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

Fengxiang Town.

Nick Street, No. 66.

The iron-bar gate was tightly shut. On the ground, white cobblestones spread neatly. A sleek, black-furred cat stood there motionless like a statue—if not for the little beggar-like Demon King standing behind her.

The black cat suddenly changed her mind. Judging [N O V E L I G H T] from the current situation, this place was still relatively safe.

Might as well stay here for a few days. If during these days Vieya came back, then she could just shove the little Demon King in front of her and watch what kind of reaction she would show.

The black cat had once served as maid to that Demon King, so she knew something about the Demon King’s powers.

Time, that untouchable thing for most people, like the air—yet for Flaviel it was nothing more than golden threads in her hands: touchable, tangible, usable.

Bearing the title [King of Ten Thousand Times], Flaviel could not steer the course of the world itself, but interfering and pulling strings was something she could easily do.

Just now, based on the signal sent through cat hairs from Deerhorn City, it was already certain that Vieya and the Demon King must have threads of connection between them.

If Vieya was really the time remnant deliberately preserved by the former Demon King herself...

Then the first time Vieya laid eyes on the little Demon King—whether she recognized her or not, remembered her or not—that recognition would succeed.

At that moment, her babysitter career could end, and she could regain her precious freedom.

With that thought, Helcat suddenly felt her mission wasn’t so troublesome, and even the light in her golden feline eyes seemed a little brighter.

Running away halfway through a job was not her style, nya~

So then, send the Buddha all the way west.

“Meow~ Demon King Your Highness! Nya!”

“What is it? Has some problem appeared? Do I need to do something—as long as I can do it...” the little Demon King suddenly stood upright.

“Don’t be nervous.”

That convent the little knight suggested before was absolutely impossible; she had brought the little Demon King to find her mother, not to throw her into some orphanage.

Deerhorn City also carried troublesome vibrations; even the cat hairs Helcat left there were being disturbed.

Right now, the wisest and most thoughtful choice was—occupy Vieya’s cozy little nest and wait for the nest’s owner to come home and recognize her cub.

She didn’t know what kind of face Vieya would make, suddenly going out for a trip only to return and find herself made a mother. But the black cat felt that would definitely be amusing.

Meow meow meow~

Too delightful.

Without urging the little Demon King to cross the river toward Deerhorn, Helcat slipped inside with practiced ease and fished out the house key.

“Here, this key can open the lock. Specially prepared just for you. No need for tears of gratitude, hurry and take it... my mouth is sore already, nya~”

“Ah! Cat-sis, you’re stealing things again! Put it back quickly. If the house owner comes back and finds something missing, they’ll definitely feel bad!” The black silhouette waved her hands again and again.

A-again stealing?!

The black cat’s eyes widened.

When she had been young and ignorant, wandering in human cities with nothing to eat, hungry, she used to steal a little food.

But she had never stolen anything valuable. Stolen—no, taken—mostly cheap boxed meals.

No, that’s still wrong!

What need does a monster have for human moral standards?!

“What do you mean I’m stealing again! That’s taking, okay... You ungrateful little half-breed dummy, slandering a cat—you deserve to be chased out to scavenge garbage for food! Nya!”

Helcat felt as if she had suffered a humiliation worse than death. Enraged, she dropped the key in front of the little Demon King, then strode back to the gate to squat proudly there.

Once a hellcat dreaded among demons, she now sat before the iron gate with eyes sharp like a watchdog.

“Cat-sis...”

The little Demon King looked at a loss. After hesitating, she slowly squatted down, picked up the key, wiped it clean, and tucked it into her pocket. Then she went to the other side of the gate and squatted down.

She knew that half-human, half-demon beings were rejected by both sides. But she was still a Demon King, even if her authority, like her body, was incomplete...

She was still a Demon King.

And a Demon King should have the bearing of a Demon King!

Left and right, they looked like a pair of guardian deities at a gate.

Since it wasn’t raining anymore—if she wanted to squat, then squat.

The black cat glanced at the little Demon King, then raised her head toward the sky where the first light of dawn was showing.

Who knew where Vieya had gone? To make friends, or to make enemies?

Eh, whatever.

The way Demon Kings acted was always mysterious and untraceable. Even if you saw it, you couldn’t figure it out.

Her cat-hair clone left in Deerhorn had already caught a familiar yet alien pulse of authority.

Probably another power of Vieya’s... so just what was she to the former Demon King?

A shadow? A fragment?

The black cat stared blankly at the sky, slowly curling her front paws, then lay lazily down on the cobblestones.

“Meow... Better think about what to eat tomorrow morning.”

...

Deerhorn City.

The thick smoke and dust gradually dispersed. Anna’s wanton smile suddenly froze—inside the smoke, no one!

The ancient bluestone paving had been blasted to ruins, no trace of its earlier smoothness left.

Even that band of night watchmen, as if suddenly given orders, had vanished without a trace.

“Where, where, where?”

Anna gripped her staff, her blue eyes flashing back and forth. She was very sure of the force she had unleashed. She was confident. There was no way the opponent had simply been blown to ashes.

Those recognized by the gods, wielders of authority—official Heroes—could not possibly be below Tier Three.

A three-pound stone could kill a person hiding beneath an umbrella, but it could never kill a blue whale hiding in the ocean.

“Come out, I see you!”

Suddenly.

Anna’s gaze sharpened. She whirled around, raising her staff and sweeping out eight fan-shaped fireballs!

All the fireballs missed!

“Earth’s Protection!” At the same time, Anna quickly cast a defensive spell upon herself. “Night’s Veil!”

A light brown energy spread faintly across Anna’s body, and on top of that she added a Night’s Veil—capable of sensing danger and dodging automatically.

Yet.

Anna still never realized—Vieya was standing right in front of her, looking up at her, less than two meters away.