Leave a comment

Sponsored by: Fullmoon, Maou99sama, Emblyon, Maxamaicus, Alex Rod, Andreas Bou, HatefullMango, NuckinFutz and Yanga

The Dark Elven Warrior lowered her head in silent thought for a second then shot me a deathly glare.

“…”

That stare… Why does it feel like I just got blamed for something I didn’t do?

“I was born from a natural union between my father and mother!” As the female warrior said that, I could hear her teeth gnashing against each other.

“Gomen… gomenasai…” I dryly laughed at the same time as I apologized, even though I knew she probably didn’t understand Japanese. Just like that, the scene turned awkwardly silent.

“So how far is this place from where Ancarin and Regine are?” In order to break the awkwardness, I randomly threw out a question at a snickering Jezsere.

“Quite far. We would have to pass through two duchies before reaching them.” As she said that, she rested her chins on her palms while looking up at me -that was definitely on purpose…

“When my brother and I returned to the clan, it took roughly two months of travelling.”

That’s… quite far, indeed.

Hmmm… I don’t think they beelined for their clan though. During that two months, they must’ve stopped every now and then, perhaps hid for a day or two, or maybe even pulled a couple of doublebacks. A straight course to their clan would have been dangerous.

“Oh right, I heard from your mother that the both of you ran away from home, then returned with my medium.” I looked right at her ruby-red eyes then, causing her cheeks to blush a little. “Why did you run away from home? And what does it mean to contribute to the clan? I know you decided to return home because you obtained my medium… simply put, I want to know the real reason you left home.”

Jezsere had a really timid personality, at least that was how she acted in front of me. Even a little scare was enough to send her jumping; so why would such a timid girl ever choose to run away from home? Well, I clearly didn’t believe that she would do so willingly. There had to be some secret behind her departure. What sort of depravity or inhumanity would force her to do so… honestly, I was just interested in all matters related to a cute girl. Especially when that girl’s personality was so at odds with her environment.

“I… I… Master… Jezsere is afraid…”

Upon hearing my question, she seemed to have recalled a particularly traumatic experience that left her in tears and almost sent her running into my arms…

Let’s be clear here, that wasn’t because I bullied her. All I did was ask a question, was there a need to cry over that? She could have just not answered if she didn’t want to.

Seeing her react so adversely to that memory, my instincts immediately told me that the reason for her departure must have laid with that dirty spider of a clan leader.

“Alright, alright. It’s okay now, you have your master here to protect you.”

Because both my arms were still bound up, I could only use my chin to gently ruffle her hair.

“sob… Master…will you really protect Jezsere?”

“Of course, your master adores Jezsere, he will definitely protect Jezsere.”

Finally, after much comforting, her tears began to stop. Even so, she still hugged me perhaps in a bid to find safety.

A timid, adorable crybaby like her easily provoked a need to protect her amongst those who knew her, even I was no exception. Now I really wanted to know exactly what had caused her to react in such a manner.

For a simple memory from two years ago to frighten her like this… oh my poor little rabbit… Actually, I hadn’t noticed until now but… she smells really nice. That frosty floral fragrance… and those soft white arms wrapping around me…ahem, I’m not trying to take advantage of her -I’m just comforting her, that’s all!

Besides, I’m still a prisoner here, without a pee pee…

“Do you know what’s going on?” Ever since Jezsere entered the room, that jailor of mine had become more talkative. In light of that, she might just be the breakthrough point I was looking for. “If you know what’s going on, please tell me.”

The Dark Elven Warrior hesitated for a while, but after seeing Jezsere hug me so tightly, her tears already managing to soak through the silk that bound me, she relented. Man, when she cries, she really cries…

“It was all because of our clan’s rules…” She started explaining the whole situation. Upon hearing her explanation, I began to seriously consider whether or not the apocalypse was well deserved.

The Dark Elves had always worshipped Lolthe. Because of that, they raised countless spider-related magical beasts. It was said that the strongest amongst these beasts even possessed the bloodlines of Lolthe herself. Whether or not this was true was still up for debate, but even if they had, it would be miniscule.

The Dark Elves’ devotion to Lolthe had reached a feverish level amongst all the clans, this coupled with their extreme materialism meant that those who had no value did not deserve to exist. It had to be said at this point that everyone had to contribute to the clan… otherwise you would be made to contribute.

Jezsere’s clan had always worshipped martial prowess. Those who couldn’t contribute to the clan were severely despised in such an environment. Because Jezsere was a timid girl, she was unable to contribute. Even getting her to summon a Small Imp ended in failure, let alone asking her to go rob someone. She once tried to summon a Small Imp, but that Small Imp ended up bullying her instead, even though she could have just thrown a simple spell to take care of that Devil…

So why should the clan feed such a worthless trash? Voices similar to that began to appear amongst the other clan members, even if Jezsere was the youngest daughter of their clan leader.

The question was how to make her contribute then? Turn her into a Spider Elf, that’s how!

The offsprings between a Dark Elf and a spider-related magical beast were all half spider, half humanoid, and were known as Spider Elves. Another name for them was Dryder.

Dryders were seen as a blessing from Lolthe the Spider Queen. Even though Dryders were dim by nature – being only able to speak the simplest of words – but they had all the traits of their beastial half. Furthermore, their combat prowess was astonishing, making them an integral part of the Dark Elves’ combat strength.

Shameless Self-promotion

Announcement: I’ve re-opened my Patreon in case anyone wants to sponsor more chapters. Every end of the month, those chapters in early access will be released for free for all to read. If you sponsored a chapter, you will gain permanent early access to these chapters. Essentially, everyone gets more chapters to read, but those who donated get to read earlier. More chapters will then be translated at the start of the month. Explanation on the Patreon itself.

