“Ahh… looks like I’m screwed.”
Lafei looked at the man lying on the ground with a panicked expression.
That man was none other than Lynmute.
She thought to herself.
‘Should I bury him? With a hit like that, anyone would be dead.’
With that thought, she had already started considering where to bury Lynmute.
She watched Lynmute lying on the ground, blood still spurting from his head.
Her hands unconsciously twisted together as her mind raced, trying to figure out a good spot for the corpse.
‘Maybe the back garden? That should work.’
With this in mind, Lafei immediately started moving.
She grabbed Lynmute’s hand and dragged him toward the back door.
The Sword Saint on the ground was now gushing blood, leaving a long trail that stained the floor Lafei had so diligently cleaned today.
Lafei looked at the floor, somewhat distressed.
“Ugh… looks like I’ll have to clean the floor again. I wonder if I need some special cleaner or something… Eh?! What?”
Lafei felt the arm she was dragging twitch slightly.
She muttered,
“Was that my imagination? Probably.”
She redoubled her efforts, dragging Lynmute toward the backyard.
After great difficulty, she finally managed to haul him there.
Dumping Lynmute to the side, Lafei walked to the toolshed and fetched a shovel.
She roughly measured Lynmute’s size and started digging a hole.
“Huff… huff… Why is this soil so hard?”
She complained, but her movements gradually sped up.
A few hours later, the sun was just starting to peek out.
Lafei finished digging.
A pit large enough to fit Lynmute vertically was ready.
Satisfied with the large hole in the ground, she grabbed Lynmute’s body and started dragging him toward it.
“Ah… why can’t I move him? That’s impossible, I just— Eh!!”
Lynmute now had his eyes wide open, staring straight at her.
His entire face was stained red with blood gushing from the top of his head.
He looked exactly like a demon from hell, as terrifying as it gets.
“Ma… master… I… I…”
This scene made her a bit flustered—not because she was scared, but because Lynmute was still alive after such a heavy blow from her.
And now he was awake, so she couldn’t help but panic.
“Tch… My head hurts so much. Lafei~ Do you have any idea why my head hurts?”
Lynmute smiled brightly at Lafei, who was still grasping his arm and trying to drag him into the hole.
His already blood-soaked face made Lafei’s body tremble involuntarily because of that smile.
Lynmute sprang up from the ground and wiped some of the dried blood off his face.
The smile on his face deepened.
“Lafei, guess what your master is going to do now~?”
Hearing this, Lafei’s purple eyes were filled with panic.
She could only lower her head, avoiding his gaze.
“Master, Lafei doesn’t know.”
Her voice was filled with fear, and her body trembled involuntarily.
After all, this was entirely her fault.
Even if Lynmute now hit her back, she wouldn’t say anything.
It’s not like she would die—it would just hurt.
Seeing Lafei like this, Lynmute’s mouth twitched.
He was really angry now.
In fact, from the start, that smile on his face was a smile of pure rage.
He clamped one hand on Lafei’s face, forcing her to look at him.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he slowly spoke one sentence.
“Your master right now really wants to plant lovely Lafei in the ground and grow little Lafeis~”
Then he deliberately brought his face closer so Lafei could clearly see his expression.
“Lafei understands, master.”
At that moment, she could only force a smile that looked uglier than tears as she looked at Lynmute, acknowledging his words.
Ten minutes later.
Lynmute looked satisfied at Lafei’s current state.
He just tied her to a tree in the yard.
Of course, he didn’t tie her too tightly.
He had a sense of proportion; no need to hurt her.
Even though he really wanted to plant Lafei in the ground, upon second thought, that seemed too much.
So he just gave her a slight punishment.
He fetched a coat from the room and draped it over her, so she wouldn’t catch a cold from the night wind.
Then he took a black object and stuffed it into Lafei’s mouth.
He didn’t want her shouting to cause any unnecessary trouble.
He hated dealing with the Imperial Police more than anything.
Not that it would be more than a minor inconvenience.
What was in her mouth was none other than the stockings that had been on his own legs this morning.
“Mmm… mmm!”
“Stay here and reflect properly. If I find out you’ve run away~ What do you think I’ll do to you~?”
He even winked, and that expression made Lafei, who was now “planted,” shiver.
Her butt somehow ached faintly.
Then Lynmute opened the back door and went back into the house.
“Tch… That really hurts. That little maid Lafei looked like she had no strength, but that blow was really vicious.”
He took out alcohol and cotton from the cabinet and washed the blood off his face.
After disinfecting with alcohol, he wrapped a bandage around his head.
Then he pushed open the door to his room and sat down at the desk covered with papers and books.
“Ah… What a pain. Can’t those old geezers in the empire just die already? So many damn problems.”
He pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper from the inner pocket of his clothes and stared at it with a grave expression.
The paper was small, but on it was a prominent title.
“On the Post-war Purge and Resettlement of Demon Remnants”
He leaned back in his chair, his head aching.
These three days in the Imperial Capital, attending meetings and discussing these matters with those old fossils, had made his brain feel overloaded.
In the empire, the faction led by the King advocated for completely wiping out the remaining Demon forces to eliminate future trouble.
But Lynmute, belonging to the Pope’s faction, advocated for incorporating the Demon forces into the human side.
After all, the Demon Race’s naturally powerful physique, if utilized by humans, could greatly boost the overall quality of humanity.
“Ah… annoying as hell, ” Tiredly, Lynmute grabbed a random blank sheet from the large pile of rough papers.
Then he took out a pen and started doodling.
Even though he would never actually do anything like that, it was fine to think about it.
In no time, he had drawn a simple sketch.
He picked it up, looked it over, and couldn’t help but laugh.
The drawing was nothing else but Lafei.
In the picture, Lafei was buried in the ground, with only her head exposed, her face flushed.
As for the lower body, Lynmute had indeed drawn it—just underwear buried in the ground.
But suddenly, a sinister grin crossed his face, and he added a few more strokes.
“Hmm~ That’s more like it. A beautiful girl and tentacles… nothing beats that.”
In the picture, the girl’s lower body was wrapped in dirt, while several tentacles crawled over her body, slithering across her.
One tentacle had even reached that place.
Lynmute looked at his drawing with satisfaction.
He got up, took down one of the picture frames from the wall, crumpled the original picture inside, and threw it into the trash.
Then he placed that The Suffering of Lafei drawing inside the frame and hung it back on the wall.
He lay down on the bed.
The wound on his head was already somewhat better.
After all, as one of the peak combatants, his physique was a bit special.
Though far inferior to the monstrous physique of the Demon Race, it wasn’t that far off.
Except for Lafei’s kind—that kind of physique was nearly immortal.
“Let her reflect properly. I’ll sleep a bit and then let her out.”
With that, Lynmute closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Having not slept for three days, his spirit was already low.
And after Lafei’s blow just now, his mental state was even worse.
—
“Mmmph! Mmm!”
Lafei was utterly defeated.
Her snow-white skin was slightly red from the ropes, though she could actually break free.
But… then what would happen?
If she ran away, her perverted master would punish her even more severely.
She let out a faint sigh, but even sighing was difficult right now.
Saliva dripped down the black stockings.
She really wanted to spit the thing out, but because of Lynmute’s strange command, she couldn’t.