swell,” Kleinna said.
“Fim and I are already preparing new interrogation techniques. This period of silence is just to make Mino lower his guard—”
Kleidina gave a faint smile.
As a member of the Shadow Demon clan who deeply understands human nature, she knows that frequent and continuous interrogation will only make people develop resistance.
However, if you give the other party room to recover, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, and then increase the heat again, Mino will be easily defeated once more.
"Hmph, that sounds nice."
A cold, arrogant voice suddenly appeared, "In the end, isn't your interrogation method too lukewarm, Kletina?"
The sound did not come from the will-o'-the-wisp that transmits sound, but rather appeared directly in the minds of the group.
Kleidina finally sensed the figure emanating an aura and looked in one direction: "Migo, why are you out here?"
Swell frowned slightly, his voice indifferent: "Lord Migo, please show some respect. The Scribe's status is second only to the Demon King."
"And you, now, are merely the third demon."
In the corner, a woman wearing a bright red Lolita dress and with golden pigtails stood there, blending into the shadows.
What's slightly eye-catching is that beneath the voluminous long dress that covers her slender figure, the girl's smooth legs are barefoot on the ground.
On the symmetrical sides of the head grows a pair of spiraling demon horns.
Migo tossed her pigtails with an air of arrogance, like a rose with thorns:
“Swell, you know that I only value ability, not seniority.”
The atmosphere seemed somewhat cold.
The third demon, the horned demon, Migo.
Unlike Svir and Kletina, who gradually became great demons over hundreds of years, Migo has only been born for twenty years!
Excluding the period when the Horned Demons' childhood memories were hazy, Migo surpassed many demons above Fim in just ten years, becoming the third demon below them.
She has every right to be proud.
"Hmph." Migo looked up and saw Kletina walking towards her expressionlessly.
Migo raised the corners of her lips: "Hmph, Kletina, do you find me repulsive? To me, you're nothing more than... Ouch!"
A chop to the head landed with a thud.
"Ouch, Kletina, what are you doing..." Migo clutched her head and slowly squatted down.
Kletina ignored Migo's complaints and said in a flat tone, "Migo, I remember that during the battle with the hero, your injuries were the most severe, weren't they..."
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, squatted down, and smiled.
"Didn't I tell you to recover from your injuries before you were allowed to come out...?"
Feeling Klein's chilling smile, Migo shrank back, his momentum instantly deflated.
In Kleinna's eyes, she was still just a twenty-year-old child demon, and she was quite strict with her!
"Ugh... My injuries aren't that bad! No, I'm just a lowly warrior! How could I possibly hurt a noble horned demon... Ah!"
Kleidina gently flicked Migo's magic horn.
Then, streams of demonic energy spread out from Migo's body, and Migo's body gradually shrank, revealing its original form.
A canine-like creature with spiraling demonic horns on both sides jumped around frantically.
"Look, your true form is exposed as soon as you get hurt. Don't you know that your injuries will get worse if you're not careful?"
"Ugh, Kletina... don't think you've won just like that."
Migo struggled and made a sound.
"Anyway, it's just torture! This great demon won't get hurt."
"Don't forget my abilities! I am a noble Horned Demon! Hmph!"
Swell's will-o'-the-wisp flickered slightly, and he could only try to ease the tension by saying, "Sir, in that case, why don't we let Lord Migo give it a try?"
"Her methods of torture were indeed probably the most appropriate."
"That's right!" Migo perked up, tilting her head back with a proud look.
After some time, she finally returned to her human form as a girl with twin ponytails.
Kleidina shook her head helplessly, deciding not to discourage Migo. On one hand, the Horned Demons' abilities were related to people's hearts, making them suitable for torture. On the other hand, it wouldn't matter if Migo failed.
Anyway, Mino will just give it away for free.
……
"My lord, how are you going to give yourself away next time?"
Mino jumped off the bed.
"How can you talk like that?! Do you even know how to speak properly?!"
"Can you call something a hero's act a freebie?!"
Mino looked at Altotai in the corner, her face full of heartache: "Just two failed interrogations and your trust in me has dropped to this level. I'm heartbroken, Altotai."
The Holy Sword sneered, "You should throw away the panties you keep in your shrine before you speak."
Mino trembled with anger: "How can your cold sword say such cold words?"
"Letting the hamsters discard the items they've already acquired is murder! It's account destruction!"
Mino reluctantly spoke her true feelings.
But Altottai didn't believe it.
"Heh heh. As your first familiar who has been with you for many years, I have seen through you."
In this world, spiritual beings that sign contracts with their hosts are called familiars, including the contracts between the Holy Sword and the Hero.
"Hmph, stop flattering yourself. Who said you were my first familiar?"
"What?! You've been secretly raising other familiars?! I was here first..."
"You're really handling this with ease, Mino the Brave!" At that moment, a delicate, cold laugh came from outside the cell.
The man with the sword turned his head and saw a horned girl walking in with clean, bare feet.
On the ground, a loaf of rye bread placed in front of a wooden shrine was trampled flat by the figure with pigtails, who used it as a black cloth.
Mino's eyes widened, and she cursed inwardly with a pang of heartache: