Volume 2 Chapter 23 Demon Suzette
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Ugh… this is turning into a real pain.
She’s one of those complicated types—full of reasons to keep people at arm’s length.
What am I even supposed to do now? I can see it clearly… this isn’t something I can ignore anymore.
Demons aren’t allowed to live on the Main Continent. If one is here, it means they’re either hiding illegally or something’s wrong. Finding a demon almost always leads to trouble.
Isn’t this… kind of a big deal?
If that really was a demon, and they realized I saw them… wouldn’t they try to silence me?
This is bad. Seriously bad.
To be honest, I don’t actually know how strong or dangerous demons are. Sure, everyone says they have horns, but I’ve never seen one before. They’re not supposed to be here, so naturally, I know almost nothing.
Still… for someone to go this far to hide their true identity? Yeah, that’s more than a little suspicious.
Right now, part of me wants to drop Suzette and run.
The demon at the front gate. The mage at the back.
This is a different league compared to what happened with Ferra and Golem. Way worse.
If I just think simply, she’s probably a spy.
She works under the Viscount’s house.
By now, it’s safe to assume either she infiltrated the household… or the household itself is rotten.
Maybe she’s after something—intel, sabotage… even assassination isn’t off the table.
This isn’t like dealing with Tiet or the others. This is on another level. The danger feels real.
But still… he can’t pretend he didn’t see it.
If someone else spots her, Suzette could be in danger too. She might even be mistaken for a collaborator.
Should he try to split up and run?
Or just be honest with her…?
”Is something wrong? Am I making a strange face?” she asked, tilting her head.
”Huh? N-No, it’s just… seeing your face up close like this, I thought you looked really beautiful,” Klock said, trying to force a casual smile.
”I see. You’re quite good at saying things like that at the worst times,” she replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Now that he thought about it, the tension had been there since that moment—when he was seen letting Adelina pet Fella in the Viscount’s corridor.
Yeah… no wonder she looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. It’s not strange if she thinks I’m some kind of creep.
Well, whatever. I can’t stall any longer.
Her horns are showing. Should I bring it up like it’s nothing? If I act normal, maybe I won’t provoke her.
She might realize it herself soon anyway. I have to move before she does.
Klock considered waiting until they reached a safer spot—one where he could get away if things went wrong—but that wasn’t an option. He was still holding her. Once she could walk again, he might’ve had a better chance to say it, but waiting too long would just make it obvious he was hesitating.
If I’m gonna act like I don’t care… then I can’t leave any gaps.
…Alright. Let’s just get this over with.
It’ll be fine. She’s not going to kill me on the spot.
”By the way,” he asked, keeping his tone light, “is your magic completely drained?”
”…It’s not zero, but I wouldn’t count on it,” Suzette replied, looking away. “If anything happens, you’ll have to protect yourself.”
”I see. Since the concealment is down now, I guess there’s no point trying to fight back. I’ll just run for it. That’s the smartest option… or rather, the only one,” he said, keeping his voice casual.
He made sure his words had a natural rhythm, slipping in a soft tsukkomi.
Suzette blinked, then touched her temple. Her eyes widened. She quickly brought her hand to cover her horn.
”…When did you notice?” she whispered, not looking at him.
”Hmm? Just now,” Klock answered, pretending to sound indifferent. “Probably because your magic faded. Ah, but don’t worry. I’m not bothered by it.”
He chose every word carefully. To himself, it felt awkward—too calculated. But how did it sound to her?
”There are demons… Humans call them enemies. How can you say it doesn’t matter?”
”Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? I never really cared about demons,” he said, shrugging. “Honestly, I just think they’ve got nice figures.”
The moment the words left his mouth, he knew it was a terrible thing to say.
Definitely harassment. But it served its purpose—making it clear where his attention was. Not the horns, but something else.
”Even if you have something on me, I don’t have any money,” she said, narrowing her eyes.
”If I had a woman’s weakness, the most I’d do is grope her. So don’t worry. Hahaha!” he replied, forcing a loud laugh.
He laughed hard—too hard, probably.
When he turned to check her reaction, something smacked against his cheek with a sharp *crack*.
”Ouch?!”
He stumbled. In that instant, Suzette shoved him aside, jumped down, and stood up on her own, albeit shakily.
”I already thought you were gross,” she said coldly, “but I see you’re even worse than I imagined.”
Her words hit him harder than the slap. She looked down at him like something disgusting stuck to her shoe.
It wasn’t just the snow and wind making the air cold—her gaze felt like it could freeze his heart.
”No, come on, it was just a joke,” he said quickly. “Don’t take it so seriously.”
”I’m not angry,” Suzette said, voice flat. “I’m just disgusted. Did you carry me just to touch me? That’s beyond creepy. I must’ve been a fool to think you were the least bit manly.”
The insults kept coming—sharp and endless.
Was that really necessary? He wanted to ask, but before he could, she turned away and started heading down the mountain.
He couldn’t stay behind, so he followed, trying to keep his distance.
Maybe talking like that had been a bad idea after all. Still, no magic attacks came flying. No blades, either.
That meant… at least for now, he’d avoided being silenced.
There was clearly a misunderstanding between them, but time could smooth that out eventually.
Which meant—mission complete. Probably.
If she never had that kind of intent in the first place, then… maybe she just ended up hating him for no reason.
”Sir Klock,” she called out with a cold edge.
”Yeah? What is it?” Klock replied, keeping his steps calm.
”Why are you walking right behind me?” she asked, not even turning. “It’s already disgusting enough that I’m forbidden from touching you. But now you’re sniffing me? Are you some kind of dog?”
For a brief moment, Klock faltered in his step.
