I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Because of the enormous expense of pursuing women (such as gardens, dresses, and eating better than the original nobles every day), the already impoverished border noble family of Orson's fortunes dwindled rapidly. To prevent their wealth from running out, Fingel started acquiring some luxury goods that could generate profit.

He discovered that tobacco was not yet a luxury item in the world, so he recently tried it and made a lot of money.

They thought that with the reputation and power of the nobility, there wouldn't be any major problems, but they were still targeted.

Aura questions your words.

[Entry generated... Level 4 entry, "A Scorching Night"]

[Implantation successful...]

The probability of Aura entering estrus (sexual intercourse) increases.

[Not yet triggered]

?

Fingel was both amused and exasperated. Had the timing been wrong? A special combat modifier would have been perfect at this moment.

"Tch." Aura didn't believe it at all. "You clearly just want to..."

~！

An arrow flew swiftly through space, immediately alerting Fingel—it was an arrow shot by the enemy leader.

"Stop talking nonsense, Lord Aura... Watch out!" He grabbed Aura's horn and pulled it behind him.

"what!"

Aura lost her balance and fell to the ground, her round little bottom hitting a stone. The cold touch and slight sting made her buttocks feel a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but cry out.

"What are you doing? I don't need your help! It's just a bow and arrow, aren't you underestimating me?"

Aura wanted to look at Fingel indifferently, but she clenched her small fists tightly, the neckline of her somewhat sexy low-cut dress outlining a stunning curve against her chest, which was trembling with anger.

That bastard...he underestimated me!

"Huh? You idiot... Lord Aura, don't be ungrateful."

Fingel was speechless and couldn't be bothered to talk to you.

Was he just insulting me?

Aura looked at Fingel with some confusion... After thinking for a while, she decided to give up and not bother thinking about it anymore.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly said:

"Fingal."

?

Fingel turned his head away, still hesitating about what to do.

"Shall I help you escape?"

Aura said what he had said before.

"?"

Fingel wondered if he was hallucinating. Hadn't this conversation already taken place once? Since he had chosen pleasure, there was nothing he could do about staying here.

"They're just strangers anyway, so let them die if they want," Aura said shockingly, her tone still cold and indifferent, never caring about life.

“We don’t necessarily have to stay here. We can just find other humans to serve us. If we can’t beat them, we can just run away and keep changing them.”

"It would be a terrible waste to die here."

Aura said calmly, "Running away is not a disgrace for demons. They will do anything to survive." To be honest, in her original opinion, it would be better to just run away now.

"Oh? Are you worried about me?"

Fingel raised an eyebrow; this was truly a first.

Aura has doubts about you.

[Aura's favorability -3]

[Favorability-enhancing keywords generated... Successfully implanted]

"Huh? Are you kidding me? I care about you?"

Aura paused abruptly upon hearing this, her long eyelashes fluttering twice like butterfly wings. She abruptly turned her head away, her face full of disgust.

"Who cares if you die?"

She stomped her foot angrily, not wanting to look at the man at all.

[This guy is insane... Am I supposed to care about a human being? No way, this guy is utterly absurd.]

[Go ahead and die if you want, there are so many other options... Yes, that's exactly right!]

...

OK OK.

Finger was speechless for a moment. Well, he's really stubborn.

He looked into the distance—the enemy soldiers were fighting the monsters and their casualties weren't too high, but many of the townspeople had died.

Corpses were everywhere, and the terrified townspeople cried and screamed, trying to escape.

Too many people have died.

He had just witnessed the shop manager who made his desserts being stabbed to death, which instantly darkened Fingel's expression.

Trouble... If you're going to make desserts, just make desserts properly.

So fucked.

"Lord Aura, create an opportunity for me... to let that lord be alone for a while."

He issued orders to his nominal master.

[Huh? What is this guy talking about? What gives him the right to order me around? I won't...]

Why should I listen to you...?

Aura wanted to refuse, but seeing Fingel's hand that was about to press down, he immediately backed down.

Kneeling before humans is no big deal, even pretending to be a female dog is not a big problem, demons have no concept of shame.

But Fingel felt instinctively that it wouldn't work here, and she inexplicably resisted it.

[That bastard... Just this once! The last time!]

I am the master!

