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

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To whom is this affection meant?

"The most likely scenario is that the will was left by Mino to her family. But the only other woman who could be close to Mino, with a relationship that seems to go beyond that of childhood sweethearts, is the Ice Saintess from the same village."

"In this respect, even Princess Kalia, the jewel of the kingdom who is said to admire the hero Mino, is slightly inferior."

As Swell's analysis progressed, his tone grew increasingly confident. His conclusion was supported by a wealth of "knowledge," and that among countless probabilities, he had determined the most likely, infinitely close to 100% truth!

"I think that the person who occupies the most important place in Mino's heart, and with whom he has the deepest bond... is none other than Saintess Lena!"

"Even if we take a step back and assume that it really was left to Mino's family, when Saint Lena saw Mino's expression and behavior when she left her last words, she would likely feel pain and regret, and her negative emotions would continue to grow because she couldn't be by Mino's side at that time!"

Swell's pages trembled with excitement. He believed that if he could truly extract that memory from Mino, he would surely be able to make Saint Lena lose her composure!

As expected of it, even Mino couldn't have imagined that she had found its biggest weakness from the slightest clues and would use it to win over her important childhood sweetheart.

If Mino knew, she'd probably hate herself to death.

However, for the book demon that records and transfers knowledge, this can be considered the greatest praise.

Swell was somewhat pleased, but remembering the mistakes it had made with Mino in the past, it hesitated. The only flaw in the plan was that if it wasn't meant for Mino's family or Saint Lena, or even a will, it would be useless.

Swell was thinking of pointing out this risk and then listing other alternative plans.

Unbeknownst to it, after it made the above remarks, during the demon council meeting... the three female demons suddenly sat up straighter.

"However, this plan is not guaranteed to be 100% successful. I suggest..."

Swell's voice was interrupted by Kletina, who was sitting at the table, as soon as he spoke.

"No, Swell, let the Nightmare Mirror try to extract this memory."

Kletina picked up a bright red rose between her fingers, a sweet smile suddenly appearing on her lips: "I'd like to see what Mino wrote in that 'love letter' he left for the Ice Saintess... I'm really, really curious~"

"Hmph! What's so great about those outdated, single women..."

With a bang, Migo, who was "severely injured" in the seat, transformed back into a Lolita girl, her twin ponytails swaying unhappily: "So he's like family? I'd like to see who he's really thinking about!"

“Fim also wants to know.”

Fim, the zombie demon, sat upright in his seat, a huge bow behind him swaying gently. His empty eyes blinked slightly: "Mino, can you write... what... last words?"

With nearly half of the proposals approved, Swell swallowed his suggestion, feeling both puzzled and delighted: since several more perceptive female demons had agreed with his view, the success rate of the plan had increased considerably.

It seems that Lady Kletina and the others are quite concerned about the success or failure of the plan.

Svir felt somewhat gratified; for the first time, it felt that it was not fighting alone, and it was also the first time it had seen several great demons united as one.

With this shared philosophy, it's hard for the plan not to succeed!

"Nightmare Mirror, this will be your first time leading the interrogation of the hero Mino. There shouldn't be any problems, right?"

From her seat as the First Demon, Kletina looked at the Nightmare Mirror and asked.

Migo and Fim's eyes also fell on it.

The Dream Mirror trembled. For some reason, it felt as if several layers of heavy pressure had appeared in the air, and the mirror itself seemed to soften a little. It was as if even the air itself had a faint, almost imperceptible smell of vinegar.

It quickly tightened the mirror and said seriously:

"Don't worry, Scribe Kleitina, as long as the hero Mino's will is brought to its knees in the dream, I can use my authority to make Mino unable to resist manifesting his memory in the dream and preserve the dream!"

Chapter 167 Champagne should be opened in the middle of the game.

"The only difficulty now is..."

After hesitating for a while, the Nightmare Mirror still said with some uncertainty, "How did you manage to make the hero Mino submit during the torture?"

In the eyes of the Nightmare Mirror, this is the most difficult place, as the opponent is that resolute and indomitable hero of light!

unexpectedly.

“Oh, that’s all.” Kleidina said casually at the long table, as if it were a trivial matter. Even the demon strategist Svir and the demon sword Apophis chuckled.

"Don't worry about it, he'll give it to you for free—" Kleinna's tone showed no concern whatsoever.

"Yeah, that weakling hero will definitely be a free kill." Migo nodded, looking completely matter-of-fact.

“Mino, it’s free.” Fim nodded vigorously from his seat.

"Is... that so?" The Nightmare Mirror was somewhat stunned. Although it had awakened relatively early, it had spent most of its time recovering from its injuries and being eroded, and knew very little about the torture.

What it couldn't understand was, if the hero Mino could extract information so easily, why was the Demon King's army still at a disadvantage?

However, since all the great demons present have said so, let's give it a try—the Nightmare Mirror quickly put aside its distracting thoughts, and its surface revealed a restless luster.

It must be very satisfying to interrogate one of the greatest warriors in human history, a righteous and resolute iron-blooded hero...

……

King's capital.

The dark, round tower stands silently in the eastern part of the capital, vaguely locking the dark clouds in a corner of the sky, preventing the spread of all darkness.

The Mage's Round Tower, a sacred place in the hearts of all human mages, is a magnificent and sacred existence simply because it is a round tower that embodies countless magical essences.

