Demonkin Living in the Human World

The Demonkin girl was wrapped in a curtain-like garment, its patched-up state making one worry it might fall apart at any moment.

Her long, raven-black hair concealed her emaciated upper body, while the inner sides of her pointed, upturned ears were covered in light pink fluff.

Leon could see all this so clearly not because of his exceptional eyesight, but simply because the excited You You was so close that the camera was practically shoved into the little stray cat's face.

It was clear she was extremely hungry, single-mindedly focused on the food, oblivious to the undead presence nearby.

Furthermore...

There was no doubt this girl was a Demonkin—one of the Demon God's scattered children.

Distinguishing between Demonkin and beastmen was simple: the latter resembled beasts, while the former were more like modified humans with some bestial traits.

Leon didn't understand why there would be a child of hell in the heart of the human world, but then he remembered that even he, a human, had obtained a diploma from the Demon Lord Academy. So, was it really that surprising for a Demonkin to appear in the Ryan Kingdom? However, seeing her gobble down the food, Leon couldn't imagine what it was like for a Demonkin to live in the human world.

Perhaps they lacked the value to be united.

For the garden-like surface world, the kings of the human kingdoms indeed had no need to unite these burdens.

"Lord Demon Lord! Capture her! Faith Points! Brainwash! Train! Mold her into your shape!" You You excitedly jumped around, wishing she could personally catch this "cat demon."

"..."

Watching the jumping You You, Leon didn't know where to begin.

Tsk.

How was this girl even more ruthless than him, the Demon Lord?

Seeing how much this little stray cat appreciated his cooking, Leon felt a little reluctant to act.

Since she wasn't an assassin...

Should he just let it go? Anyway, she was full.

However, although Leon thought so, Bond, having received his orders, didn't intend to let her off so easily.

"Hungry..."

She let out a drawn-out growl, and he, lurking in the shadows, suddenly burst forth.

His greatsword swung out, instantly bisecting the nearby haystack and continuing towards the feasting thief with undiminished momentum.

The cat, her mouth full of wooden skewers, was suddenly startled. She stretched out her right hand, braced herself on the ground, and somersaulted back to create distance.

It was pure survival instinct.

The sharp blade almost grazed her ear.

Another inch, and she would have been a one-eared cat.

Looking through the mirror, Leon saw the longsword in Bond's hand pass directly through You You.

That strike would definitely kill a person, but thankfully, it struck a god.

As an incorporeal being, You You couldn't be harmed by mortal attacks, whether physical or magical.

In comparison, Leon was more worried about the little stray cat.

Buddy, could you at least spit out what's in your mouth? That's a sharpened wooden skewer, after all.

It's dangerous!

"Quick! Quickly chase after her! Lord Demon Lord! Don't let her get away!" You You in the mirror shouted, disregarding everything else.

Leon ignored the noisy Divinity and simply gave an order to Bond, who was poised to attack.

"Bond, sit."

The next second, Bond, who had been wielding his greatsword, ready to charge, plopped down cross-legged on the ground.

Having just returned from a trip to the gates of hell, the frightened little wildcat was clearly still in a state of shock, not calming down despite the demon in front of her ceasing his attack.

Although she didn't understand what was happening, her survival instinct told her that it was best to escape at this moment.

If she didn't run, she wouldn't be able to!

Her slender, taut legs were bent low into a half-folded bow, but just as she was about to slip away like a gust of wind, her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, fixed in place and unable to move.

"Ugh—!"

Losing her balance, she almost fell until she looked down in horror to discover that two skeletal hands had emerged from the ground at some point, tightly gripping her ankles! Undead! Seeing this terrifying scene, she was like a cat seeing a banana for the first time, her entire body arched into a shrimp ball, her fur standing on end.

Watching her struggle desperately, Leon was worried that he might scare her to death, so he stepped out of the shadows.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he appeared, the Faith Points started to rise rapidly.

[Faith Points +1]

[Faith Points +1]

[……]

Emmm...

Am I that scary? Clearing his throat, Leon spoke in as kind a tone as possible.