LINK HERE

If you liked my work translating Devil’s Evolution Catalog, feel free to check out Song of Adolescence. Also, every comment is appreciated even though I might not reply. I do read them.

Leave a comment

Sponsored by: Fullmoon, Maou99sama, Emblyon, Maxamaicus, Alex Rod, Andreas Bou, HatefullMango, NuckinFutz and Yanga

Jezsere was a timid girl. A very timid one, in fact. Especially when her brother, Reyage, wasn’t with her.

In the short time I’ve spent with her in the cell, I’ve come to see her as an innocent girl, and that was why I had to ask myself once more: she isn’t adopted, right? She’s more of a Nature Elf, rather than a Dark Elf!

In actuality, from the moment she began addressing me as master, her personality seemed to have changed entirely. Her timidness had been replaced by assertiveness, and not the surface meaning of that word too…

“Master, master, why did you want to return to the Western Human Realms? You mentioned there were people you cared about here -is it sister Ancarin and the others?” She blinked at me curiously. Ever since she was sure that I wouldn’t hurt her, she had only gotten bolder by the second.

Hmm… So why did I want to return to the Western Human Realms? To find Nicole, of course!

Frankly speaking, I wasn’t too overly concerned about my predicament right now because Ferti’nier mentioned before I accepted the summoning that no one could force me to sign a pact now that I was at the level of an Overlord. Unless they were a demigod… But she clearly wasn’t a Demigod. In other words, the ball was still on my side of the court. If I really wanted to leave, I could do so any time without paying any heed to my summoner.

And that’s why you can lock me up all you want, see if I care!

More importantly, I needed to find a way to locate Nicole. I had no intention of running back to the Three Hells without accomplishing that first -one mustn’t be a cowardly Devil like that, am I right?

“By the way, how many children did your mother give birth to exactly?”

Let’s be clear here, I’m not asking this because I care about the answer. I’m just curious, that’s all… just curious…

“Oh, my mother, huh…” She thought about it for a second then began counting with her long slender fingers. “With Jezsere and Reyage included, that should be seven.”

Seven huh… that’s a number you can’t count with one hand. You can’t tell she’s given birth to that many with that figure of hers… now that’s talent.

But what was up with her claiming to have never married? I’ve long heard that these Dark Elves live in a matriarchal society, does that mean that normal married life is actually abnormal for them?

Now that I was captured, I really had not much else to do. Neither did I have much to worry about since that clan leader wasn’t a Demigod. In other words, now was a good time to do some cultural studies.

“Do you Dark Elves have a custom of marriage?”

“Marriage…” Jezsere thought about it for a second before decisively answering, “we do. Just not many of us do so.”

Not many? So the majority of Dark Elves are all b@stards then? Ahem… I mean born out of wedlock…

Essentially, Dark Elves are the kind of race who can name their mother but not their father then?

“How does your race reproduce? I doubt your numbers are low, but since there aren’t that many who get married, how exactly… Don’t tell me that two females can procreate as well?”

Faced with that clearly academic question, Jezsere immediately blushed a beet red.

“Jezsere?”

Seeing that she hadn’t replied to me yet, I called out to her. However, she merely kept her head down like an adorable blushing bunny.

“Master… must you really ask this question?”

“Mhm, I’m really curious about this matter.” Hmph, you’ll never get me to admit that bullying her is fun… never!

“Then I think it would be better if she answered the question…” Her milky white fingers immediately pointed at the practically nonexistent Dark Elven Warrior still guarding my cell.

“Her…” That blasted woman hasn’t said a word since. Why would she…

“If it’s lady Jezsere’s orders.”

Rather than refuse to answer as I had expected, she generously obliged to do the explaining for us. After hearing that explanation however, I finally understood why Jezsere absolutely refused to say it herself. Their reproductive methods could basically be categorized as either being really R-rated, really violet, or really bloody.

First off, was the most common method amongst all the races: you got married and had a kid with your partner -a natural birth.

That method wasn’t the most popular method amongst the Dark Elves for a very simple reason: whether we were talking about them or the Natural Elves, both races had a large gender disparity.

The gender breakdown amongst Nature Elves was usually a four male to six females ratio, though that might sometimes escalate to a three-seven ratio. As for the Dark Elves, three-seven was the norm. There were even times when that ratio changed to two-eight.

So what was it like to have one male to four females? A disaster, that’s what! Unless the females of the Dark Elves searched outside their race for partners, male Dark Elves basically could not perform any other task except procreate.

A normal nuclear family was impossible. And given that the Dark Elves were a matriarchal society, it wasn’t possible for the males to have multiple wives either. Not that the Nature Elves were known for having multiple wives, but it was at least still possible.

Since males were clearly in short supply, what was a healthy, mature female to do then? The answer had a lot to do with the traits they inherited from their goddess: deceptive, chaotic, violent and etc.

Their second method of reproduction employed kidnapping.

As a race, the Dark Elves had a variety of traits, and being bloodthirsty was one of them. Being territorial was another. They loved to attack foreign races who trespassed on their lands, like merchant caravans, adventuring parties or mercenary bands. As long as the target was of a foreign race, they were targets for attack.

If there was an urge for more, they would then invade the realms of other races. As for what happened once they succeeded… it was basically what you would expect of a Lolthe-worshipping race. They pillaged whatever they wanted from their targets, and if that included males, then that poor male would end up being used till they were rung dry.

Once a female became pregnant, they would return to their clan territory to give birth. The Dark Elves had a secret art that allowed them to remove the foreign half of this childbirth. That was why there were rarely any mixbloods in their race.

Finally, there was the third method: selective breeding.

The Dark Elves had a total of thirteen major clans. Every such clan had its own coliseum that was used for a variety of purposes: gladiatorial fights, creating life… Yes, creating life.

These coliseums held matches every hour of the day and these were almost always a match between a male and a female.

