Extra 09 Dekan Still Couldn't Forget Them in the Demon Realm

In a dimly lit basement, only a few dim lights struggled to emit a faint glow.

The surrounding walls were built of thick concrete, and hidden beneath them were complex barrier spells.

The basement was divided into several areas, with some shelves holding tools and miscellaneous items, and a wooden table in the middle.

Opposite the table was a sturdy iron chair.

The chair was covered with gruesome marks. No one knew what kind of torture the people who had sat in this chair had suffered, or what their current state was.

The woman bound to the chair at that moment was the cloaked woman who had been subdued by Cornelia earlier that day.

Her hands were chained to a chair; her face was pale, and her body was trembling slightly.

They were clearly terrified and unsettled by today's sudden Terror attack and this eerie environment.

"So... do you know why you're here?"

Dekan sat across from the cloaked woman at the table, calmly sipped his tea, and glanced at her sideways.

Before returning to the Norton Kingdom, there was this matter at home that needed to be dealt with.

We can't just leave a seventh-tier Blood Race like this in the underground of the town.

"Who... who are you people?"

She was full of vigor this morning, but now she looks like a rabbit locked in a cage, her eyes revealing deep unease and fear.

This seemingly ordinary human couple is terrifying.

It was precisely because of these two outliers that, despite it being an ordinary little town, she felt a Terror sense of having accidentally wandered into a demon king's castle!

"There aren't many guys who dare to ask me questions in the interrogation room. Cornelia, do you remember who the last one was?"

When Dekan heard the cloaked woman answer his question with a question, he turned to Cornelia and said...

"Adair, when you and Mie first started interrogating him, he was quite lively."

Cornelia thought for a moment and then answered.

That was undoubtedly the most brutal interrogation she had ever witnessed—for the suspect.

"..."

As she listened to their conversation, the cloaked woman's fingernails dug deep into her palm, leaving a bloody mark.

Judging from their words alone, they are definitely not good people.

They will undoubtedly suffer torture today.

But.

If she can fake her death and wait for the other party to dump her body in the wilderness, she can use the opportunity to be reborn and escape!

This era is full of unknowns.

However, people have also lost their understanding of Blood Race.

No one would even realize that she still had a remnant of her Blood Race in this world.

When she returns, she will repay this hatred to humanity a thousandfold!

Even if she couldn't defeat the couple, human lifespan is ultimately finite.

She will not spare a single one of these two people's descendants, relatives, or residents of this small town!!!

"... Putting aside your birthplace and age, you won't even admit your name? You're not friendly to us at all."

Dekan said with some regret.

I had already been polite enough to her.

First they invited her to their home as a guest, then they provided her with accommodation, yet she showed no gratitude.

"Hehe..."

The cloaked woman finally couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

He seemed amused by Dekan's question.

Name?

The Blood Race's only two weaknesses are sunlight and their true name!

Even if this human doesn't know she's Blood Race.

The sealing techniques specifically designed for Blood Race have also been lost.

Having witnessed the destruction of the Blood Race, she will never let any living being of this era know her true name again!

"..."

Dekan observed her expression, remained silent for a moment, and then finally asked:

"... Do you now think I asked a stupid question?"

"?"

Although she had no idea what Dekan was trying to confuse her about.

But this question suddenly made her feel a little uneasy.

It's like...

It's as if the other person knows they can read her mind?

However, it's unlikely to be mind-reading magic! Because if it were, the other party wouldn't need to waste time talking to her at all!

Before she could continue thinking...

"For example, I didn't know you were Blood Race?"

Dekan asked again.

Upon hearing this question, her wary eyes, hidden beneath her cloak, finally lost their composure.

Her heart suddenly raced, and the fear in her heart swelled, as if it were blocking her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"You...?!"

However, before she could utter her words of alarm, she was interrupted by Dekan's next question:

"And the [True Word Blood Pact], a sealing technique that seals Blood Race using their true names, has also lost its lineage?"

With a casual remark from Dekan, she opened her eyes wide, her throat trembling but unable to utter a sound.

These suffocating questions began to make her question the reality of this world.

The emotions surging within me went from anger to panic, and then to a bottomless despair that felt like weightlessness.

She tried to find a sliver of unwavering resolve within herself.

Final.

She could only keep comforting herself that even if the other party really knew about this lost magic, or even in the worst-case scenario, if he possessed this magic himself, he would still need to have her real name to use it!

She finally understood why they were interrogating her like this.

It must be to make her confess her real name!

No matter how cruelly she was tortured, she would never reveal her real name and become a slave to humans!

"Hmph..."

Dekan seemed to understand her thoughts again.

He couldn't help but smile with a hint of pity.

That enigmatic smile sent a chill down the spine of the cloaked woman on the chair!

"Actually, the [True Word Blood Pact] magic is just average as a sealing technique. You seem to have misunderstood something. I really didn't intend to scare you with it."

"It's more of a control effect; if we're talking about sealing, then it's us demons..."

"Cough cough!"

Cornelia quickly interrupted Dekan, who was giving a serious explanation that was gradually going off on a tangent.

He almost blurted out his proud words, starting with "we demons," again.

"Cough,"

Realizing he had gotten carried away, Dekan coughed lightly.

When he spoke again, his tone had returned to its previous indifferent state:

"I know exactly what you're thinking..."

"Countess Lisilina."

He stared directly at the other person's face, which was faintly visible beneath the cloak, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

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