The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil

Was that a threat?

The Tribunal Director found it somewhat laughable, but far more infuriating. Yet he showed no sign of anger, only speaking in a mocking, ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) sing-song tone:

“Wow, the most dazzling pink gem of our Tribunal, the all-wise Lady Shiyu. Today, what instructions will you be giving to this humble servant’s work?”

Faced with sarcasm, Miss Hua of course accepted it without batting an eye. “Thank you for the compliment, you really are so sensible～”

Sometimes, Rania truly envied people with such thick skin. Unlike her—though she was playing the role of the bright one, when faced with certain things, she would just close up and no one could pull her back out.

Truly, Teacher was right. There are always people stronger. Even beyond the bright one, there is a super-high-level bright one.

The Tribunal Director responded smoothly: “Then please, all-wise Lady Shiyu, clear up this humble servant’s confusion.”

Hua Shiyu arched her pretty brows, her eyes flashing with a bright light, and she did not forget to wink at the violet-haired Hero trapped in gloom.

Rania: “...”

“Shiyu-senpai, stop messing around. Think of a plan...”

“Mm-hmm?”

Hua Shiyu was unhurried, as though she paid no mind to the commotion in the Tribunal. She opened her palm, placed it beside her ear, leaned forward slightly, and toward Rania’s direction:

“Purple-sis, what did you just call me? I did not hear～”

“Shiyu, little sister.”

Rania took a deep breath, her budding chest rising and falling. If not for needing a favor, she would have already put her scythe to someone’s neck, forcing her to work! Stop flirting!

“Eh? I cannot hear～”

“#!!!”

Purple light flashed. Rania held Zilan, the scythe radiating killing intent. A grim atmosphere filled the monitoring room, and staff trembled in fear.

Hua Shiyu blinked her cherry-petal lively eyes, and knowing when to stop, softened her tone:

“Don’t be like that. We have known each other so long. First let me learn about that monster girl from you, then I can make a judgment, okay?”

“I was only planning to go out and find her myself.” Rania pursed her lips, speaking honestly.

“...Who would believe that?!”

Wiping nonexistent sweat from her brow, Hua Shiyu finally began to get serious. She asked: “How long have you two known each other? How far has it gone? Holding hands, hugging? Or kissing, going to bed?”

Clang!

The blade of the scythe halted before Hua Shiyu, as if it would swing down the very next instant.

“Oh my, stop trying to scare me～” Hua Shiyu flicked the scythe with her finger, the crisp bang bang sound echoing in the room.

“What I just asked were all serious questions～Pur-ple-sis-ter!”

“None of that.” Rania said flatly, no expression on her face. “We are friends.”

Friends? Then that means hugging and hand-holding.

Hua Shiyu nodded, continuing her questioning:

“How many days have you known each other?”

“Three, maybe five?” Rania’s eyes shifted.

“What?” For the first time Miss Hua looked shocked. Her cherry-petal eyes widened. “Are you sure you are not lying to me?!”

Rania felt a little guilty. “I should not be.”

“I truly cannot believe this. Are you still the Purple-sis I know?”

Hua Shiyu muttered under her breath, “Young people these days... all loving that hyper-efficient way of one day knowing, two days holding hands, three days in bed...”

“It is not like what you think!”

“You are not me, so how do you know what I am thinking?”

“#!”

Seeing the Hero’s gaze turn cold, Hua Shiyu dared not tease further and pulled the topic back:

“I remember you said that infinitely close-to-Demon-King level ninth-tier monster was that little girl’s maid?”

“Disguised as a maid at Vieya’s side!” Rania stressed.

“All right, then disguised infiltration.” Hua Shiyu accepted her statement and went on: “And you sensed nothing strange from her all this time?”

“No problem.” Rania said firmly. She felt the pulse of her scythe, and spoke softly: “Her aura is clean and transparent, like pure water. Even if she is a monster, she has never once stained her hands with human blood.”

“I see!”

Hearing that, Miss Hua’s playful words suddenly grew serious. Hands tucked into her sleeves, she paced slowly, as though she had grasped some insight, murmuring nonstop:

“I understand now!”

“Oh?” The Tribunal Director, listening in, could not help but look over, curiosity piqued.

Rania, too, asked excitedly:

“Shiyu-senpai, have you found some clue?”

At the same time, the timid staff in the monitoring room also sighed in relief, faintly expectant of an answer.

Clap!

Miss Hua brought her palms together, then revealed a sly smile:

“Sorry, no clue at all!”

Creak!

Just as everyone was about to lose their patience—

“Ahem!”

Hua Shiyu quickly cleared her throat, her small hand resting on her fair chin. Her clear eyes swept across the many screens, then she lifted her finger and pointed to the courtroom corridor—the very place where Rania had lost sight of Vieya:

“According to the information Purple-sis gave me, this is where that unfamiliar monster girl stopped responding to her. There might be something special about this spot. In any case, let us go take a look.”

...

Thud!

The dull sound of a body falling. Vieya dragged the unconscious staff member into the storage room.

“Sorry, but you need to sleep for a while.”

Vieya whispered to herself. She stripped off the uniform and badge, took what was useful, and even thoughtfully fetched a blanket to cover the victim.

That way, she did not need to worry about the victim catching cold.

“Hoo...”

Vieya exhaled. She had the clothes. Now, how to put them on? It seemed... her figure did not quite fit?

The white-haired loli froze on the spot, suddenly feeling her hands and feet go cold.

What now?

“Mm-hmhm～hmhm...”

A soft laugh came from behind, warm as spring sunlight, melting straight into her heart.

The storage room door suddenly opened wide, and golden sunlight poured in from the corridor.

Vieya instinctively raised her hand to block the light and looked up.

And then.

Her heart began pounding wildly.

A golden-eyed girl stood in the doorway, wearing a white gauze dress that reached her ankles, flat sandals on her feet, her long golden hair gleaming brilliantly in the sun.

“Long time no see, Hero.”

Vieya gazed at her quietly, ripples stirring in her heart. As though sensing them, the unexpected visitor reacted too, turning slightly in the sunlight. The wind lifted her hem, and in that glow her profile looked sly yet perfect.

In a daze, Vieya felt herself thrown back to that distant afternoon years ago, when she first met the Demon King.

The slender figure, the pure face—not seductive nor wicked, yet looking upon her felt like seeing a fairy. With just one glance from her, all things bowed in worship.