The Dark Elves had a habit of raising slave gladiators. These slaves were often drawn from captives from other races, though there were also Dark Elves from other clans, or perhaps traitors. For non-Dark Elves, the moment they stepped into the ring, whether men or women, they were all slave gladiators. Their one task was to kill for the pleasure of their masters, in other words, the audience.

Under normal circumstances, the matches in the coliseum could take on two formats. One was a free selection while the other had a female Dark Elf choose a slave of her liking. This chosen slave would then battle with the Dark Elf who chose him in a fair match.

If the female Dark Elf won, she could choose to kill the slave or let him go. However, it was forbidden to have relations with this slave. Weak genes were taboo in Dark Elf society.

If the slave won instead, he could choose to kill that Dark Elf or have a go at her. However, once the latter was chosen, he was forbidden from harming that same Dark Elf under the penalty of death.

Killing in the ring was completely allowed and would even go unpunished. In fact, the stronger the slave, the more excited the female Dark Elves would get. They wanted to mate with stronger partners in order to produce even stronger offspring.

This was one of the reasons why the Dark Elves haven’t suffered a decline yet. Truly, these coliseums were the very definition of inhumanity.

“…I don’t know what to say about your race anymore…”

Hearing that story firsthand from that Dark Elven Warrior, I couldn’t help but shiver involuntarily.

“So what you’re saying is that a lot of you Dark Elves don’t know who your father is then?”

The Dark Elven Warrior: …

Shameless Self-promotion

Announcement: I’ve re-opened my Patreon in case anyone wants to sponsor more chapters. Every end of the month, those chapters in early access will be released for free for all to read. If you sponsored a chapter, you will gain permanent early access to these chapters. Essentially, everyone gets more chapters to read, but those who donated get to read earlier. More chapters will then be translated at the start of the month. Explanation on the Patreon itself.

LINK HERE

If you liked my work translating Devil’s Evolution Catalog, feel free to check out Song of Adolescence. Also, every comment is appreciated even though I might not reply. I do read them.

Leave a comment

Sponsored by: Fullmoon, Maou99sama, Emblyon, Maxamaicus, Alex Rod, Andreas Bou, HatefullMango, NuckinFutz and Yanga

(There was a slight clash in the way Jezsere addressed Mo Ke so I changed it to Sir Mo Ke for now.)

Seeing Jezsere on the verge of crying like that, the one most anxious right now somehow turned out to be me.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry, I won’t eat you, I promise.” I shrugged my shoulders a couple of times to show that I couldn’t hurt her. “Look, I can’t even move right now. Even if I wanted to eat you, I can’t.”

“So you still want to eat me then…”

Girl, don’t use those puppy dog eyes on me…I swear she’s just so adorable, like a tiny white rabbit…I should keep on bullying her!

However, it would be hard to communicate with her in such a state, so I decided to calm her down in the end. I furiously shook my head and said, “no, no. I never wanted to eat you, I was just joking. That’s right. Just joking… ha ha ha…”

Okay, that wasn’t all that funny. Even though I still don’t know how I startled her, I do know that I’m the one responsible for her tears. Finally, after much placating, she realised that she was safe.

Now that she knew I wasn’t going to eat her, Jezsere gingerly peered up at me, at which point she froze for a second. Just as I was about to ask her why, her face suddenly blushed. Head lowered, both her hands gripped down nervously on her long black robes.

“What’s the matter?”

“Sir Mo Ke… you look really beautiful…”

“…”

Sometimes, it’s really hard communicating with someone from a different dimension… let’s just talk about something else for now.

“Alright, can you tell me now how you obtained my summoning medium from Ancarin?”

“Sister Ancarin?” The moment I mentioned her name, Jezsere lifted up her head, eyes practically glowing as she began recounting what happened to Regine and Ancarin.

A year ago, Ancarain actually gave birth to a daughter -thank jeebus the two of them are safe, really…oh wait, I should be thanking Lucifer. Apparently, Elona ended up giving birth to a daughter for Dawson, the bandit. Because of that, she died due to the ensuing complications. It was Moranthal who sent her daughter to Ancarin. What was worth mentioning was that their daughter was born with wolf ears and a tail… so I get to see a wolf loli soon?

I wonder if they’ve already given her a name, maybe I should just call her Holo. As long as the name sounds good, who cares where I stole it from, am I right? But honestly, I was so worried that Ancarin would experience some sort of difficulty with her pregnancy.

As for the reason why Jezsere asked for my medium from Ancarin, she had originally intended to summon me herself to help her. Unfortunately, she failed multiple times. It was because of this that she realised I was beyond her abilities. It was either my power was too strong or my status was too high; with just her abilities alone, such a summoning was impossible.

Finally, with no other option left, she went to her mother for help… in other words, that spider who just scammed me. In actuality, the reason why she even ran away from home in the first place was because she couldn’t contribute to her clan. By offering up my medium, she had essentially helped the clan summon a powerful Devil.

At least that was how she saw me… a powerful Devil.

At first, her mother wasn’t all that impressed by my medium. She haphazardly scraped together some offerings for me -naturally that failed. After failing twice, she began to have this sneaking suspicion that my power was beyond what she had initially expected. In the end, she spent an Overlord’s worth of offerings to summon me successfully…

Seeing her downcast face, the conclusion I came to was as such, “So you’re saying that you initially wanted to summon me over to boost your standing?”

“That…that…that’s right…” Suddenly confronted by my question like that, she recoiled a little in surprise, her slender body shivering as she kept her head down. She breathed in deep, and after a minute she finally gathered the courage to look me in the eyes. “Sir Mo Ke!”

“Mhm?”

“Please…please…” Unfortunately, the moment she opened her mouth, she deflated like a leaking balloon.

