I Became a Counselor (4)

“Above all, aren’t your hands far too clean when the cherry stain hasn’t even faded yet?”

As I added another buff to the hand choking it and squeezed harder, the thing wearing Priest Malja’s form soon contorted its face.

And the form it took had a strangely familiar face.

‘A demon?’

It was none other than the succubus Charlotte had slashed before, the one that had ultimately burned to death in the saintess’s flames.

‘Did it revive?’

When I glanced toward the desk, I saw that the magic stone I had left there was gone.

My guess had been right.

“I don’t know what gave you the nerve to stay instead of running away, but die again.”

“W-Wait, if that’s what you want, I’ll give you my body or anything else, so please spare my life… Ghk…!”...