Chapter 37
Pirate Noel fled in a panic.
The Silver Knife sprinted through the air, hacking at the nearby pirates. It slashed their limbs, creating red lines across their bodies. A silver light flashed. A Blood Fountain erupted.
A Soldier who had been fighting the pirates was drenched in blood. The Soldier’s pupils dilated, and his body stiffened.
The Blood-stained knife flew callously toward the next pirate. The pirate let out a Scream and made an Escape.
The knife grazed the pirate’s leg. The leg was severed, and the body collapsed. Countless red lines butchered the flesh. Dismembered Limbs and chunks of meat poured down.
Chaos swallowed the Surroundings like a tidal Wave. Fear struck indiscriminately, regardless of friend or foe.
The desperate Struggle between the Merchant Guild Troops and the pirates had long since stopped. On the Deck, a Massacre unfolded instead of a battle. Lives were hacked apart, and Red Remains scattered in the wind. A sight that shook the Foundation of the Mind continued.
Pirate Noel was pouring with sweat. He ran straight ahead and roughly pushed open a door. He left the Deck and sprinted down the corridor.
Countless sounds of Scampering followed along with screams. Escaping pirates surged into the corridor like an ebbing tide.
The pink-toned girl chased after them. The knife hovered in the girl’s Surroundings.
When the girl gestured, the knife sprinted. Its trajectory caused people to be hacked to pieces. Screams rang out. Bloodstains were scattered all over the corridor.
Noel, who was Running at the front, stumbled and barely grabbed the Cabin Door. With trembling hands, he turned the doorknob and managed To Enter. The door closed, and silence fell. The latch caught on the door.
His legs gave out, and he slumped to the floor. His Heavy Breathing echoed. The sight of the Red Massacre covered his vision like an afterimage. The Cabin was quiet, but the screams and the Terrible Silence that followed lingered in his ears.
A killer Demon in the Form of a girl was enjoying Murder. With drowsy Pink Eyes, as if intoxicated by drugs, she severed limbs and scattered chunks of flesh.
The Violent Slaughter broke their will To Fight and bred terror.
Noel prayed that this moment was just a nightmare. He prayed desperately, earnestly that the presence felt outside the Cabin Door and the Footsteps that stopped in front of it were just an illusion.
Immediately after, an impact slammed into the door. The Wooden Door shattered, and the latch broke free. Wind rushed in. Riding the air, a murderous intent swept through the Cabin.
Beyond the open door, the girl stared at Noel. Her Pink Eyes were drowsy.
A callous gesture pointed at the slumped Noel. The knife hovering around the girl flew fiercely.
And when it had flown about halfway, it Suddenly let out a high-pitched whine and dropped with a thud, as if its battery had died. The blade hit the Ground and made a clattering noise.
A silence lingered between the pirate and the girl.
The girl Blinked slowly, as if intoxicated. She looked down at the Magic Stone Knife.
“Oh my, it’s out of fuel.”
A Moist Voice rang out.
Ugh.
I used up all the Magic Stone Fuel.
My gold bar’s worth.
Pastel felt like groaning.
Fickle Friend.
You’re too much of a spendthrift.
Ugh.
I’m the one bringing in the money.
Suddenly, the pirate raised both hands and knelt down as if in Surrender. He started saying something or other.
Whoa.
A corpse is talking…!
A being that should be dead is alive…!
Pastel was startled. She Flinched and swung her sword. The Sword Strike swept through the kneeling pirate. His upper body was sliced diagonally and collapsed. A Stream of blood spurted out and soaked her Pink Hair.
Ugh, it’s Warm.
She brushed up her hair and picked up the knife. The knife had lost its luster, as if its battery was completely dead.
Seriously.
Seriously, Fickle Friend.
I’m telling you, this is all gold.
Because you’re such a spendthrift, corpses that should be dead are coming back to life and stuff.
Oh no.
It’s a zombie.
So scary.
Pastel left the Cabin, trembling. Returning to the Deck with a still Drowsy Mind, she saw the Merchant Guild Troops who had cleaned up the chaos of the Massacre.
Max, who was in Command of the Troops, looked back. Max’s body Froze On the spot. The Troops who looked back with him were the same.
Gasp.
It’s the Evil Sir Max.
The good and kind Pastel trembled at Sir Max’s wickedness.
A complicated silence flowed.
Huh?
An unknown, Intense Gaze.
As if they were looking at Kraft.
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During the Subjugation Operation, they went through three battles.
As if Fickle Friend was doing Territory Marking, Body Fragments were heavily sprinkled across the three pirate ships.
When a battle ended, someone had to do the Cleaning, but Fickle Friend, who had never lived a life of Cleaning, didn’t care.
The lazy Pastel, who was living a life where Lord Demon did the Cleaning for her, was the same, of course.
Pastel’s mouth fell open.
Heok.
“Really?!”
Spoils Distribution time
By Unanimous Decision, the ownership of the three pirate ships Was Handed Over to the Marquis Excellency. The spoils, which accounted for more than half the profits of the Pirate Ship Plunder, were handed over without a single protest.
It was all thanks to His Excellency Kraft, whose insides were Dark and Dingy, personally carving up corpses and leaving Territory marks all over the pirate ships. The warning of 'don’t touch my spoils' was strongly felt.
Everyone agreed fiercely with His Excellency’s will and consented to a Peaceful Spoils Distribution. It was absolutely not because they were scared.
It was also absolutely not because the Harsh Truth - that someone with the status of Marquis Excellency could Easily Cover up a few murders - chilled their hearts.
Pastel, who lived as she pleased without deeply considering how her actions affected others, was simply moved.
Such completely kind people.
People who willingly opened their wallets for a hungry child.