”That’s not true! I wasn’t—”
”Don’t spit when you talk,” she snapped, her tone sharp enough to cut ice. “Are you trying to mark me now? Humans really are animals. No, worse than animals. More beastly than actual Beastkin.”
The words came down like a storm, one after another. Klock barely managed to open his mouth to protest before the next insult landed. She showed no mercy. Every sentence seemed meant to wound.
Was she truly that angry?
No… This went deeper than that.
It wasn’t just anger anymore. It felt like hatred—raw and bitter. But not the kind that came from a moment’s irritation. This felt practiced. Rehearsed. Her words sounded like something she said often, too naturally cruel to be spontaneous.
He tried to meet her eyes, but she wouldn’t look back.
”What’s wrong?” he asked, half-joking, trying to lighten the air. “Didn’t know demons could talk like that.”
”No, Humans are just that filthy,” she muttered, voice dripping with scorn. “Garbage piled on top of garbage. You, especially, are repulsive. You talk about women’s bodies every time you open your mouth. Your brain must be in your lower parts.”
”Maybe,” Klock muttered with a bitter laugh. “But you’re the one saying all the vulgar things now.”
And then he knew—this was the real her.
Now that her horns were visible, now that her identity had slipped, she no longer held back. She wasn’t hiding anymore. No filters, no masks. Just pure contempt for Humans. The kind that didn’t come from species difference alone.
She stumbled a little ahead. Klock instinctively reached out—but he stopped himself. If he touched her now, she might really stab him.
Honestly, they should’ve waited to reveal the truth. At least until they had descended the mountain, or until she could walk properly again. But now, the pace slowed even more. He couldn’t leave her, but staying felt just as painful.
From just behind and slightly to the side, Klock watched her steps—uneven, almost fragile. He blew warm breath into his hands, trying to ward off the biting cold.
A late regret lingered in his thoughts.
Why did they have to teleport into this frozen wasteland?
Their journey continued—through a snowy mountain neither of them knew, with a companion neither of them trusted.
* * *
Since the mission was long-term and highly irregular, Suzette chose to create a formal record using the provided device.
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[Record Start]
Input Log:
Emergency directive received. Mission accepted to assist a designated target’s escape.
Initial objective involved interrupting surveillance of regional governor Albert Viscount Fennec and shifting focus to evacuation.
Target confirmed as “C.”
Mission: Support escape to the Beast Continent or equivalent foreign land.
Enemies to avoid: The Hero and members of the Hero’s party.
By coincidence, the target was already present at the Viscount’s residence. Contact was established without any reconnaissance required. An escort plan was devised—under the pretense of a visit to the capital mansion—during which the target would be accompanied or monitored, depending on the situation.
The Viscount’s household accepted the fabricated story of an urgent, long-term leave. Claiming to be under his direct orders provided enough authority to remain with the target.
As the scheduled travel began, an unexpected attack occurred during transit.
The aggressor: Princess Hermine, a magic user from the Hero’s party.
She assaulted the carriage with a fortress-class golem, reputed to be the strongest type across the Empire. This was an unanticipated threat—but also a critical discovery. Her presence and power level pose a substantial danger to our forces.
However, she neither struck the target nor displayed the golem’s full strength. Instead, she teleported away, taking two companions with her.
While her intent remains unclear, the exchange hinted that they may have known each other beforehand. Regardless, had we engaged her, we would have faced total defeat. Her overwhelming magic made that outcome certain. In a sense, her retreat was a blessing.
But the encounter was not without consequence. As she departed, she left behind two disciples—Elna and Lona.
Both names matched intelligence records. According to previous field reports, the Beast Kingdom and Empire run student exchange programs. Elna and Lona are likely the daughters of the Hundred Beasts Emperor.
That alone makes them serious threats.
Their mana didn’t seem remarkable, but Beastkin often lack strong spellcasting ability. If they’re capable of flight, evading them becomes near impossible—especially while guarding a civilian.
A direct fight was no longer an option. She used a prepared jump scroll to escape, after creating a small distraction in their defenses.
The spell succeeded. Most of her magic was spent, and she could no longer engage in combat—but immediate capture was avoided. A full day’s lead was likely secured.
Just when it seemed they had escaped safely, a new issue arose.
With her mana exhausted, the concealment spell faded.
Her horns became visible.
She had been discovered. C now knew—she was Demonkin.
—
Input Log: Continued
The protocol was clear: anyone who learns the truth must have their lips sealed.
A decision was needed—either abandon the mission as a failure, or continue while risking exposure.
C’s reaction, however, was… strangely mild.
He was the one who pointed out the horns. But beyond that, there was no real shock. No fear. If anything, he might’ve thought she was a Beastkin instead.
She didn’t view demons as threats.
In fact, he seemed more interested in them… as objects of desire.
During their time at the Viscount’s villa, C had shamelessly forced a young girl into indecent acts—ignoring the presence of others. His behavior now, paired with that past event, revealed his priorities clearly.
To him, gender mattered more than race. Danger was invisible if a woman was involved.
Even after learning the truth, C continued to say things laced with desire, without a shred of understanding of what stood before him.
He didn’t recognize the threat. He followed instinct, not thought. Utterly revolting.
After careful judgment, C was classified as a typical Human—foolish, driven by base urges, and lacking awareness.
With no strong objections, the mission was allowed to proceed.
Notes:
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Tiet – A companion and friend of Anna. A holy knight from the royal capital. She wears light armor and carries a shield adorned with a dragon holding a sword, indicating her affiliation with the National Military Police. She is concerned about Anna’s well-being and tries to support her emotionally.
• Adelina – The slave girl.
• Hermine – A companion and friend of Anna. She is pragmatic and encourages Anna to focus on her duties as a hero rather than her personal revenge.
• Elna – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with white hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked.
• Lona – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with black hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked.
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