Yuri Hero and Loli Demon King - Chapter 14

The enormous black hole that obscured the night sky was collapsing, and black ice crystals floated slowly down. Tens of thousands of swords vanished without a trace, as if nothing had ever happened.

The dark sky was stained with a deep blue.

“……The sun.” For the first time, Nathaniel felt so moved by that dawn: “It’s the sun!”

The sun destroyed the King of the Blood Clan… the vampire’s world-covering magic sword.

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh—! It’s so hot, so hot! Ughhhhhh—!”

She writhed in pain on the ground, letting out desperate cries.

Like ants on a hot pan, she twisted, curled, convulsed, and struggled.

Her fair skin was reddened by the sunlight, stinging intensely.

It was successful; they had successfully delayed for half an hour. This battle was a victory for Saint Yeloin!

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh—!”

Her mournful cries had now become primal roars.

Finally, the agony propelled her beyond the confines of the sacred realm, soaring into the skies.

The Pope, who had hidden away until now, emerged upon seeing the signs of victory, raising his old, withered hand: “Catch her! Don’t let her escape!”

Hearing this command, all the clerics present began to chant in unison.

“Heavenly chains bestowed by the divine, the Holy Chains of Law and Order—!”

Golden chains surged toward the vampire in the sky, with multiple chains intertwining to form even stronger and unbreakable bindings.

“Let go! Let go!”

No matter how much Sheryl struggled, she was too weakened by the sunlight to break free from her restraints.

“Begin the chant for the ‘Condemnation Spell!’” the Pope ordered once more.“Your Holiness, it’s fine to let the King of the Blood Clan retreat this way!”

Concerned about the potential complications that could arise, and since the King of the Blood Clan had already decided to retreat, Nathaniel believed there was no need to continue the pursuit.

However, the Pope immediately denied this and reprimanded him: “I must avenge the humiliation of the Holy Domain being bathed in blood; I want her to wish she were dead! Attack! Attack!”

“Yes!”

The “Condemnation Spell” – that was a unique sword technique of Saint Yeloin, a skill chanted by Sword Fighters. Unlike typical sword techniques, it was a rare long-distance projection sword skill.

After chanting the spell, diamond-shaped swords flew toward the enemy like arrows. Coupled with the holy attributes of this skill, any wounds inflicted on either Blood Clan members or undead beings were difficult to heal.

“Divine Diamond Sword, Holy Sword of Infinite Causes and Effects –!”

Even restrained by the chains, Sheryl managed to evade many of the diamond swords, resulting in only a few abrasions on her legs.

“What are you doing? Aim! Be more accurate!”

After further instructions, they released over fifty swords. This time, one pierced her left thigh, three struck her buttocks, one hit her left arm, three penetrated her chest, and two pierced her back… nearly forty missed their target.

With her body already weakened by sunlight, she could no longer resist the pull of the Holy Domain and gravity after sustaining injuries, and she fell from the sky.

“Quick, go confirm her condition!” the Pope ordered immediately.

In truth, he was well aware that such wounds could not be fatal; the dawn sunlight could not kill Sheryl, unless it was the fierce midday sun. It was impossible to eliminate the Blood Clan with sunlight.

Interestingly, the Pope did not want her dead just yet.

“Report: The King of the Blood Clan still has a breath left! Should I order her extermination?”

There were only two ways to kill a Blood Clan member physically: decapitation or extracting the heart.

Currently, Sheryl had almost no ability to resist, making it incredibly easy to kill her. Normally, one would decisively eliminate her to prevent future trouble.

The Pope responded with a “gentle” smile, shaking his head: “No need to dirty your hands over the Blood Clan; bind her there, and she will naturally turn to ashes by noon.”

Even knowing she posed no threat now, the Pope still kept his distance while commanding, “Make sure she is bound more securely!”

The saints chanted the “Divine Shackles” no less than ten times.Such a level of restraint, even the Supreme King in his prime would find it difficult to break free!

After confirming multiple times that Sheryl truly could not move, the Pope cautiously approached—of course, accompanied by a dozen protectors.

