Chapter 8
After confirming that Lisbeth had nowhere left to run, Kristia did not immediately scold her. Instead, she chose to sit directly in front of the trembling woman.
She observed Lisbeth up close, who was clutching her chest tightly.
“Hey, what are you doing clutching your chest like that?” Kristia asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Anyone would think I was about to do something terrible to you.”
“Isn’t that… isn’t that what you’re planning?” Lisbeth stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “Weren’t you going to cut off my chest?”
Clearly, Lisbeth had taken Kristia’s words during the chase entirely to heart. As if protecting her most treasured possessions, she desperately shielded her chest, leaning her body as far back as possible.
Witnessing her reaction, Kristia let out a soft chuckle. “Hmm, you’re absolutely right. I really do want to cut them off~”
“Just as I thought! Wuwuwu, please don’t do it!” Lisbeth wailed dramatically. “If you cut these off, a significant part of my happy time after showering every day will be gone!”
“Are you truly a Hero…?” Kristia mused, a hint of disbelief in her tone.
In Kristia’s eyes, Lisbeth at this moment was utterly pathetic, a stark contrast to the figure she had first encountered in the throne room.
However, seeing Lisbeth’s dramatic reaction seemed to mollify Kristia somewhat. A faint smile still graced her lips as she spoke.
“Alright, if you can honestly answer my questions,” Kristia began, “I’ll consider not laying a hand on those vulgar breasts of yours. After all, they felt quite nice when I brushed against them this morning.”
“Right, right! Aren’t these breasts simply wonderful!” Lisbeth exclaimed, her previous fear forgotten. “Oh, I don’t know who created this body, but whoever did is an absolute genius! The softness of these breasts is nothing short of perfect—they must be every man’s ideal, no exaggeration!”
“If you wished, Demon Lord, you could even ask that person to help you… uh… I mean…”
At the mere mention of breasts, Lisbeth seemed to ignite with an inexplicable excitement. When a person reaches such a state, it often means they are prone to speaking without thinking, blurting out unnecessary words.
Evidently, the latter half of Lisbeth’s statement greatly displeased Kristia, whose mood had only just begun to stabilize. The cold, dangerous glint now flickering in Kristia’s eyes was the clearest proof.
“If you dare to bring up those damned breasts again,” Kristia warned, her voice chilling, “I won’t hesitate to cut them off right this instant.”
“Wuwuwu! I know I was wrong!” Lisbeth cried out, her eyes wide with panic. “So please, *please* don’t lay a hand on them!”
“Hmph.” Kristia scoffed.
Seeing that Lisbeth had acknowledged her mistake, Kristia let out a cold huff. She then fixed Lisbeth with a piercing gaze.
“First, answer me this,” Kristia demanded. “How do you know the name Til? That name should only be known by Father and Mother, so how is it that you can utter it?”
“It’s a secret~” Lisbeth chirped, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Hm!?” Kristia’s brow furrowed.
“Wuwuwu! Don’t squeeze my chest so hard!!” Lisbeth shrieked.
Upon hearing Lisbeth’s immediate, flippant answer, Kristia’s patience snapped. She reached out and seized one of Lisbeth’s breasts, squeezing it viciously.
“If you don’t want to lose these useless lumps of fat in my hand right now,” Kristia raged, “then answer me honestly!”
“Ow ow ow! It hurts, it hurts so much!” Lisbeth cried out. “Demon Lord, please let go first!”
“Hmph, then answer me quickly,” Kristia urged, her grip unwavering.
Realizing that Lisbeth was genuinely in unbearable pain, Kristia finally released her grip. The moment her chest was freed, Lisbeth frantically covered it again with both hands.
It seemed that this time, no matter what transpired, she had no intention of letting go.
“I already told you, if you answer my questions honestly, I won’t do anything to you,” Kristia reiterated, her voice laced with impatience. “So I’ll give you one more chance: tell me why you know the name Til?”
“It’s a secret.” Lisbeth’s response was firm.
“Lisbeth, are you toying with me?” Kristia’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
Even though Lisbeth clearly understood the consequences of refusing to answer, she stubbornly persisted in her refusal. More importantly, her eyes were now filled with a resolute expression, as if she would never speak, no matter what transpired.
“Demon Lord,” Lisbeth stated, her voice unwavering, “I cannot tell you about this matter.”
“Then what *can* you tell me!?” Kristia’s voice rose, frustration evident.
As Lisbeth’s words faded, an angry expression once again marred Kristia’s face. She pointed an accusing finger at Lisbeth.