What’s going on with this girl? Why is she lowering her head again. Just as I was starting to wonder if she had a phobia of men, she suddenly lifted her head and used her ruby eyes to stare at me. She tightly gripped her hands to boost her courage, then with a clap like a prayer, she pleaded, “Sir Mo Ke! Please sign a pact with me…”

“A pact?” I grinned evilly at her. “You mean a master and servant pact?”

She seemed to have been frightened by my evil grin once more. She quickly lowered her head to avoid my gaze. “I… I wouldn’t dare…”

I smiled gently. “An equal pact then?”

The moment I said that, her head jerked upwards with an expectant look. “If…if that’s possible…”

I kept my gentle smile on. “I think we should just sign a master and servant pact.”

“Rea…really?”

“Really.” Under her dazzling gaze, I broke into a beaming grin. “It was all thanks to you that I managed to return to the Western Human Realms. Had it not been for you, I can’t even begin to guess when I can ever return. This place has a deep connection to me, so if it’s possible, I would like to remain here forever. So as an encouragement of sorts, I don’t mind signing a master and servant pact with you.”

Being thanked like that by me, she was both excited and bashful at the same time. Her eyes were filled with gratitude for me but she still kept her head down. “But, but… why would you be willing to enter into a master and servant pact with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? After signing the pact, I’ll be your master, and you’ll be my servant.” I couldn’t help but take a closer look at her face then. That look of complete collapse was truly amusing and made me want to tease her even more. “I get to have a beautiful girl slave for free. What’s not to like?”

“…”

“What? You’re not willing?”

Seeing the displeasure on my face, she immediately prostrated herself on the ground with both her hands on her head…

“Don’t eat me…” She seemed really terrified of me then.

“…”

“When did I say that I was going to eat you?”

Hearing me say that, she sneaked a look at me then quickly ducked back down under the cover of her hands. “Big brother said that Devils love to eat little girls…”

She doesn’t even dare to look me in the eyes anymore… how timid can she get.

“I’ll ask you again: when did I ever say that I wanted to eat you?”

“Big brother said that Devils loved to eat little girls… he said it…”

“So it’s your brother who said it, but I never said it, right?”

“Ah… I guess so.” Her slightly defective brain finally seemed to have realised something. Now that she was sure I wouldn’t eat her, she dared lift her head once more. “So Sir Mo Ke doesn’t want to eat Jezsere. Jezsere was so frightened just now.”

Can someone tell me exactly what the heck was that exchange…

Putting aside the topic of eating for now, I continued pressuring her. “So do you want to sign that pact or not?”

“No…no…”

“HMMM?!”

Seeing that she was about to reject me, I deliberately raised my voice to scare her once more. Barely a second later, she was back to that hands-over-head posture on the ground.

She’s even faster this time around.

“Since you’re not saying anything, I will take it as an acceptance then.”

Jezsere bit down on her dainty lips but remained silent.

“How about calling me master now?”

Even though I was still tied up, I could still be considered as a person of authority. When I wanted to be fierce, I still had that air of authority about me. Even then, I did not expect that this adorable little bunny would comply so quickly.

“Mas…master.” She meekly called out.

No way…just like that? Maybe I should call myself Prince Charming from now on. This has to be the first time in my life that I scored a girl so easily…

Not only was I surprised by this turn of events, even that normally silent jailor of mine seemed to have been shocked by what had just happened. This was probably the first time she had ever seen her lady act so subserviently… you have to admit she’s got talent on this front.

While I might have successfully bluffed my way into that, I still had some morals left in me. At the very least, I wasn’t about to actually sign that master and servant pact with Jezsere. That was all just a joke.

The problem was that while I might have seen it as a joke, this dainty little girl actually wasn’t opposed to calling me master. In fact, she seemed to have gotten used to it now.

“Master, will you protect Jezsere from now on?”

“Of course.”

Assuming I’m still alive.

“Then Master, are you a male or a female?”

“A male.”

An instant answer.

“Master is lying. Master is clearly a girl just like Jezsere.”

“But I wasn’t lying.”

I dare you to say that again, watch me eat you up right away. And I mean ‘eat’.

“But Master, if you’re a male, how can you be so beautiful?”

“…is your name Jezsere, or is it a million whys?”

“Jezsere is Jezsere.”

Ahhh… this girl is just too cute. And ever since we established this master and servant relationship, she seems to have gone on the offensive more.

Shameless Self-promotion

Announcement: I’ve re-opened my Patreon in case anyone wants to sponsor more chapters. Every end of the month, those chapters in early access will be released for free for all to read. If you sponsored a chapter, you will gain permanent early access to these chapters. Essentially, everyone gets more chapters to read, but those who donated get to read earlier. More chapters will then be translated at the start of the month. Explanation on the Patreon itself.

LINK HERE

If you liked my work translating Devil’s Evolution Catalog, feel free to check out Song of Adolescence. Also, every comment is appreciated even though I might not reply. I do read them.

Leave a comment

Sponsored by: Fullmoon, Maou99sama, Emblyon, Maxamaicus, Alex Rod, Andreas Bou, HatefullMango, NuckinFutz and Yanga

Failing to kiss me in the end, she playfully stroked my nose a little and said, “Jealous? Relax, that was just a bit of foolishness during my younger days -ended giving birth to a couple more children than I had intended. Compared to the other clan heads, I’m considered one of the more conservative ones.”

This isn’t even an issue about jealousy, I don’t want to have any relationship with you, and can you please not come any closer -it’s disgusting. Also, what do you mean you gave birth to a couple more children than you had intended?

Naturally, I would never say something so rude to a lady, not unless I want a doggy collar on me.

“I really want to keep you for myself, but after giving it some thought, I think it’s better if I don’t… after all, I need to hand you over to our holy mother.” Having given up on teasing me further, she turned to a Seven-star Warrior beside her and said, “bring her to the dungeon near my room. Whatever she wants, give it to her. But do not loosen the spider silk binding her, and do not allow her to leave either.”