"Good evening, uninvited guest. My name is Leon, from Hell... To avoid unnecessary trouble, I hope you will voluntarily give me your name."

Just in case, he said this sentence first in the language of Hell, and then in the language of the Ryan Kingdom.

However, the little wildcat didn't appreciate it.

Those amber eyes were still fixed on him, her mouth full of skewers baring her faint tiger teeth.

"Hrk...!"

The mumbled growl had no deterrent effect whatsoever, but instead, because her mouth was full of food, it made her seem silly.

"...Even like this, you're not willing to pull out the skewers first? How many days has it been since you last ate?"

Leon made a helpless expression, chanted a spell, and casually waved his Magic Wand, conjuring half a stone pier from behind to sit on.

"Why don't you finish eating first, and then we can talk properly?"

Perhaps she was tired of "hrking," or perhaps she was really too hungry, the little wildcat, seeing that Leon didn't have any further actions, began to move her cheeks as she chewed.

"Don't swallow the wooden skewers along with it."

Leon casually gave a word of instruction, then picked up a few more strung-together rat tails from the wooden frame beside him, and stuck them next to the fire to slowly roast.

When the little wildcat finally mastered the trick of grilling skewers, his side was also almost roasted. He sprinkled a few grains of salt on them and handed them to her.

"Here."

Although her amber eyes still showed vigilance and fear, her body honestly accepted the temptation of the food, swallowing saliva as she reached out her hand.

Leon waved his Magic Wand and conjured half a stone pier behind her, signaling her to sit down.

When the little wildcat finally completely relaxed, he released the skeletal hand that had been holding her ankle, returning her freedom.

Leon noticed that the moment she regained her freedom, her shoulders tensed involuntarily.

However, after hesitating for a while, she ultimately did not run away as she had before, but quietly waited by the fire pit with the skewers stuck in it.

"Is it good?"

"Cooked! Good!"

"Hahaha, I knew it."

Okay.

After all this, it turned out that it wasn't because his cooking skills were so awesome, but because this guy was the type who was easily satisfied.

Looking at her happy chewing face, Leon became more and more curious about what kind of life she had lived before.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

"Oh wo oh oh!"

"You can answer me after you swallow, no need to force yourself."

"Mmm!"

"Good girl."

"Mmm?"

"I mean, you have a really good appetite."

After a skewer worth five thousand Hell Money went down, a hint of happy, satisfied pain finally appeared on her delicate and tender face.

Looking at her slightly bulging belly, Leon stopped feeding her, put away the wooden skewers, and threw them into the storage basket beside him.

He had heard that people who had been hungry for a long time would forget the feeling of fullness, and would eat so much that they would stuff themselves to death.

Looking at the fire pit that no longer had any skewers, the little cat sitting on the stone pier cast a longing look at Leon, hinting that he should give her some more.

It wasn't until the latter spread his hands to indicate that there were no more that she licked her fingers and the corners of her mouth with lingering taste, and stretched lazily while yawning.

"Tha...thank you."

This guy can actually speak human language.

Looking at the cat girl who had already opened her heart, Leon coaxed her in a gentle tone.

"You're welcome. The Demon God Bayeri taught us that we must help each other in the surface world, after all, humans there are not good people... except for humans who believe in the Demon God, like me."

"Demon God? Bayeri?" The cat tilted its head, its voice hoarse as it said, "Sarah has only heard of Saint Siss..."

Leon's brow twitched slightly, but he still said with a smile.

"Then, did the esteemed Saint Siss give you grilled skewers?"

Sarah looked at him blankly and shook her head.

"No..."

"Then did He give you money? Or help you with your illness? Or give you a warm house or a warm home? Or help you catch mice... Okay, no need to answer, your sad expression has already told me, you have nothing," Leon said with a smile, "Remember, from today onwards, you are a believer of the Demon Lord."

"Demon... Lord?" Sarah looked at him blankly, her oily mouth open, her mind not quite catching up, "Not the Demon God?"

Leon shook his head and said slowly.

"The things I mentioned, the Demon God didn't give them to you, did He? But! As the Demon Lord, I gave you grilled skewers, wouldn't it be appropriate for you to believe in me?"