“Blood Clan, do you understand?” the Pope squatted down, speaking to the blood clanswoman lying on the ground. “This is the retribution for defying the divine.”

What responded to him was a flat, emotionless expression. No, it was just hard to describe the emotions on her face: it wasn’t anger, yet it contained anger; it wasn’t hatred, yet it brimmed with hatred; it wasn’t determination, yet it was filled with determination; it wasn’t mockery, yet it radiated mockery.

Neither her brows nor her mouth showed the slightest change, yet it made the Pope feel deeply humiliated.

Apart from Nathaniel, the commander of the Canonical Guard, the Pope dismissed the other accompanying guards and allowed the remaining hundred or so elite soldiers to leave for rest.

He knew he was absolutely safe now; no miracle could turn the tide for Sheryl.

“My name will go down in history; I am the first Pope to lead Saint Yeloin in defeating the Supreme King!”

Listening to this conversation, Nathaniel felt perplexed: Is this really alright?

Without considering the overall gains and losses for Saint Yeloin and mentioning the sacrifice of over ten thousand people, he was solely focused on his historical positioning. Is such a leader truly suitable? Is this the right person to be the Pope of Saint Yeloin?

No, Saint Yeloin should be an organization that glorifies and respects the divine, not a tool for personal achievement. While defeating the King of the Blood Clan is necessary and inevitable, there is a fundamental difference—that is the reason and purpose behind this battle.

We fight the King of the Blood Clan because we absolutely cannot retreat; once we evade, the Saint Yeloin we aim to protect will be destroyed!

Does the Pope also fight for Saint Yeloin?

“My name is Gregory Deacon Ti! I am the ultimate being who fulfills the glory of the divine! I am the enforcer who eradicates those who defy God!”

He speaks of God repeatedly, but does he truly love the divine?

Why? The Pope’s expression shows no glory in honoring God, no pity for the sacrifices, no anger towards the Blood Clan.

Why do I only see his self-satisfied joy?

Oh, God!I am guilty; I actually questioned the intentions of that Pope, but I really do not understand… Oh, Supreme God, does that gentleman truly love You?

“Nathaniel.”

This call interrupted his thoughts.

Well, Nathaniel never believed he could guess anything, nor was it necessary to continue guessing. If all of this is divine will, then all he needed to do was obey.

Regardless of whether the Pope is right or wrong, God is always right. Since God did not oppose the actions of the Pope, as a human, there is no need for him to say more.

“Here.”

“You should also step down! I can handle this alone.”

“Your Holiness?”

“Step down; God will protect us from harm. Step down, Nathaniel.”

“Yes.”

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After confirming that no one was around, Pope Gregory IX began to laugh heartily, while trampling the mud-streaked face beneath his ornate leather boots.

“Hahahahaha! Blood Clan, look at you in this sorry state! Is this the King of the Blood Clan? Weak, so weak!”

The Pope forcibly pulled on the King of the Blood Clan’s cherry-colored long hair, lifting her head to face him.

Her face, like a work of art, stirred an impulse to kiss deeply, even enchanting the noble and pure Pope.

He shifted his gaze downward from her face, gliding over her slender neck, past her alluring collarbone, to her chest.

—His gaze halted.

Deep within her soft flesh were three piercing blades, alongside countless cuts from the earlier assault; however, these only enhanced her beauty. In fact—according to the Pope, this made her even more beautiful.

He tore open her clothing, exposing her fair skin to his gaze.

“What’s the matter? Not going to resist? Not going to moan?”Are you not going to plead? Even if you are a vampire, you are still a woman, right? Don’t you feel ashamed being touched like this by a man?”

The Pope extended his index finger, tracing the wound and outlining its perfect shape.

“I have no interest in humans,” she replied, her previously indifferent expression now tinged with mockery as the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. “The fact that humans can become aroused by any species truly shows how filthy they are.”

“Stop belittling humanity, Blood Clan! God created humans in His image, which means the appearance of man reflects that of God. Humans should be the most divine beings closest to God! Any species that evolves and grows stronger often transforms into a humanoid form; you are no exception. The Seven Kings of the Cardinal Directions are all failed imitations of God, only humans are born with the shape and appearance of the divine!”