Aura suppressed her dissatisfaction, rubbed her chest, and became serious—relying on her rich combat experience, she quickly formulated a strategy.

First, they engaged in a fierce battle, using the wolf's mobility to separate the cavalry and trap them in the battlefield. By the time the leading noble cavalryman reacted, it was too late.

"Ouch!!!!"

In an instant, the wolves surged forth, and the puppet soldiers launched a general offensive, dividing the battlefield.

"What?! Someone! Protect me!"

"Someone is coming!!"

Count Granat was momentarily flustered. He realized that he was now in the center of the battlefield—he used to be able to easily cut through the battlefield with his physical abilities, but the enemy in this battle was not so weak.

But he wasn't in a hurry... That's okay, he believed in his abilities.

Fingel drew his longsword, his eyes narrowed slightly, burning like candlelight, already in battle mode.

He murmured softly.

"The Time Reduction Domain... I'll call you Time Zero."

Feeling the changes in the world... This was at least the twentieth time he had used it, and his sense of it was no longer as unfamiliar as before; he had gradually become proficient.

The air seemed to be filled with a greasy, gelatinous substance, and his body felt uncomfortable, like after running a kilometer in college, with an accumulation of lactic acid, but he had completely adapted.

I'm not the newbie I was a few months ago anymore.

huh~~

He felt... the flow of time, as if by following a fixed path, he could... go faster, faster!

More power surged out of his body all at once, like an engine running at full throttle.

Fingel even felt like he was in the world of Demon Slayer, his body possessed terrifying power, and his speed was as fast as a demon, capable of slicing down an overpass with a single strike.

"Twenty times... Stormy Swift Movement!"

boom!

No one had any idea what was happening; they only seemed to see a black phantom flash by, arriving beside Granat in just a second or two.

'What! This is...?'

"who is it!?"

Even Count Granat, born into a warrior family, could only barely make out a man charging towards his horse's side. He instinctively reached for his lance...

He was very strong and quite fast—but it was still too late.

For Fingel, it was a completely different experience. He heard a sound slowed down twenty times, like a scream in a distorted video: Who is it?

The speeds are not in the same league.

Fingel's expression was cold and indifferent, no longer the jovial man he usually was. He always dealt men a heavy blow.

'Go to hell'

He thought to himself.

In an instant, the knight's thrusting lance hovered in mid-air, the ripples of its trembling tip clearly visible. Fingel flicked his wrist, the blade tearing through the viscous air, black flames erupting from its edge, leaving a distorted trail in the stagnant spacetime.

Fingel muttered to himself:

"Horizontal slash---!!"

It was pitch black. The blade reflected in the knight's pupils had not yet taken shape, and the sparks that had sprung from the joints of the armor had not yet fallen. The blade, carrying an aura of destruction, had already pierced into the breastplate.

The next second, Finger was already behind the enemy, holding his longsword and breathing heavily.

Time has returned to normal.

"Nah-ni?"

Granat was still wide-eyed—he placed his hand on his chest in disbelief, only to find himself unharmed.

Hallucination?

ping~

A sound like shattering glass rang out, and Count Granat's face turned deathly pale... He kept muttering to himself.

"Impossible...so fast...impossible, what is this?"

A few seconds later.

boom! !

Black flames erupted from Count Granat's chest—slashing down across his entire body like a shaken soda can—and with tremendous force tore his body in two.

The horse beneath him was also split in two.

A tremendous sound echoed across the battlefield, drawing everyone's attention... What happened?

Then they witnessed this scene: the strongest cavalry leader, Count Granat, was cut in two.

The air fell silent for a few seconds... and then...

The battlefield immediately reacted in a new way. The surviving residents of Frisch Town wept with joy. They hadn't expected to win! They didn't care whether it was human or demon. As long as they could survive, what did it matter if they had used the power of the demons? Some of them even genuinely felt that it was a good thing to have Lord Aura protect the town.

The demons are nothing special.

But the raiders were different... They couldn't believe it. That was Count Granat, who could kill a large monster over ten meters long, a wyvern!

With their morale shattered, most of the raiders lost the will to resist... How could they possibly fight now?

"Dead! Your leader is dead?! Surrender now!"

"How could that be? That's the Earl..."

"Go to hell!!"