Leon waited for a while, but no thunder struck down.

Very good.

It seemed that neither the Demon God nor Saint Siss had heard.

Sarah, who was hugging her knees, nodded as if she understood, feeling that what this human said seemed to make some sense.

When her mother was still alive, she always told her to believe in Saint Siss, that the omnipotent Holy Light would one day redeem them from their lost ways.

However, every guy she met who claimed to be a servant of Saint Siss never gave her even a second of a good look... On the contrary, this guy who claimed to be the Demon Lord gave her a full meal.

Demon Lord.

It didn't seem so bad? Thinking of her previous "fierce" attitude, she suddenly buried her head in shame.

"Sarah... my name. Sarah suspected you before, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, vigilance is human nature, just like I also suspected that you, hiding in the dark, were actually an assassin or something."

Leon smiled kindly and continued.

"Speaking of which, I'm quite surprised, how did you avoid the Warning Magic Array I set up outside this inn?"

"Warning? Magic Array?" A trace of confusion flashed in her amber eyes, Sarah recalled carefully for a long time, and then said in an uncertain tone, "Is it the smell of corpses... I did smell a little outside the inn, so I went around it."

The smell of corpses?

Could it be the ashes used for casting spells? But can that stuff really be smelled with the nose?

Leon stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

Perhaps he could improve it.

For example... how about replacing the bone ash with plant ash? Seeing Leon silent, Sarah thought he was angry, so she apologized in a low voice.

"I'm sorry... there's been no one here, I saw a light, and I was thinking of coming over to see if I could find something useful."

Meeting those cautious eyes, Leon immediately guessed what she had misunderstood, so he smiled and said.

"No need to apologize, this inn is not my home, I'm just occupying it myself."

The autumn evening breeze swayed the firelight, the rising embers like dancing fireflies.

Sarah stared at his face for a long time, like a cat squatting by a roadside flowerbed, sizing up a wild poop-shoveling human.

"You... are different from others."

"That's for sure, after all, I'm not from around here."

"Hell?"

"Yes."

"Is it... far from here?"

Leon glanced at her, discerning a trace of longing—or rather, desire—for an ideal land in those amber pupils.

"You want to go?"

"Mmm..."

Sarah nodded, not concealing her inner thoughts.

However, Leon poured a bucket of cold water on Sarah, who had revealed her heart.

"I advise you to give up on this unrealistic idea."

"Why??" Sarah looked at him, seemingly genuinely puzzled.

Leon thought for a moment, carefully choosing his words.

"Well... how should I put it, if you happen to be born in Demon City, you should have a pretty comfortable life. But other than that, everyone has their own story."

To put it bluntly.

If Hell was really that comfortable, he wouldn't have run here to be a Demon Lord.

Even then, he was born in Demon City, and he had the halo of a protected animal, and he had a godfather, adoptive father, and grandfather who was a priest in the Demon God Hall of the Ministry of Truth.

As for ordinary Demonkin like Sarah, especially those born in the human world, forget about going to Demon City, they would probably have to go to the front lines to prove their loyalty before they could even think about going to Hell.

Hearing Leon's answer, Sarah drooped her ears in disappointment, staring at her toes, lost in thought.

"It's not that I'm standing here talking without a backache, but you guys who grew up on the surface really can't adapt to the environment there, so don't even think about it. So many people want to go up but can't... Oh right, I happen to have a job here, if you really can't find anywhere to go, why not come work for me."

The players were all busy leveling up, and he was worried about not being able to find someone to be an NPC.

A catgirl shop assistant.

That would be enough to excite those beasts who were always shouting about Succubus.

Sarah didn't respond.

Leon thought the little wildcat was depressed, and was about to say a few words of comforting nonsense, when he heard a soft snore.

A thin silver thread hung from her lightly puffing mouth, the slightly upturned corner of her mouth like a small boat drawn on the Milky Way.

He wondered what delicious things she was dreaming about, that she was drooling like that.

The black-hearted boss couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Good heavens..."

I actually fell asleep! - (Thanks to "Lin Qingyu" for the Alliance Master reward!!!)