Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

“Who exactly are you?”

Turning her back to Fiel, closing the door, the young nun removed her black veil, her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall.

“Regarding this point, don’t you already know?”

Delia turned to face Fiel, speaking with a smile.

Her expression still inscrutable.

…What a difficult person to deal with.

Fiel grumbled inwardly.

Even when she sat on the Demon King’s throne, she particularly disliked those whose thoughts were completely unfathomable.

Unfortunately, among the demon race… no, almost everyone around her was like this.

Saying ‘As expected of Lord Fiel’ while arbitrarily arranging plenty of plans completely contrary to her original intentions.

But it was also thanks to those people that she had step by step ascended to the position of Demon King.

“…Being able to obtain and use the power of ‘light’ from the divine, at least indicates you’re a devout believer.”

Fiel narrowed her eyes, her face full of doubt,

Just as light and darkness are opposed, the existence of the demon race completely contradicts the doctrines of the Scripture they believe in,

So, merely being able to use light magic alone gave her ample reason to doubt Delia’s loyalty to the demon race.

“I need an explanation.”

“As you wish.”

Delia lowered her head, giving Fiel a simple demon race salute.

There’s a strict hierarchy within the demon race. Although she had lost almost all her magical power, Fiel was still a high-ranking demon possessing the Demon King’s bloodline. Words from her mouth were tantamount to irresistible orders for Delia.

Delia took a light breath, then extended her right hand that had just been holding the crucifix to Fiel.

“Please look.”

“This, this is…”

Fiel showed a shocked expression,

“I am a half-blood of human and demon. Using light magic like this is still within the range my body can bear.”

Although she spoke lightly, the hand presented before Fiel was in a state of utter ruin, to the extent that blood and flesh were stuck to the crucifix. Between the yellow and red flesh, one could vaguely see exposed white hand bones.

Such a result was due to the demon body filled with dark elements completely conflicting with light magic, producing this tragic state.

A wave of nausea rose in her stomach. If she hadn’t long been accustomed to such scenes, Fiel felt she might have thrown up.

At the wound site corroded by light magic, under the lamplight, one could vaguely see wriggling pink new flesh continuously growing,

This was a symbol of the demon race’s excellent self-healing ability.

Some time had passed since the spell was cast, and this was already a somewhat recovered state. It was hard to imagine to what extent her hand had been corroded initially.

Even more incredible was that despite such immense pain, this woman didn’t show it on her face at all.

…How terrifying.

Delia continued:

“Perhaps in the eyes of many demons, using light magic is equivalent to ‘betrayal’… I don’t intend to argue, but I hope you, Lord Fiel, can believe me—My existence is not that of a traitor, but a special ‘intermediary’, and it’s precisely because I possess this quality that I can do this job well.”

Among the demon race, there are many like Delia who infiltrate among humans and live like humans.

On the surface, they might appear to be ordinary humans. Some demons skilled at disguise even marry and have children with humans to avoid detection, appearing completely human while secretly being demons.

These demon special agents construct a special information network among themselves, used to transmit various valuable information to the demon side.

In human terms, they are ‘spies’ sent by the demon race.

This monastery also bears special markings that only demons can perceive,

So when Fiel, pursued by the brother who had usurped her throne and forced to flee, sensed such an aura and came here, she didn’t expect to faint halfway in the forest due to extreme weakness.

In the current situation, having lost her power, she still needed to rely on Delia’s protection, so threatening to condemn her would be purely troublesome behavior for Fiel now,

As long as it didn’t threaten demon interests, it was better to turn a blind eye as much as possible.

However…

Believing in the divine while serving the demon race…

What a hypocritical and contradictory nun.

Those believers confessing to her, if they knew this young nun was a demon, what expressions would they show?

Not intending to delve too deeply, Fiel pondered how to end the conversation, but unexpectedly, the other party spoke again:

“Lord Fiel, there’s one more thing I’d like you to hear carefully.”

“…Speak.”

Delia sat down before her, opened a wooden drawer, took out a roll of bandages and a glass bottle containing medicine, and began bandaging her right hand.

Although it would recover completely even if left alone, the special medicine could accelerate this process and reduce some magical power consumed by self-healing.

Delia’s room served both as her resting place and the infirmary of this relief agency.

When children fell and scraped their knees while playing, Delia would treat them here, but now, the injured person had become herself.

While applying medicine, she slowly began to speak:

“I will help you recover your magical power, but in return, I hope you can give up on Elsa.”

“Huh…?”

This was an unexpected request,

Fiel was quite displeased, having someone interfere with her set plans was among the top ten things she hated most.

To recover magical power, that girl with excellent magical power was undoubtedly the best choice.

Although she hadn’t been able to make a move due to Yvonne, how could she pass up such a good opportunity right before her eyes??

Delia shook her head with a wry smile,

With her bandaged hand, she took out a sealed glass bottle containing a thick red liquid from various medicine bottles,

“This is ‘Hundred Beasts Blood’ that I personally refined. I will gift this to you. If you drink one bottle every day, you will recover quickly.”

To think it’s actually Hundred Beasts Blood??

Taking the blood bottle, Fiel opened the cap and sniffed, confirming it was genuine, she was very pleased,

“…I didn’t expect you to have hidden such a good thing?”

The process of fusing and compressing the magical essence in monster blood is already quite complex and tedious, let alone ‘Hundred Beasts Blood’ which requires collecting blood from over a hundred types of monsters to refine, making it even more difficult,

For demons, there’s no better tonic than this.

Even during her reign, she hadn’t drunk it more than a few times.

But then, her magical power was abundant, so there was no need for supplements.

However… to think she could drink it in such a place.

Licking her lips, Fiel rejoiced inwardly.

“I think rather than risking exposure by sucking that child’s blood, this is a more appropriate approach. I hope you can agree.”

Despite this, she still crossed her arms and pouted, putting on a very reluctant appearance:

“Hmph… If I don’t drink, I don’t drink. For your sake, this king will let that little girl off for now.”

“Thank you for your magnanimity.”

Receiving a promise from the former Demon King, Delia finally showed a genuine, radiant smile.

This statement also marked the complete failure to trigger the Demon King route.