Of course, Histori didn’t know that simply being tossed onto the horse like a sandbag by Amir had earned her the resentment of the Knight Commander from earlier.
Right now, she was just clutching her lips, doing her best to control her stomach.
“…Urgh.”
‘…So, so bumpy. I feel sick. I want to throw up, but I can’t throw up on Amir…’
The only thing to be thankful for was that the scent of blood no longer clung to Amir as it had at the beginning.
On the contrary, a faint scent of grass and wood wafted from her hair, barely suppressing the churning nausea in Histori’s stomach.
‘It’s all thanks to my great taste in shampoo…’
Feeling the jolts would only make her more nauseous, so a pale-faced Histori placed a hand on Amir’s shoulder and asked with difficulty—
“Um, Lady Hero, where are we going now?”
“The Royal Capital of the United Kingdom. I know a priest and a Mage there. They might be able to help you lift the Curse that’s turning you into a member of the Demon Race.”
…Is that so?
She certainly hoped they could help her lift the Curse, but it wasn’t the “turning into a demon” one.
It was this moronic Blood Contract that tied her to Amir like a dog.
Histori was about to express her gratitude to Amir, but Amir’s voice suddenly paused before she added—
“…Actually, I can’t really say I know them. If anything, they might be my rivals?”
“…Rivals?”
“Yes. They and I once chased the same goal, which was this ‘Hero’s Blessing’.”
Amir turned her head slightly and patted the Pitch-black Greatsword on her back—
“One of them is the youngest and most devout Saint of the Holy See, and the other is said to be a genius Mage that only appears once every 1,000 years. When the Pope’s Oracle said that the Deity was about to bestow the ‘Hero’s Blessing’, everyone thought this favor would fall on one of those two, or perhaps Beatrix, whom you just saw.”
“However, for some reason, this blessing ended up falling on my head.”
“The Hero’s Blessing…” / [The Hero’s Blessing…]
Although she was curious about what kind of perverse effect this blessing had to allow Amir to single-handedly rush into the Demon King’s Castle and easily kill the Demon King, considering her current identity and persona, she sensibly swallowed that question.
—By the way, she also hid the slightly glowing Ruby from her chest into her pocket.
‘No, I’m begging you, Demon King. It’s one thing to chat with me while I’m sleeping, but right now we’re literally stuck behind the Hero’s back. You’re still opening your mouth so casually? Are you really not afraid she’ll turn around and cut us both in half?’
[What is there to be afraid of? Only the owner of the necklace can hear the words I speak now.]
The Demon King flew out of Histori’s pocket with total indifference, floating arrogantly between the two of them—
[The so-called ‘Hero’s Blessing’ is, to put it simply, a specialized protection meant for certain great enemies of humanity. It’s roughly similar to an all-around stat boost against specific enemies, plus the damage dealt becomes five or ten times greater.]
[However, I estimate the values given for this particular blessing are 800 or 1,000 times higher than before. The Deity truly has no shame in their attempt to kill me.]
…I see.
Based on that, the Hero’s Blessing was actually a super-buff targeted at an individual.
And this time, it bypassed the Saint, the Mage, and the knight Amir mentioned, falling directly onto her?
Thinking of this, Histori’s face stiffened, and her head began to ache.
In this situation, Amir and that Saint and Mage weren’t just rivals—they were practically enemies!
When the time came, never mind asking them to help lift the Blood Contract; just the fact that she was being introduced by Amir felt like it would be enough to give her a rough time.
[…Heh, I’ve already explained it so clearly, yet you’re still thinking about a trivial matter like lifting the Blood Contract?]
The Ruby Necklace flickered slightly before Histori’s eyes, emitting an eerie red light that only she could see—
[Simply put, the power of a blessing is limited. The greater the power it grants, the narrower its scope becomes.]
‘Narrower… scope?’
[Histori, didn’t you successfully suck the Hero’s Blood last night?]
The Demon King’s voice spoke into Histori’s ear, coaxing her—
[Since you could drink it, it means your teeth truly pierced the Hero’s skin. In other words, when facing you, there is a high probability that Amir’s Hero’s Blessing will not take effect.]
[For you, as long as you can seize the right moment, perhaps killing Amir directly wouldn’t be difficult at all.]
“…”
Killing Amir directly.
Looking at the black-haired girl in front of her who seemed completely defenseless, Histori’s gaze darkened.
If she could kill this great enemy of the Demon Race, would she be able to return to her original, unbridled, and idle life of decadence?
Would she no longer have to sleep in the wild like she did last night?
As long as…
Amir could be wiped from this world…
[Speaking of which, there seems to be a perfect opportunity on the path you are currently traveling.]
The Demon King’s malicious voice rang leisurely in Histori’s ear.
[My dear daughter, do you need me to point out that location for you?]