“Understood.” The Dark Elven Warrior replied and began leading me away.

“Don’t worry, my dear, we are only going to be away for a short while. I still have some work to do for the ceremony, but it won’t be long. In the meantime, don’t miss me too much.” Having said that, she gave me a flying kiss.

Just like that, I was led out of the throne room. Body still bound up by that spider silk, I couldn’t help but feel a little gloomy as the voice of that clan leader slowly trailed behind me. By now, her words were extremely muddled, but I could still make out her praise of my Devil King Idol’s defenses.

Thankfully, the tunnels leading to the dungeon were a lot less gloomy than my heart. Every few meters or so, there would be those unknown crystals lighting the way with their purple glow. Thanks to that, the trip to the so-called dungeon was a rather uneventful one.

I have to say though, using luminescent crystals instead of lights is really fantasy-esque…

A while later, I was brought to a room with a large comfortable bed inside it. It had only one entrance that was blocked by the Seven-star Warrior who led me here in the first place. Other than that bed, there was just a basic table and a set of chairs. Seeing as there wasn’t much else to do, I plopped myself down on the bed and sulked a little. It was uncomfortable… even the bed’s soft caresses were not enough to overcome the discomfort of being bound up.

Because of how tightly I was bound up, there really wasn’t much else I could move other than my legs and neck. My wings were completely folded into the spider silk and were the very definition of discomfort right now.

I glared at my new jailor for a good few minutes since I had nothing else to do anyway. Finally, I came to the conclusion that she was probably like one of those guards outside the queen’s palace -a block of wood. And that was why I called out to her in the most annoying fashion possible, “I’m thirsty, get me some water.”

The Dark Elven Warrior eyed me for a second then turned away to continue her silent vigil.

Ugh. I rolled my eyes then hopped up to her and stared her right in her fish eyes. “Your clan leader said to fulfill my every request.”

“…”

The frosty Elf paused for a second before squatting down and reaching out to grab something behind the walls of the cell. By the time she was done, she had a black cup in her hands.

What the heck? I thought there weren’t any cups nearby, that’s the whole reason why I even asked her for water. I was planning to find a way out while she was gone too… Also, why the heck is the cup outside of the door and not in the room?!

The female warrior walked up to my cell slowly and offered the cup to me, to which I merely shrugged; my arms were still bound up in silk. It was my way of telling her that I had no way to drink from the cup, and hopefully have her loosen my bindings somewhat. Unfortunately, not every creature in a foreign world was that stupid.

The female warrior remained as expressionless as before but she directly pushed the cup up to my face this time. It was only when she banged into my nose that she finally stopped. While she might not have said anything, I knew exactly what she meant… loosening your bindings is impossible, if you want a drink, you know what to do…

Never eat the scraps of someone else’s meal, and never drink from the leftovers of another’s cup -that was a matter of principle. I turned away to show my displeasure. “Actually, I’m not thirsty anymore. I want to pee instead!”

Seeing as drinking wasn’t an option, I immediately tried another method of distraction. From a quick glance just now, I saw that there was no toilet in this cell. In other words, I had to leave this place in order to relieve myself, and as long as I had even the slightest opportunity… heh heh heh…

The female warrior glared at me silently. A second later, she reached down to that same corner and pulled out a portable toilet!? What the potato… Why is there even a portable toilet there?!

She pushed the toilet up to me and quietly stood there.

“Don’t just stand there and look at me, I can’t pee if there’s so much pressure on me…”

I flashed her a quick puppy-dog eyes. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem all that affected by my cuteness. Instead, she reached out and tried to pull down my pants…

Is she trying to force herself on me? Noooo, I’m still a virgin… I struggled furiously to protect my pants.

“I’ll do it myself… let me do it myself… actually, I don’t need to pee anymore…”

Finally, my chastity was protected… Blast it, can’t you see that I’m trying to get you to open the door! What’s the idea behind pulling down my pants? Let me tell you, I have no interest in women like that!

Since normal methods clearly weren’t going to work on this ice cube, that only left more extraordinary methods -watch this: Karen no Jutsu!

“I want to see your clan leader’s daughter.”

Just when I thought that she would remain silent again, she coldly glared at me before suddenly saying, “which one?”

Which one? So you’re saying your clan leader has a lot of them then? And she said she hadn’t married before… exactly how many times did she give birth outside of wedlock?

Let’s be clear here, I’m not jealous, I’m just questioning my views of this world…

“The one who ran away from home.” I looked her straight in the eyes and continued, “the one who brought back my summoning medium.”

“…”

The female warrior fell silent. In all likelihood, her silence was her way of saying that my request had fallen outside of her authority.

“Your clan leader said to fulfill my every request!” Well, even if I know what you’re trying to say, it doesn’t mean I have to show it.

“Hold on a moment.” The female warrior walked away to the doorway and spoke into the darkness. “The prisoner wishes to speak to Lady Jezsere, please inform the clan leader.”

Having said that, the female warrior returned to my side while the darkness she spoke into showed no signs of movement.

“Hey. You’re sure there was somebody there?”

That question, unfortunately, went unanswered. Following this, no matter what I asked, she refused to speak another word. With my limbs mostly bound and no one to talk to, I could only sit on the bed and sulk.

‘Ferti’nier. Ferti’nier! Get out this instant. I know you’re there, get out here and start talking. Stop trying to treat this as some kind of comedy.’

No matter how much I screamed at her internally, she continued pretending to be absent. Adding on the fact that I was still a captive, I was truly at my limits now.

Thankfully, this mental battle did not continue for long before a newcomer joined me. It was a young Dark Elf with the demeanour of a little bunny who was brought into my cell. Upon doing so, the Dark Elf’s bodyguard left of her own accord.