“No matter how similar the appearance, it doesn’t mean the essence is the same, unless…” She narrowed her eyes. “Unless God Himself is also a disgusting being that can be aroused by all things in the world, then I would acknowledge that you lot are the same.”

Upon hearing this, the Pope was furious.

In an instant, the desire to slowly torment the Blood Clan vanished—now he would plunge her into the torturous hell!

He squeezed both of her breasts tightly, as if trying to crush them, exerting all his strength. Blood gushed from the wounds under this pressure, and her pale skin gradually flushed red.

“Come on! Cry for me, oh King of the Blood Clan! I want to lick and see if your despairing tears are sweet, bitter, or salty?”

“Despair?”

Sheryl truly could not fully grasp the meaning of the word.

This pain… is it despair?

“Is it here?”

The Pope’s fingers left her chest and trailed down her abdomen, wandering around her thighs for a moment before stopping. “If your legs are covered in blood, would you feel despair?”

After lifting her indigo skirt, the Pope took a deep breath, savoring the fragrance of her cherry-red blood. His fingers moved from her thighs to the slightly protruding mound, teasing her through her underwear.

“Oh, King of the Blood Clan, if I remember correctly, you are a vampire, right? How about it? Are you interested in tasting your own virgin blood? Hahaha, soon I will let you savor the flavor of your own virgin blood!”

As he spoke, he let out a sharp, grating laughter, reminiscent of chalk against a blackboard, a sound that starkly contrasted with his elderly, peaceful appearance, only evoking the image of a perverted middle-aged man.

He grasped the sides of her underwear, preparing to pull it down.”Oh? I see! I thought the Pope was some kind of sacred and solemn sage!”

That was a woman’s voice, sounding somewhat deeper than an average woman’s.

A shadow, a human figure reflected on the severely damaged ground, stood high above, backlit, obscuring the sun.

The Pope’s previous actions were interrupted by this sudden voice; he lacked the courage to look up at the newcomer before the sunlight and panicked, thinking about how to explain the current situation.

“Not a sage, but rather a lecher, right? Indeed, if one is already sufficiently sacred and solemn, why bother wearing such ornate garments?”

“This is a misunderstanding!” The Pope shouted, his voice strained as he hurriedly defended himself. “I was concerned that her equipment had light resistance properties, so I intended to remove all of it to ensure she was destroyed by sunlight!”

“Oh?”

Even though the backlight made her appear dark and her appearance was hard to discern, her golden hair stood out all the more because of the light.

“To cover pure gold with gold leaf, to paint the pure lily flower with pastel colors, to sprinkle perfume on the violet petals, or to attempt to enhance the brilliance of the bright sun with candlelight—it is all truly ridiculous.”

(Note: This line is from Act IV, Scene II of “King John.”)

The golden-haired woman continued, “Oh, saint, if you are already divine, why do you need to embroider those sacred symbols on your garments? Oh, saint, if your heart is rich, why decorate your clothing with so many inappropriate ornaments?”

“Woman, what are you trying to express?”

“Only the vile need to feign holiness; only the hollow need to pretend to be rich. Pope of Saint Yeloin, does not your God wear nothing but a pure white robe?”

“Do you want to insult me? Do you want to call me vile and hollow? Proud woman, state your name!”

The sunlight, dimmed by floating clouds, gradually illuminated the appearance of the woman atop; it was a girl with long golden hair, dressed in a deep blue long coat with a white sailor suit underneath.

In May, such attire would seem out of place, but due to the unusual climate this year, the summer still hovered around a low temperature of only ten degrees.

Not only the climate was unusual, but even human hearts were abnormal! What should have been sacred had turned vile, order had devolved into chaos, and selflessness had shifted to selfishness… everything had become a complete mess.

The war between the three major human organizations and the Demon King, along with the conflict between the Blood Clan and Saint Yeloin, had begun to unfold, as this world slowly transitioned from peace to turmoil.

The girl let out a deep sigh, “Ah, what a cursed consequence this is!”

“Woman, tell me your name!” the Pope shouted angrily.

“The times have become disjointed; this is an age of cultural decay and moral decline.”

