Torture the hero, why has the Demon King's castle collapsed again?

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"In my current state, I've even had a fleeting thought of becoming friends with you, but that's not what I mean at all:"

You may not realize how gentle and kind I am right now. But when I recover, I'll definitely despise and scoff at my current self.

"In fact, I wasn't like this a thousand years ago: I was brutal, tyrannical, uncultured, and in my eyes, humans were no different from ants."

But look at me now, I'm even willing to stay in a prison cell and communicate with you in the language of ants for so long..."

"I'm so sorry I didn't let the Fallen Angel have his fill," Mino rolled her eyes.

But this time, he understood the true meaning of Freer's words.

"Resisting the toxins of the body only results in some physical pain; resisting the toxins of the spirit only results in some tremors and weakness of the soul; but if you resist the toxins of cause and effect, there is only one possibility—the complete collapse and destruction of your personality, becoming an existence that can no longer be called 'I'."

"Can you accept this outcome?"

Mino's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the next moment she might become a lazy, greedy, lecherous pervert who only steals other people's panties and harasses innocent girls... That would be absolutely terrible!

That would be a true social death! No way! Absolutely not!

Freer's hand slowly reached towards the halo above Mino's head:

"So, I'm doing three things right now."

"First, we've discovered the conditions under which you'll give away everything for free. As long as we do as we say, you'll definitely give it away for free... This is a blasphemy on the level of cause and effect, and you have no room to resist."

"Secondly, we need to help you detoxify as soon as possible, which is also to protect your integrity... Only by fulfilling the conditions for giving away your wealth before your halo disappears can you completely eliminate the poison; otherwise, the serious consequences I mentioned earlier will occur."

"The third one is also for my own sake. This attitude of wholeheartedly serving humanity now really makes me feel nauseous."

Mino finally understood.

After he was afflicted with the poison of corruption, his fate of being killed was sealed. This was a causal poison that had nothing to do with his physical constitution.

If you don't cooperate honestly, you'll only end up hurting both of you and the angel in front of you, turning into the indescribable Minotaur.

If Mino refuses to give it away for free, will he still be Mino? That is the question.

Mino fell into deep thought, but quickly realized something with a tense expression: "What if I can't meet the conditions for being forced to give it away for free? Then I'm doomed!"

Just kidding! The causal conditions that would make him willingly give up everything must be incredibly demanding, absurd, and impossible to achieve—it must be hellishly difficult!

At this moment, Freer possessed considerable patience. Looking at Mino, he patiently reassured and explained:

"Don't worry, since power is the power of desire, the conditions for achieving it must also be related to desire."

"As for the desires of the strongest heroes in human history, we demons are sure to be able to fulfill them: such as stopping the war with the human alliance, bowing down to humanity, achieving lasting peace, and so on... The heroes I've interrogated before were all humans with such desires, hehe."

"However, all we need to agree to is the period during which the virus is effective... It won't cause us any major harm at all."

"You?!" Mino's eyes widened. "How could you be so despicable!"

“I am also deeply ashamed of this.” Freer lowered his head slightly.

“So now… let me see what kind of corrupting poison you, a hero who cares for the kingdom and all its people, will produce—” With a finger extended, Freer began to sense the power of the plague within Mino’s body.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his pupils trembling violently.

“T-This is…?”

"This is impossible!" Freer pressed his head tightly, and his usually gentle tone changed whenever he switched between personalities, revealing a deep sense of fear and disbelief.

"What's going on? Freer? What happened?!" Kleinna stood up in surprise.

"Could it be... that the conditions for his fall were so difficult that even the entire demon race couldn't accomplish them?!"

With her mind preoccupied, she quickly considered the worst-case scenario.

Come to think of it, as the strongest warrior in human history, how could he be satisfied with just a little ambition like peace and land?

"To drive every single demon from this land"—isn't that the true, indomitable desire of the strongest hero?

Freer's pupils dilated almost as if they were in an earthquake.

It was as if what was reflected in their eyes was an answer that neither fallen angels nor holy angels could imagine, and that was beyond logic and understanding!

"The plague in his body is... is..."

"Yes?" "What is it?" Mino and Kletina exchanged glances, their eyes filled with varying degrees of tension.

They all instinctively brought their ears closer.

In the silent cell, Freer's voice, a voice that shook the very fabric of existence, rang out:

"—It's a plague that says 'you won't get away with anything less than a devil's lap pillow'!"

Chapter 385 Feim’s knee pillow (please vote for me~)

"How could a hero have such filthy desires?!"

As if he had seen something dirty, Freer darted away from Mino, just like a dwarf seeing a creature shorter than himself, so startled he almost jumped off the ceiling.