“Greetings, Lady Jezsere.” My jailor bowed respectfully. “The prisoner wishes to see you.”

“Mhm, thank you for the hard work.” The girl’s voice had a soft quality to it, like morning dew dripping off a blade of grass onto the earth. After exchanging greetings with my jailor, she slowly walked up to me. I could see that she had on a conservative looking black long dress. Her steps were dainty, as one would expect of a lady. Her hair was silvery like that of her other clansmen, but each strand was even silkier than the silk that bound me right now. In fact, her hair was bound around her neck like a scarf right now, similar to how I was bound up, just a lot less tighter. Her eyes shone like precious rubies, and when combined with her cuddly demeanor, only made you want to protect her even more.

Truly, this girl was a beauty to behold, and a rare one at that. Normally, one wouldn’t expect a girl like Jezsere to appear amongst a bunch of Dark Elves… because she was clearly just a fluffy white bunny!

Ah… I just want to cuddle her, kiss her, then lift her high up for the world to admire… that was my impression of her.

Is she even that clan leader’s daughter? How can that disgusting spider give birth to such an adorable specimen of fluffiness. I bet she’s adopted.

Seemingly disconcerted by my intense staring, Jezsere shrunk back into herself. Then with a hint of water in her eyes, gingerly spoke to me like how a small bunny would act in front of the big bad wolf, “Is… is that you, master Mo Ke?”

Well… at least she didn’t beg me not to eat her…

“Mhm. It’s me.” I deliberately stuck out my chin and arrogantly peered down at her. “I heard you were the one who brought back my summoning medium?”

“Yes…” Why does she look like she’s about to cry any moment now? Ahhh… I just want to bully her right now!

“Speak, how did you obtain my medium?”

Even though my heart was already melted by her adorableness, I still had to maintain the haughty appearance of a Fallen Angel.

“Yyesss…” She hesitated for a second but finally caved in. “It was sister Ancarin who gave it to me… sob… don’t eat me…”

She finally said it… actually, what does that eat even mean? Is it eat? Or is it ‘eat’?

Shameless Self-promotion

Announcement: I’ve re-opened my Patreon in case anyone wants to sponsor more chapters. Every end of the month, those chapters in early access will be released for free for all to read. If you sponsored a chapter, you will gain permanent early access to these chapters. Essentially, everyone gets more chapters to read, but those who donated get to read earlier. More chapters will then be translated at the start of the month. Explanation on the Patreon itself.

LINK HERE

If you liked my work translating Devil’s Evolution Catalog, feel free to check out Song of Adolescence. Also, every comment is appreciated even though I might not reply. I do read them.

Leave a comment

Sponsored by: Fullmoon, Maou99sama, Emblyon, Maxamaicus, Alex Rod, Andreas Bou, HatefullMango, NuckinFutz and Yanga

The spider lady’s dripping-with-sincerity oath finally moved me. With such a vicious oath binding her, she shouldn’t go back on her words, right? Even if she did, the wrath of the Fallen Angels isn’t something she can handle either… although such a thing doesn’t actually exist, but she doesn’t know that!

The main point is that she sees me as the successor of the Devil King of Pride, a crown prince of sorts. No matter what, such a person shouldn’t be sent to his death right away, right? As they say, every enemy is a wall, but every friend is an additional road.

With that in mind, I chose to believe that the Dark Elven clan leader wouldn’t betray me and stepped out of the Devil King Idol, only to be captured…

Truly, I didn’t even have the time to react before she suddenly wrapped her already spun silk around my limbs, leaving the end of that silk resting snugly in her hands… as a side note, that silk came from within her dress…

“You… you said you wouldn’t do anything to me or Lolthe would tear you apart and send your soul down to Hell…” I was incensed right now. But no matter how much I struggled, the spider silk refused to budge and I could only use my words to express my intense displeasure. “Are you not afraid of the Spider Queen’s punishment?”

“Afraid? Of course I am.” The Dark Elven clan leader leaned over all of a sudden, stuck out her tongue then loudly slurped my face ridden with magical tattoos. “Don’t tell me you’re not aware; the Goddess Lolthe is the goddess of lies and betrayal. If I were to obey that oath as you say, I would definitely end up in Hell.”

The goddess of lies and betrayal… well, there’s nothing much to say to that then… I want to cry… Mama, the city is a scary place, I want to go home…

“Can you tell me why exactly you want to capture me?”

Still bound up like a dumpling, my mouth was really all I could use right now. Truth be told however, I wasn’t all that nervous despite being tied up, because I knew she wouldn’t just kill me.

“I bet you still don’t realise how much time and effort I had to expend just to prepare the sacrifices required to summon you.”

“…how do you Elves even have the medium to summon me?”

“Two years ago, my son and my daughter both ran away from home. However, roughly a year ago, the two of them came back by themselves because they managed to procure your medium. At the very beginning, I thought you were just an ordinary Devil, perhaps with a bit of talent thrown into the mix. Yet my daughter who was talented in the arts of the Occultist couldn’t even summon you, and that made me curious. That was when you caught my interest. At the start, it was mostly just for fun but…” As she said that, she abruptly leaned in and licked me once more. “My dear, you’re just so fragrant.”

“…”

Sister, can you be any less disgusting… I’m already plenty scared of you right now… Also, can you just get to the point, don’t just end it there! At least consider the feelings of those who were busy listening to your story, you dirty spider!

“Hehehe, my dear, are you angry?” She grinned from ear to ear then tugged on both my cheeks. “You’re just so adorable, I almost cannot bear to kill you.”

Exasperated beyond belief at this point, I rolled my eyes and said, “Can we get on with the story now… about that summoning medium.”