“I have no shame, so I’ll gladly accept!”
Pirate ships!
Whoopee!
“What do you mean, 'no shame', Marquis Excellency? You have every right To Take them.”
Mercenary Holden spoke up.
“Holden…!”
The favorable response of a rough-mouthed person.
Heok.
Double the emotion.
“I thought you were a Hothouse Flower, but you’re completely different from how you look. It made me realize this is what the Krafts I’ve only heard about are like. The noble lords will have To Face Your Excellency all the time. I wonder if they can even live properly out of fear.”
Max frowned.
“What kind of disrespect is this to His Excellency?”
“Oh my, how scary! My ankle is starting to hurt! Excellency, please stop that man! He’s going to hit me at this rate!”
“Heot! Understood! Sir Max! Please don’t be too harsh!”
Pastel pointed at Holden.
“This person is just a rough-mouthed person with disrespectful thoughts! It’s his nature, so it can’t be helped!”
A completely kind person.
Holden and Max both looked dumbfounded and stared at her.
Hmm?
Is there something on my face?
She was rubbing her cheeks.
Heok.
Clean.
Holden rubbed his arms and shivered.
“Krafts are scary. I’ll watch my mouth.”
They documented the Spoils Distribution Details and chose to Disperse. Once the Pirate Subjugation and Plunder were finished, the Merchant Guild airships began their Navigation toward Sky Island.
Pastel left her original airship and boarded a pirate ship alone. It had been covered in corpses, but thanks to the kind Merchant Guild Troops doing the Cleaning, it was spotless.
“Hooray!”
Twirling in the middle of the pirate ship.
My very own airship.
This is not a Misappropriation of an Academy Airship, but my very own airship was obtained Fair and Square.
Economic Criminal Pastel had become an Economic Criminal (though not quite her usual kind of criminal)!
Ppu-deu-eut.
It felt like the little bit of Guilt she had was wiped completely clean.
She spread her arms wide and made a Confident Declaration.
“I proclaim that this airship will be operated for good and kind purposes by the Kraft Merchant Guild, established for hungry child!”
For real.
This is a Declaration Without a Trace of falsehood.
“Oh yeah!”
Pastel danced a lively jig. She waved her arms and her feet tapped a rhythm.
The lively jig continued.
Her feet tapped.
Let’s try dancing~.
Heok.
I’m, like, a really good dancer.
Actually a super genius?
The Demon in Suit Attire came out onto the Deck. He approached with a leisurely pace, examining the Magic Stone Knife.
『Young Craft.』
Pastel’s Face Brightened even more.
“Lord Demon! Lord Demon! Look at me!”
Dunchi-dunchi.
Tudak-tudak.
Heok.
A really good dancer!
She sent an Expectant Gaze to the Demon.
Red Eyes swept over the jigging girl.
『Come to Think of it, you wouldn’t have been able to Learn Social Dance. It’s okay if you can’t Dance well. Everyone has a first time.』
Heok.
A completely different evaluation!
Pastel flopped down onto the floor.
A super genius is frustrated/disheartened before the Wall of Reality.
Sniff.
The Demon was flustered.
『What’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?』
“My heart hurts.”
Despair.
Despair.
The Demon observed her a bit more, then changed the subject, seemingly having adapted to her arbitrary behavior by now.
『More importantly, I’ve found the cause of the Performance Degradation.』
Heueuk.
The Cold World of Adults that ignores a loser’s despair.
I’m going To Freeze Solid.
Freezing, freezing.
『Young Craft?』
“Yes, I’m listening.”
Pastel picked herself up.
The Demon dusted off her clothes.
『Right, listen here. The reason the Magic Stone Knife’s Usage Time has been decreasing is indeed that a problem occurred with its Charging Capacity.』
Before being plundered, they had gone through three long battles.
Every time, the knife’s fuel ran out, so she used a Magic stone to Charge it. She would Press the knife against the Magic stone; the stone would emit a soft hum, and the knife would be charged.
But as she did that, an unknown problem occurred. The more she repeated discharging and charging, the more the Usage Time decreased.
Is the Demon King's Inheritance already broken after barely using it?
Uwaah.
My hard work!
Life is too hard for Pastel…!
The Demon flicked the Magic Stone Knife With a Finger. A Clear Sound rang out.
『Upon Investigation of the cause, it seems that after every battle, something else was filling the fuel tank instead of fuel.』
Ah.
“Did I use it too roughly and blood got Inside? Is that why it’s broken?”
Hormone Friend.
『That’s not it. No, maybe it’s similar.』
The Demon’s finger touched the knife. Thick Black Slime was drawn out from Inside the knife. The slime rolled into a ball in midair.
Whoa.
『It’s demonic energy. Just as animals consume Demonic Energy in the Air, humans also unknowingly consume demonic energy to live. It seems the knife extracted the Internal Demonic Energy of the people it killed.』
Huh.
『However, it didn’t just extract Internal Demonic Energy.』
His finger pointed at the Black Slime. The slime had some Turbid Gray mixed into it.
『It’s the Status of Existence. Along with the target’s demonic energy, it also extracted a portion of their Status of Existence.』
O-i-ing.
The Demon frowned.
『It’s a very wicked result. I can’t even Imagine how big a problem and what side effects this might have.』
The Demon examined the knife.
『I need to properly Look Into what intentions the Former Demon King had when making this - 』
Nyam.
Chewing Sound.
The Demon looked back blankly.
『You, why are you eating that?』
Pastel’s Eyes Widened.
Jelly was chewed in her mouth.
Heok.
When did it get in my mouth?
Is this perhaps poison?
Uwaah.
Pastel is in Mortal Danger after deciding to Pick Up and eat just anything…!
A dying Pastel…!
Uwaah.