"How dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?!"

Mino's eyes widened, her lips trembling with anger, feeling offended.

“Yes, Freer.” Kleiner paused, also finding it somewhat unreasonable, and was about to confirm:

"Could it be that you made a mistake in your inspection, or misunderstood something..."

"How is the desire to have someone's lap pillow dirty? — Answer me!!" Mino glared angrily.

"..."

It seems there was no mistake.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have questioned your expertise, Freer,” Kleinna said apologetically.

“No, I should be the one apologizing, Lady Kleidina.” Freer sighed softly, his face showing genuine remorse.

"I never imagined that my long absence from using the Poison of Corruption would inadvertently pollute the hero's mind, causing him to develop such defiled desires... I truly deserve to die!"

It shouldn't be your mistake... Krytina hesitated, knowing that now was not the time to dwell on such things; dealing with the current situation was the key.

"So, what do you think we should do now, Freer?" Kleinna asked.

Freer shook his head:

"The situation hasn't changed. As long as we meet the conditions for blaspheming cause and effect, the Mino Warrior will confess on the spot. Now, the only thing to do is... satisfy the desire of the Poison of Corruption."

“If we don’t satisfy him soon, the toxin will take effect and turn Mino into an idiot…” Kletina hesitated.

The voice beside me became serious:

"It seems there's only one choice left! The hero Mino is the most important prisoner of the Demon King's castle; we absolutely cannot allow anything to happen to him!"

“But, lap pillows and stuff…” Kleinna touched her cheek, somewhat embarrassed: “Isn’t that a little… demanding?”

"No, for the sake of the demon race's long-term plan, a little sacrifice is tolerable! I think all the female demons in the Demon King's Castle would not disregard the bigger picture at this moment! They would absolutely agree with both hands and feet!"

"What's more, the one we're trying to save—is such a glorious and righteous hero!!!"

The incredibly decisive voice resonated powerfully throughout the venue.

Kleiner and Freer paused slightly.

The next moment, they all turned their heads to look at Mino standing beside them, who was speaking eloquently and vividly.

All those words just now came from his mouth.

“Hero,” Freer frowned, “I’m having an internal discussion with Lady Kletina. Why are you interrupting?”

“I think that as a member of the Demon King’s Castle, I should also enjoy the same right to speak,” Mino said shamelessly, his hands clasped behind his back, his clumsy behavior exposed.

"Are you kidding me?!" Freer was shocked.

"Don't think that just because I'm cured of my old demonic powers, you can take me for an honest swindler!"

"Gulp!" Mino suddenly looked pained, slowly bent over, and knelt on one knee:

"The poison seems to be acting up... It feels so bad... If only I didn't have a soft, fragrant lap pillow... Watashi—"

"The toxins wouldn't act like that—!!!" Freer was trembling with anger and cold.

"Oh, forget it."

Finally, Kleitina, unable to bear it any longer, sighed: "Let's do as he says?"

"Sir Clerk?!"

"No matter what, we only have one choice left, don't we? Otherwise, all the previous interrogation efforts will have been in vain."

Kleidina looked at Mino, who was rolling around on the ground: "Besides, we can't afford to lose anything, this is the only way..."

“Indeed, this is the only way.” Freer nodded with some difficulty. “However, getting other demons to cooperate might be a bit difficult…”

Freer turned around and found Fim and Migo, who had appeared behind him like ghosts at some point.

"So fast!" Freer exclaimed in surprise.

A large bow fluttered gently behind him as Fim clasped his hands together in front of his chest and said very seriously:

"Fim, I will try my best."

Her golden twin tails swayed gently, and Migo twirled a strand between her fingers, looking away as if nothing was wrong, and said in a somewhat stiff tone:

"If you insist on this, I might agree, it's just a lap pillow... I'm only agreeing because I'm afraid this hero might suddenly die!!! Hmph! Don't misunderstand!"

Kleidina thought for a moment.

Looking down at Mino, who was furtively glancing upwards from the floor every now and then, he made a decision:

"In that case, let's do it one by one."

A slight blush rose to her cheeks, and she gave a very appropriate reason: "Freil's corruption poison has already overdrawn his power. We can't let anything go wrong during this interrogation. It's safer to go all out."

"This……"

Freer sensed something was amiss. He opened his mouth, but looking at the three female demons in the room, he felt he had no room to speak.

He was the one who led the interrogation, so why does it feel like he's the one who's superfluous now?

Inside the cell.

After a fierce game of rock-paper-scissors, the first player to appear was chosen: Fim.

Although no emotion could be discerned from Fim's empty eyes, his blue ahoge (antenna-like hair sticking up) was already sticking up proudly.