“Hmph, how boring.” She pouted unhappily but still withdrew the hands on my face before continuing with the story. “At first, I was just fooling around when I decided to summon you. I thought some normal offerings should be enough to break down the dimensional barriers and summon you over, but who would have thought that your status was too high for that. Normal offerings wouldn’t do. Then came the Seven-star offerings, Eight-star, and finally Nine-star… When I finally summoned you over, I was really curious as to why a Four-star would even require a Nine-star’s offerings…”

“But, my dear, you actually turned out to be the spawn of the Devil King of Pride! In that case, it doesn’t matter what your strength is. In terms of status alone, you are definitely on the same level as a Nine-star…”

The same status as a Devil Overlord… so I was such a bigshot? But why am I the last person to know of this? Hold on, now’s not the time for this…

“I initially assumed that you would at least have the power of a Nine-star. That was why I kept this summoning a secret from the other families as I procured the offerings. Who would have thought that all that effort was…”

As she said that, I swore I could hear her teeth gnashing. If I had to make a far-fetched guess, she was probably really mad at me right now. If she had really summoned a Nine-star as she envisioned, she would have gained a substantial boost in power right away. Instead, she got me, a Devil who was as important as a Devil Overlord, but was clearly weak as a potato… that’s a bad deal no matter how one looked at it…

Well, I totally understand how she feels right now, but understanding doesn’t mean accepting, especially not when I’m the victim! So can you just tell me exactly why you summoned me already?!

She probably realised my frustration as well as her anger quickly turned to amusement. She reached out and stroked my face before saying, “Well, it doesn’t matter even if you’re the Devil I summoned, I can still sacrifice you to the Goddess Lolthe. Other than sacrificing a demigod, I really can’t think of any other offering of a higher grade than you. As long as I sacrifice you, her holiness would definitely send down her blessings. At that time… hehehe…”

“So you intend to turn me into an offering?” Like heck I want to be one! I shivered involuntarily at that thought. “Sister, oh my beautiful sister, how about we cut a deal here? You let me go and I give you some benefits in return? How about that?”

I don’t care if I look stupid now, I just don’t want to become an offering!

“Oh my dear, you’re just too cute! I swear I almost can’t bear to sacrifice you.” She gently laughed at that point and pinched my cheeks. “But I can’t let you go either, so giving you to the goddess is still the best choice.”

“…”

Ahhhh… it’s not working. She’s just dead set on sacrificing me at this point… Wait, I still have one card left to play. Doesn’t she still think that I’m the successor of the Devil King of Pride? If that’s the case, she wouldn’t kill me so easily, not unless she’s not afraid of his wrath.

“You really think you’ll be fine just by sacrificing me to your goddess? Have you ever considered what my background signifies?” Even though I clearly had no connection to this Devil King, that didn’t stop me from loudly proclaiming as such. “Are you not worried about the wrath of the Fallen Angels?”

“Nope.” She nonchalantly shrugged. “There’s a dimensional barrier between us and them anyway. They can’t come over.”

They can’t come over… fudge, why didn’t I think of that…

She’s right. This dimensional barrier’s biggest function is to prevent creatures from crossing between the worlds. The stronger the creature is, the harder it would be to breach that barrier… fudgecakes…

It was difficult for creatures to breach the dimensional barrier on their own, unless they were insignificant. Summoning was one way to circumvent this restriction. As long as one had the right offering and medium, the summoner could basically pull over anyone. During my first summoning, I was just a weak Imp so I ended up being forcefully brought over. Devils with a high status were an entirely different story. They had the option to reject a summoning, though very few could resist the temptation of a quick holiday in the Western Human Realms. In a sense, it was basically impossible for such creatures to cross the barrier without a summoner, barring those Devils with a strong affinity to dimensional magic… but that’s a whole different ball game.

“As the successor of the Devil King of Pride, you are innately born with a higher status than the other successors. In your blood flows the fabled bloodline of the Primal Devil God… Barring those at the level of a demigod, there is no better offering than you in this world. I’m sure her holiness would love you.”

Essentially, after all that talking, the conclusion was that she wasn’t in the least bit worried about sacrificing me. It wasn’t like that dimensional barrier was coming down anytime soon, after all…

In a sense, the whole reason why she even considered sacrificing me in the first place was because of my noble lineage…

Fudgecakes, I really did a number on myself this time…

“My dear, you mustn’t blame your big sister for being so heartless. If you must blame someone, blame my daughter and son. If they hadn’t run away from home, and if they hadn’t brought your medium back with them, there would have been no way for me to summon you, am I right?”

What a joke… if there was ever a competition for pushing the blame to others, I wouldn’t mind giving you full marks for that performance just now.

You are clearly the one who wants to turn me into a sacrifice. What does your daughter and son even have to do with this?! Hold on…didn’t this blasted Dark Elf just say that she had never married before, so how does she even have a daughter or son?

“…Didn’t you say that you had never married before? How do you have children then? Don’t tell me you adopted them!?”

“Oh hohoh, has my secret finally been found out?” The Dark Elven clan leader lowered her head and blushed. “But I clearly hid it so well.”

But you’re the one who told me you had children in the first place! Not just once too! Do you think I’m a moron?!

“My dear, are you jealous? Don’t be, I’ll give you a present.” Having said that, she caressed both my cheeks and slowly closed in…

Yet just when that kiss was about to happen, I turned away in the nick of time. Putting aside the matter of whether I was actually such a casual person… my feelings for the Dark Elves as a whole were just… let’s just say that I wouldn’t be surprised at this point if this kiss of hers had a little something added in…

Shameless Self-promotion

Announcement: I’ve re-opened my Patreon in case anyone wants to sponsor more chapters. Every end of the month, those chapters in early access will be released for free for all to read. If you sponsored a chapter, you will gain permanent early access to these chapters. Essentially, everyone gets more chapters to read, but those who donated get to read earlier. More chapters will then be translated at the start of the month. Explanation on the Patreon itself.