(Note: This line is from Act I, Scene IV of “Hamlet.”)

“Answer me—!”

Facing the Pope’s nearly mad scream, the girl merely cast a glance with her blood-red pupils, completely disregarding him.

Suddenly, she lightly leaped down from her high position to stand before the Pope and the King of the Blood Clan.Upon a closer look, the Pope noticed the fox ears atop the girl’s head and a few fluffy tails behind her.

— Blood Fox?

“Only she has known my name throughout history.”

“Who?”

“Yui, the daughter of the Demon King.”

The daughter of the Demon King? — The Pope couldn’t comprehend what the girl was saying. The current Demon King was just a girl; how could she have a daughter?

“What are you talking about? The current Demon King, ‘Lupamoroy,’ doesn’t have any daughters! If you’re going to lie, you should do your research and have your facts straight first!”

“…’Lupamoroy’?”

The girl showed an extremely astonished expression.

No matter how out of touch she might have been, she shouldn’t have never heard of such a well-known figure as the Demon King. Yet, she indeed had never heard that name before, or perhaps she just couldn’t recall it.

“How is this possible? It shouldn’t be like this! Isn’t the Demon King ‘Loyel’?”

The answer she received only confused the girl further — she had mentioned the name of the former Demon King, who had already perished in the Sidoa Great War five hundred years ago in the year 2100 of the Sidoan Calendar.

“The Sidoa Great War… five hundred years ago?”

For the girl, that great battle had happened only a few months ago.

The current date was May 4, 2600 of the Sidoan Calendar, which differed by exactly five hundred years from the date she remembered. What had happened during that lost time?

She couldn’t understand how five hundred years could have passed in the blink of an eye.

“This is truly an incomprehensible phenomenon; I suppose I should face it with an attitude of seeing the unusual as nothing strange! There are many things in the world that our thoughts cannot grasp!”

“Don’t worry about those unnecessary details anymore.””State your name, woman, and explain your purpose.”

“My purpose? Of course, I came to save that Blood Clan member beside you. How could I allow you, old man, to tarnish her?”

“Listen well, I’ve explained already: I’m concerned about her gear having light-resistant properties, which is why I removed it! If you’re going to ruin my reputation, just wait and see!”

“What can you do? Human, your power doesn’t even compare to a millionth of mine! I suggest you obediently hand over that Blood Clan member to me!”

Though the Pope was unwilling, he realized he was completely powerless in this situation and began to regret sending away his guards.

“While in theory she should have been eradicated, it isn’t impossible for there to be exceptions. Judging by your appearance, you must be the Blood Fox, right?”

“Eradicate? Ah, is that so? So I was eradicated, huh?” The girl accepted this with an unusual calmness, understanding all the discrepancies with her memories: “I am indeed the Blood Fox.”

“Is that why you’re saving the King of the Blood Clan? Because of your similar bloodlines?”

The girl shook her head: “How could the Blood Clan and the Blood Fox have a good relationship? Although we are closely related species, we once split into two factions due to a civil war!”

“Then why are you specifically here to save her?”

“Have you misunderstood something? I’m just passing by to buy soy sauce.” Whether it was true or not, her smile made her words sound somewhat dubious.

“Then there’s no need to save her, right? Leave this place, woman; this doesn’t concern you.”

“Even though I happen to be passing by, I now want to save her!”

With that, the girl ignored the Pope’s presence, walked over to Sheryl, and draped her long coat over her.

“Do you… know me?”

“No, what is your name?”

“Sheryl Valyan Stelagis.”

“What a beautiful name, Sheryl.” She then turned to the Pope and said, “That’s how it is, Pope of Saint Yeloin. Because this child is too beautiful, I kindly ask you to give her to me!”

“What sort of joke is this—?!”

“To thank you for letting this child come to me, let me tell you my name…”

The wind began to howl.

Dark clouds snatched away the sunlight, seizing the brilliant sky.

A storm was about to arrive; the peaceful clear sky was coming to an end.

The wind wildly dispersed the words, scattering the girl’s name away.Faintly, the girl’s name reached the Pope’s ears, even if it was just a broken, intermittent name.

“…Yi…Li.”