Not to mention those great beings at the very top of the tower, who have already reached the pinnacle of human combat power and have guided humanity toward a bright future... they are even more unattainable.

At this moment, in the gloomy and dimly lit room.

A message formed from black crows flew in through the window, causing the candlelight to flicker in the airflow. Soon, it was extinguished by a withered hand.

"So, the reason that Iron-Blooded Pope returned to the capital was simply to awaken Saintess Lena?"

The black-rimmed glasses reflected the light as Chief Lach of the Round Tower raised his head from the desk, his expression slightly less guarded.

In the past, even he would have needed to use many secretive methods to secretly obtain such secrets from the Holy Church and the Kingdom, but now he had a much simpler and easier way: he could just send a message to Prince Ota and he would tell him everything.

"Since that's the case, there's no need for much defense. Just lie low and wait for them to awaken Lena. She's just a saintess..."

Lak's tone was indifferent. To him, it didn't matter much whether the human or demon faction was in power. He was happy to see either side inflict heavy damage.

"Once the backlash from the relic is neutralized, that old man should leave the capital. It shouldn't be difficult for him."

Thinking of this, Lark's lips curled up slightly: "It seems I won't have to wait too long."

Seemingly to relieve the stress of the past few days, Lak walked to the window and looked towards the west side of the capital.

"However, the black magic mage squad planted near the Holy Church, at the Hero's Memorial Hall, needs to be kept quiet for a while..."

Thinking of this, and looking out the window at the brightly lit civilian district, Lak's face twitched a few times.

All of the dark plans of the Mage Tower were under his control, proceeding secretly and imperceptibly. In order not to reveal any flaws, apart from a few necessary high-ranking members, all the dark mages he trained were scattered to secret areas throughout the kingdom.

However, in the capital, he still needed a small team that could be supplied with resources at any time, and finding a hidden place for them to operate became a problem.

In the early years when this squad was set up, very few dark mages could remain undetected under the strict surveillance of the Holy Knights, which gave Lak quite a headache. At one point, he even considered giving up on this most crucial force... In order to honor Mino's achievements, Prince Ota established a hero's memorial hall in the western district of the royal capital and entrusted him as its nominal manager.

That became the only place where the Royal Capital Knights wouldn't check the water meter.

As a result, that dark magic squad was never discovered again over the years, and he even sent more elite dark magicians there, making them the only ones in the capital who were kept in the dark.

In fact, we should thank Mino for this, as he continues to contribute to Mino's dark endeavors even now.

"I must remind you, that hero is not dead, he was just captured."

In the room, the entire shadow suddenly solidified into one.

Lark turned his head from the window, and the vast, deep darkness emanated a somewhat disgruntled voice: "After that great battle over a month ago, I thought these Lightborn and Darkborn were finally going to fight to the death... but I never expected they'd just capture an ordinary hero!!!"

"This is utterly a betrayal of my feelings!!!"

Lak adjusted his glasses, his memories stirred by the dark words: "Was it the time you made me set up the abyss magic circle to harvest the souls of the battlefield on the eve of the final battle? The time that wasted a lot of precious materials and didn't even break even?"

"Hmph! Who would have thought they were just putting on an act?!" "Darkness" seemed somewhat indignant at this point.

"Even on the eve of the final battle, I sensed the power of the nine great demons gathered at the front lines. They thought they had concealed their clumsy power well, but before the great abyss, they have nowhere to hide!!!"

Lak shook his head, his memories of the eve of the decisive battle gradually becoming clearer.

He remembered that when he heard this news from "Darkness," he was so excited that he sent an urgent message to Mino, who was located on the border, to reassure him and prepare for the decisive battle the next day. He promised to ambush and assist them, giving the demons a crushing defeat!

But in fact, he slept soundly until noon the next day that night.

He happily opened the communication token, eagerly awaiting the news that Mino had been ambushed and killed by the nine demons and that the news would reach the kingdom.

The result was somewhat unexpected; the demons did not kill Mino, but instead captured her alive and brought her back to the Demon King's Castle... But in any case, it was still good news for him.

That evening, he opened three bottles of champagne.

Even though he was somewhat grateful to those demons, it didn't stop Lak from thinking that those demons had lost their minds—they weren't trying to assassinate Mino, but to capture her alive!

"Those demons have no idea how utterly despicable Mino is..."

As if recalling some unpleasant memories, Lak's voice revealed deep apprehension and hatred:

"That guy will only be a menace wherever he goes!!!"

Chapter 168 The Vicious Hero

He simply couldn't understand what was going on in the demon's waterlogged brain.

Why would you capture a hero who's completely impossible to defeat and bring him back to the Demon King's castle? To have a baby? That's insane!

Lak still believes it's impossible for Mino to betray humanity.

"Speaking of which, you received a reply very quickly after that message was sent—"

The darkness in the room subsided, and a voice of "darkness" echoed within, seemingly filled with curiosity:

"What message did that human hero send you back then?"

Lark's face twitched again. This time, his eyes no longer showed disgust or hatred, but rather a kind of nausea that made his skin crawl.

"It's nothing, just some nauseating words..."

"Lack said with a hint of melancholy."

Seeing those words truly sullied his eyes—

……

Night quietly descended.

To protect the Nightmare Mirror's interrogation, the great demons of the Demon King's castle once again united.