Chapter 5: Interrogating the Saint, or Becoming the Saint

Damn it... Even though she's just an amnesic useless Hero... How can she be this skilled?!

Phyllis lay on the bed, a faint blush on her face. She breathed softly, her breath not yet completely steady. She was completely immersed in the soft, dizzying sensation brought by Xing Yue's foot massage technique.

'I don't want to admit it, but this foot massage thing is a new experience, and it's so comfortable it's almost addictive.'

After hesitating for two seconds, Phyllis finally changed her mind.

Keeping the Hero in the Demon King Castle and having her wash my feet every day wouldn't be bad either.

Sure, I won't get to see any fun for a while, but I get to do comfortable things with this useless Hero every day. Not a loss.

Besides, Phyllis didn't believe this useless Hero would never leave the Demon King Castle. She had plenty of time; she could wait.

When Xing Yue returned from the bathroom, Phyllis waved her over. “Come here, Yue Yue, sit here~”

Once Xing Yue sat beside her, Phyllis spoke languidly. “You want to stay in the Demon King Castle? It's not impossible, but from now on you have to come wash my feet every day. Otherwise, I'll throw you straight into the Kingdom.”

Xing Yue had no objection. “Okay, Mom. No problem, Mom.”

“Of course~ There's another condition~”

A sly smile crept onto Phyllis's lips. “It's been a while since I crushed the Hero's party. The captured Saint has been tortured in every way, but she still won't reveal any Church information.”

“So, I'm giving this task to you. You'll interrogate her and get the information out. How about it? Willing?”

Seeing hesitation on Xing Yue's face, Phyllis added another option.

“If you don't want to, there's another way. I'll disguise you as a Saint and send you to the Church to spy on the ground. Either way, you choose.”

“Hiss…”

Xing Yue didn't hesitate anymore after hearing the second option. She said decisively, “Mom, then let me interrogate the Saint. I'll make her spill everything!”

“Pfft…”

Phyllis couldn't help but laugh softly, then burst into unrestrained laughter. “Hahaha~ Fine. Then the job of interrogating the Saint is yours, Yue Yue. Don't disappoint me~”

“My painting isn't finished yet. Let the demon outside take you to the interrogation room where the Saint is held. You're welcome to look around the Demon King Castle and get familiar with it. If anything comes up, just tell Dugui and it will pass the message to me.”

Phyllis waved her hand, summoning her jet-black throne. She stepped back onto it, then flew out of the room. Anyone could see how pleased she was.

“Bye, Mom!”

Xing Yue watched Phyllis leave and let out a sigh of relief.

'I guess that's what you'd expect from the Demon King. Even without doing anything, Phyllis gives off an invisible pressure.'

'Also, even though we haven't spent much time together, I can tell that this Demon King mom of mine in this world doesn't really care about me, and she doesn't value me as much as she says.'

'I even feel like in Phyllis's eyes, I'm just a tool for her amusement.'

'A total biological mother—the kind you'd use to block a bridge without any psychological pressure.'

'That said, I still know too little about this other world. All I know is that magic exists, it's a fantasy world of swords and magic, and unfortunately I was born as a demon, part of the villain faction that everyone hates.'

'From what Phyllis let slip, the Hero almost kicked me to death while on the way to defeat the Demon King.'

'So my own strength is really pathetic. If I leave the Demon King Castle, the righteous Hero will treat me like an EXP bundle. Surviving in this world on my own would be extremely difficult, no need to think about it.'

'As for reforming and joining the Hero's side...'

'Never mind whether my Demon King mom would kill me for the greater good. I'm a demon now, and I'll be a demon forever. The righteous Hero will never let me off.'

'So, even if this Demon King is just my biological mother, I have to find a way to get along with my cheap mom. After all, she's the Demon King—the pride of the villain faction!'

'Still, I don't really have a concrete sense of Phyllis's strength as the Demon King.'

'Sure, the monsters in the Demon King Castle boast that the Demon King is invincible, but who knows if that's just blind worship?'

'Phyllis says she wiped out the Hero's party, but who knows if she barely won after a hard fight?'

'Of course, I can find out about the Demon King's strength when I interrogate that Saint lady later.'

'After all, an enemy wouldn't go around bragging about how strong her opponent is, right? That would just boost the other's morale and deflate her own.'

'But at least for now, I have no idea about the Demon King's power. I really hope Phyllis is a bit stronger, so it'll be safer for me to lie low in the Demon King Castle.'

'Come to think of it, I've been in this other world for so long, and I haven't heard a single 'ding'. Looks like I don't have a system...'

Xing Yue pulled a long face, sprawled onto the bed, and started rolling around. 'So what's my cheat? Don't tell me I have nothing but being super cute? That would make me a pure defeat CG trigger girl! No way---'

After venting for a while, Xing Yue felt her stomach growl. She struggled to sit up. 'Alright, first get something to eat, then take a look around the Demon King Castle like the Demon King said, and finally head to the interrogation room to check on that Saint lady...'

A defeated and captured Saint lady—the thought was oddly exciting, but it was just a fantasy now, so Xing Yue felt somewhat indifferent.

Besides, she didn't have a hobby of torturing people, so she had no interest in it whatsoever.

To be honest, if Phyllis hadn't given her only two choices—either interrogate the Saint or become the Saint and get thrown out of the Demon King Castle—she wouldn't have wanted to take this job.

She'd rather see if the Demon King Castle had a library, to get more information about this world. That would be more useful for her survival.

And magic—learning it would naturally be the best.

Before her transmigration, she was always teased about being a thirty-year-old great mage. In this life, if she could actually cast magic and shoot fireballs, that would be pretty cool.

'Still, even though I plan to cling to my Demon King mom's leg and live off her, I need some self-protection ability just in case.'

'That way, even if I encounter a strong enemy, I can hold out long enough for my Demon King mom to come to the rescue.'

'In short, it's okay to be useless, but I can't be the kind of useless that gets kicked to death by just anyone.'

That was Xing Yue's standard for herself.