LINK HERE

If you liked my work translating Devil’s Evolution Catalog, feel free to check out Song of Adolescence. Also, every comment is appreciated even though I might not reply. I do read them.

Leave a comment

“Alright, alright, you’ve made your point already, your anger should have subsided as well.” The spidery clan leader grinned with her eyes as she asked, “So tell your big sister over here, is that big, black and thick fellow over here called a Devil King Idol?”

Big, black and thick…

I’m not even sure what to say to that, but I guess the problem now is how does she know about the Devil King Idol!

Actually, it’s not all that strange that she would know about the Devil King Idol, is it? It does represent the status of a Devil King’s successor, after all. Kind of like a crown prince… Wait, don’t tell me she thinks I’m some spawn of a Devil King… if that’s the case, maybe she’s really sincere about talking.

But can these Dark Elves really be trusted? In a competition of principles, those blasted cats would beat them hands down.

“Relax.” Said the clan leader, having clearly seen through my hesitation even through the Devil King Idol. “I swear in the name of the Goddess Lolthe that I won’t harm you.”

Normally, an oath in the name of one’s god would never be false, but this was Lolthe we were talking about. She was an evil goddess whose impression amongst the outside world varied between cruel, deceptive, treacherous and just plain evil. In other words, her followers couldn’t be much better either. Can a bad person be trusted? Well, I don’t how others feel, but I’m definitely not trusting one.

“I’ve already sworn an oath in the goddess’s name, is that not enough?”

As she said that, she began casting a simple hypnotic spell that would allow her words to affect anyone whose will wasn’t strong enough.

It was a strong spell, that was for sure, but unfortunately for her, I had the blessing of Envy. Thanks to that, I technically had the bloodlines of an Illusion Demon within me. Illusions were practically like breathing to such creatures, and they were certainly a lot stronger in this field than a bunch of Dark Elves.

Even so, the fact that her spell was ineffective did nothing to change my current situation. I couldn’t beat her and neither could I escape… Just hiding out in this golem isn’t going to work in the long term. I need to find some way out of this…

“Don’t worry, since you have a Devil King Idol, that means you’re a spawn of some Devil King. I’m not daring enough to harm such a Devil. So how about you trust your big sister over here, she won’t harm you at all.”

As she said that, her alluring voice almost seemed to carry a fragrant quality to it, though that was clearly impossible. Her words made sense, yet I just couldn’t bring myself to believe her. Even so, what she mentioned wasn’t false -that was just basic common sense in the Three Hells.

The fact that I had the Devil King Idol meant that I was some Devil King’s successor. Seeing as I was a Fallen Angel with purple wings, a member of the royal family, what would that mean in the eyes of outsiders like her?

Clearly, such a Devil was the very child of Abaddon’s King, the Devil King of Pride!

I know I’m not actually the child of the Devil King of Pride, but she doesn’t know that! So what would she be planning by abducting a crown prince-like figure? Hmmm… at the very least, those plans shouldn’t include killing the crown prince.

With that in mind, I suddenly felt that my situation wasn’t as dangerous as I had thought.

“Don’t you know how much your big sister spent just to summon you over. And with your esteemed lineage, I wouldn’t dare do anything to you.”

That does make sense… maybe I should just do as she says… I mean I’ll believe that she means me no harm…

Just as I was wavering between whether or not to believe her, she finally said something that sealed the deal. “I would never dare to harm you. After all, I can’t bear the wrath of a Devil King.”

That’s right. Even if what she said before that was all lies, that last sentence was definitely true. The Fallen Angels were the strongest clan in the Three Hells, and they themselves saw their clan as being the strongest clan in all the Hells. Being the very incarnation of Pride, they would never suffer the humiliation of having someone seen as their crown prince be insulted by lowly Dark Elves.

Of course, all that was based on the assumption that I was connected to the Fallen Angels -I wasn’t. In fact, even that so-called fiancee of mine, Yi Yi, was pretty much a stranger to me seeing as I only met her once… but they didn’t know that! That bit of information of asymmetry clearly benefited me this time.

“Alright, let’s talk then.” Even though I didn’t think she would try and attack me, I still chose to remain in the Devil King Idol as a precaution. “I’m sure you already know about my background, so if you try anything weird, the consequences will be dire.”

“That’s right. A spawn of the Devil King of Pride, if I’m not mistaken.”

I knew it.

I neither confirmed nor denied that allegation. Instead, I remained silent till she took it as my acceptance.

“We Dark Elves are strong, but even we know that we aren’t a match for the Fallen Angels. As a sign of our sincerity, I’ll offer a concession.” Having said that, she leapt off my Devil King Idol and back onto the ground before promptly undoing her transformation. “Is that better?”

“I want you to swear an oath again. Swear that you won’t attack me and will allow me to leave as I wish.” Even though she had turned back into her humanoid elven form, I didn’t dare to let my guard down. I needed another guarantee in the form of that request. “If you don’t agree to this, I won’t come out of the Devil King Idol. If you go back on your oath, you will suffer the punishment of the Spider Queen Lolthe.”

“Alright, I swear I won’t attack you, else may Lolthe tear me apart and throw my soul into the fires of Hell.”

Shameless Self-promotion

Announcement: I’ve re-opened my Patreon in case anyone wants to sponsor more chapters. Every end of the month, those chapters in early access will be released for free for all to read. If you sponsored a chapter, you will gain permanent early access to these chapters. Essentially, everyone gets more chapters to read, but those who donated get to read earlier. More chapters will then be translated at the start of the month. Explanation on the Patreon itself.

LINK HERE

If you liked my work translating Devil’s Evolution Catalog, feel free to check out Song of Adolescence. Also, every comment is appreciated even though I might not reply. I do read them.