“Extra, extra! Read all about it! The Demon King slain by the current Hero and the Sword Saint! Three copper coins a copy! Get your paper here!”
A newsboy of about twelve or thirteen years old shouted through the town streets, a stack of newspapers stuffed into the bag slung across his waist.
Suddenly, a young girl whose face was concealed by tattered robes stepped out from before him.
She slightly raised her head to look up at the boy, tightly clutching a few copper coins in her hand, which she extended in front of him.
The newsboy took the coins and handed her a newspaper, then continued his hawking with renewed vigor.
The girl hidden beneath the tattered robes walked back to a nearby alleyway, making her way to the very end.
There, a makeshift dwelling was constructed from old, broken wooden planks.
Why call it a dwelling?
Beneath this wooden shelter lay a blanket.
Perhaps because the weather was too damp and cold, the blanket appeared to be somewhat mildewed.
The girl removed the hood that had concealed her entire head, revealing a delicate, beautiful face.
That face bore a fatigue that did not belong to one of her age.
Her long white hair hung loose over her shoulders, and quite a bit of it had become tangled from lack of washing.
Her small face was covered in dust and grime.
Beneath her long eyelashes were a pair of violet-colored eyes, but what was most striking was that the girl actually had two long, pointed horns growing from her head.
If the townsfolk were to see her, they would undoubtedly panic in terror.
This cute young girl was a member of the Demon Race.
The violet pupils and the horns on her head were proof.
The girl sat down on the blanket and eagerly spread open the newspaper, searching for something.
When she spotted an article tucked away in one corner of the paper, her body trembled slightly.
The item consisted of just a few lines of description.
“The Church of the Light Goddess rescues a girl who was trapped within the Demon Race and takes her into the Church. Due to her exceptional talent, she was accepted as a personal student by the Pope himself.”
The girl’s heart finally settled.
She murmured to herself, ‘Sister… Sister, I hope you’re living well over there. Don’t end up like me.’
She couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.
This young girl was Emil La’an. Her mind recalled the events of that day.
One month ago, the appointed day he had agreed upon with the Pope arrived as scheduled.
The several races worked together to launch the General Offensive.
Because of her covert intervention back then, several directions of the Demon King’s Castle quickly fell.
The Allied Forces advanced with an unstoppable momentum, soon reaching the core nexus of the Demon King’s Castle.
The palace of the Demon King Puromian.
At that moment, within the king’s palace were only the Demon King himself and Emil.
Due to the Defensive Barrier being too powerful, only the two strongest could enter; that is, the two leaders of the Allied Forces: the current Sword Saint, Laiyinmute, and the current Hero, Lahazhaer.
They entered the Demon King’s City to carry out this final subjugation.
When the two entered the depths of the Demon King’s Palace, they saw the figure who had cast a shadow over the various races for a century.
Immediately, Emil engaged in a feigned fight with the Sword Saint, while the Hero battled against the Demon King.
The reason for this pretense was that Emil was not sure whether the second-in-command was present or not.
That individual’s strength was not much weaker than the Demon King’s; in fact, it could be said to be almost on par.
Although Emil was nominally the third-in-command, he held very little actual power.
If that person was lurking in the shadows, then he would surely be discovered.
To avoid appearing too fake, he used most of his own abilities, but they were all countered by the Sword Saint one by one.
In particular, his nearly unbreakable ability to control life force had no effect on the Sword Saint.
The reason he could reach this position was not only due to the Demon King’s high regard but also his extremely bizarre abilities.
Soon, the outcome of their duel seemed about to be decided.
At that moment, the Sword Saint and the Hero simultaneously attacked the Demon King, unleashing their strongest techniques.
Who would have thought that Puromian would grab Emil, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and try to use him as a shield to block the attack.
Emil didn’t know what happened after that.
When he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in this town.
‘Sigh… I really want to go see how my sister is doing,’ Emil couldn’t help but miss his little sister’s cute face.
But soon, his expression fell.
He looked at his own body with some bewilderment.
The faint curve visible on her chest, the current contours of her face, and the absence of the large appendage between her legs that had been there before—these facts told Emil, ‘Wake up, buddy. What are you thinking? You’re a woman now.’
He didn’t know what had happened, but when he woke up, he was already like this.
Although his face was still the same, and the Demon Race traits were still present, the truth was that he was now a woman.
Grrr…
‘Ah… I’m so hungry. I haven’t eaten in days.’
Emil rubbed her growling stomach.
These past few days, she had been taking on odd jobs in town to support herself, but no one had hired her recently, so she had to go hungry.
‘Forget it… I’ll just sleep. If I’m asleep, I won’t be hungry anymore,’ she thought, curling up in an attempt to fall asleep.
But the hunger in her stomach made it hard to drift off.
Still, she managed to fall asleep, and the sound of her light breathing echoed through the alley.
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Time quickly passed into the dead of night.
Three drunken men staggered through the streets of the town.
One of them was speaking, a look of smug satisfaction on his face.
“Let me tell you, last time I played around outside the city, that one was exceptionally fresh… Hic! Mm, the figure, the skill… One of these days, I’ll take you two to have some fun too.”
The two men beside him grinned, looking very eager.
“Hey… I need to take a piss.”
The man who had just spoken immediately ran into a nearby alley.
He loosened his belt and started to relieve himself, when he noticed something deeper in the alley.
There seemed to be something wrapped in a blanket back there, and some wooden planks were set up to block the wind.
Shaking himself off, he pulled up his pants and walked over.
When he reached the object and lifted the blanket, a lecherous grin spread across his face.
Underneath the blanket was a young girl. It was none other than Emil.
He called his two companions over.
All three licked their lips, seemingly thinking of something unpleasant.
The reaction in a certain part of their bodies was proof of this.
With lascivious smiles plastered on their faces, they reached out toward the sleeping girl.
The two men who seemed to be the underlings pinned the girl’s limbs, while the ringleader began to undo the tattered robes on her body.
Emil’s eyes shot open.
Her violet pupils reflected the man’s lewd grin.
Seeing the girl awake, the man’s excitement grew instead of waning.
Emil was thrown into a panic.
“Who are you?! Let me go! What are you doing?!”
Emil screamed and struggled.
But now, she was just a girl with only her Regeneration Ability and no magical power at all.
Her strength was naturally useless against three burly, fully-grown men.
She could only scream for help, trying to attract the attention of any passerby.
But it was the middle of the night.
How many people were still on the streets?
“No… please… don’t, I’m begging you, don’t…”
The man slapped her across the face.
A bright red handprint bloomed on her delicate, pale cheek.
The stinging pain on her face brought Emil fully to her senses.
Her pleas for help gradually turned into sobs.
She had given up hope.
From the men’s expressions and actions, she already knew what they intended to do.
Seeing the girl in this state, the man’s face showed even more pleasure.
He said to the other two, “Today, the three of us will share. A little doll like this ought to be quite a treat, eh heh heh…”
Hearing this, the two men were ecstatic, and they tightened their grip on the girl’s limbs.
Their eyes were filled with lust.
They let out a sinister cackle.
Her clothes were now completely undone.
She could feel a rough hand groping her skin harshly.
Her eyes were wet with tears.
She closed her eyes, seemingly accepting her fate.