“Honestly, I truly don’t understand what’s going on with you!” Kristia fumed. “A siege battle with the human forces is imminent, yet you inexplicably broke into my Demon Lord’s Castle, claiming you wanted to be my servant.”
“But after that, aside from me telling you to announce your capture to the humans and order their army to retreat, you haven’t answered *any* of our questions directly!”
“If it weren’t for your immense strength, we wouldn’t even be able to get close to you!” Kristia continued, her voice rising. “Otherwise, I would genuinely want to have someone hang you up and beat you for three days and three nights, just to see if you’d talk!”
“Yet, in the end, even after your body was transformed into such a barren state, you still refused to utter a single word. What exactly is wrong with you!?”
It was clear that Kristia harbored a multitude of questions about Lisbeth. Now that they were finally alone, all her pent-up frustrations and doubts erupted.
‘Oh dear, she really is just a ten-year-old child after all,’ Lisbeth thought, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Despite having inherited the title of Demon Lord at only ten years old, Kristia’s psychological fortitude had yet to be sufficiently tempered. No matter how mature and steady she appeared on a daily basis, once she reached her breaking point, she would still act like a ten-year-old, impatiently demanding to know everything.
“Demon Lord, please calm down~” Lisbeth said soothingly.
“What!?” Kristia exclaimed, taken aback.
Lisbeth, however, still showed no intention of answering her questions. Instead, she suddenly reached out a hand and gently stroked Kristia’s head.
“Demon Lord,” she began, her voice soft and earnest, “although there are many questions I cannot answer for you, there is one thing I hope you understand: since I said I wished to become your servant, I will absolutely never betray you.”
“And there’s one more thing I wish you to know.”
“Wh-what is it?” Kristia stammered, a strange flutter in her chest.
Although Lisbeth was stroking her head, Kristia had every reason to simply chop off her hand then and there. Yet, for some unknown reason, whether it was being held in Lisbeth’s arms this morning or having her head stroked now, Kristia genuinely felt a peculiar sense of warmth.
“That is, I love you more deeply than anyone else in this world,” Lisbeth declared, her gaze unwavering, “though you might not believe it.”
“Y-you, you, you, what are you suddenly saying!!!” Kristia spluttered, her face flushing crimson.
Although Kristia had imagined Lisbeth might utter some shocking words, this declaration still far exceeded her wildest imagination. Her small face turned entirely crimson.
“N-no, no, no, no matter what, I am the Demon Lord, and you are the Hero!” Kristia stammered, flustered. “We can’t possibly be together! Although I’m surprised by your sudden confession, but… eh eh eh!?”
Lisbeth’s sudden confession plunged Kristia into a state of utter confusion. Seeing this, Lisbeth did not stop; instead, she seized Kristia’s small hand.
She gazed at the Demon Lord with an expression of profound affection.
“Th-that… this… you…” Kristia mumbled, completely flustered.
Having her hand suddenly clasped by Lisbeth made Kristia’s small face flush as red as a ripe apple. However, just as the atmosphere around them was beginning to turn decidedly rosy, Lisbeth’s next words instantly plunged the mood to a freezing point.
“And also, this body is not barren at all; on the contrary, it possesses so many things I never had before,” Lisbeth continued, completely oblivious. “I am truly grateful to the person who created this body, and to you for putting my soul into it!”
“Oh, being able to knead such perfect breasts every night is simply…”
“Wuwuwu! Ow ow ow ow ow!!!” Lisbeth shrieked.
“You… you damn big-breasted fox!!!!” Kristia roared, her face contorted in fury.
The atmosphere had been rather pleasant just a moment ago. However, the instant Lisbeth’s outlandish words tumbled from her lips, Kristia could no longer contain her fury.
She abruptly seized Lisbeth’s breast once more, squeezing it with all her might.
“What’s so great about it! What’s so great about it!” Kristia yelled, her voice laced with indignation. “It’s just big breasts!! I’ll become that big in the future! I’ll definitely become that big!!!”
“Wuwuwu! I get it! I get it already!” Lisbeth screamed, tears welling in her eyes. “So please don’t take your anger out on my breasts, Demon Lord!”
In the moments that followed, Kristia completely disregarded Lisbeth’s desperate cries. She mercilessly and frantically squeezed her breasts, showing no mercy.
Finally, when Hilda eventually located Lisbeth and Kristia in the secret passage, she found Lisbeth quietly sobbing, clutching her chest protectively.