The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

“How rude.”

A demon.

It is a word commonly used to refer to the demon race.

Some called them the demon race, others called them demons, and some referred to them as the creations of the Demon King or the Demon God.

After the Demon King was defeated by the hero and the saint, the power of the demon race had significantly weakened, and those demons that remained were said to be hunted down by the saint who was right in front of them.

Wasn’t it the case that they had just hunted down the demon worshippers again?

Yet, that very saint calls me a demon.

“How can someone as virtuous as me be a demon?”

It’s quite the opposite.

I am someone who was drawn into this world by something demon-like.

I am a virtuous citizen who has fallen into this world without a single daughter to speak of, struggling to create my own daughter.

It’s unfair.

Of course, during that process, some unfortunate events occurred from the perspective of others, but isn’t the whole point of enjoying the sight of something unfortunate when it comes to creating a daughter?

This world, which is so repressive of desires, feels strange to me instead.

Anyway, I got too excited and my words went off track.

It was such an unexpected question that I couldn’t find the right words to respond.

“I am not a demon. There is no way there could be a demon in my shop. As I just said, I am merely an ordinary illusion magician.”

“…….”

She looked up at me.

Those golden eyes, filled with suspicion, showed no sign of leaving me.

From her expression, it seemed she didn’t believe my words because of the divine revelation she had just mentioned.

“…….”

“If you have something to say, please do.”

“…Can you prove it?”

Once again, her voice was barely audible.

Do the priests who serve the saint all speak like this to each other?

I had heard that for some reason, they could hardly speak, but this was completely…

“The English listening test would be easier than this.”

I nodded at the saint.

“Of course, I can.”

There was no reason for me to be nervous when I had done nothing wrong.

“However, you see, it is quite difficult to endure being insulted as a demon by someone like you, even if you are a saint.”

“……?”

“If my innocence is proven, what do you intend to do for me, Saint?”

She had no answer.

She merely shook her head.

“I don’t understand what you mean, so please explain.”

“…I am doing what a servant of the gods should do.”

“Then are you saying that I will suddenly be labeled a demon without any reason and receive no compensation for it?”

“…….”

The saint could not respond.

“Is this how the priests of the Goddess Church usually operate? Just take a shot in the dark and see if it sticks. That’s what I mean.”

She shook her head.

“No, that’s not it. You must have searched for something that has no risk to your actions. Don’t you think this is tyranny? Violence disguised in the name of the gods and justice?”

“…Insulting the messengers of the gods is not right.”

“Then do something to avoid the insult.”

“…S-sacrilege…”

“I’ll make a suggestion. If my innocence is proven, our saint should do something for me in return.”

“…….”

“If you don’t want to accept my proposal, that’s fine. But if my innocence is proven, I will formally protest to the church afterward. I will say that a mere revelation has treated an ordinary person as a criminal, no, a demon without any evidence.”

I may be a magician running a small shop, but I am still one of the few magicians of the Illusion Magic School.

Excluding my master Meiko, I was the second most authoritative magician in illusion magic.

It is true that illusion magic has a weak voice in discussions.

However, if the church spreads the fact that they treated an ordinary magician as a demon through Draken, it would give all magicians a reason to protest against the church.

“…I understand. If your innocence is proven, I will help you.”

The saint, who had been meeting my gaze, let out a deep sigh.

“By the way, could you speak a little louder?”

However, the saint shook her head.

“…I can’t.”

“Okay, I understand.”

It would be rude to push any further.

“Alright then. What should I do?”

“…….”

She pointed to one place.

It seemed to be right here.

“Are you asking me to do it in front of everyone? Wouldn’t it be better to go inside our shop? Since there has already been a revelation that there is a demon in our shop, I will, of course, let you check the shop as well.”

After a moment of contemplation, the saint nodded.

I opened the door to welcome a new guest, no, the saint.

“Please come in.”

The inside of the shop was filled with magic circles.

Seeing the various tools neatly arranged, including beds and chairs, the saint tilted her head slightly.

Her expression seemed to convey curiosity about why there were magic circles drawn inside the shop.

“This is a business item. As you can see, it is not a demon summoning circle at all.”

“…….”

Fortunately, sensitive items were either covered with cloth or hidden away, or else I would have been caught not for being a demon but for obscenity.

I spoke to the saint who had entered the shop.

“By the way, why did you come alone? As far as I know, you always accompany priests and knights who convey your will.”

“…….”

“Is there a reason you can’t speak? Well, if it’s difficult for you to say, you don’t have to.”

“…If you are truly a demon, ordinary people cannot handle it.”

Was that the reason?

She was trying to protect her fellow believers and priests.

After all, she was the saint who directly dealt with the Demon King.

It meant she could handle any demon by herself.

“Is it fine to do it here?”

I faced the saint in a place where there was no magic circle.

She nodded.

“…From now on, I will speak, and you just need to listen quietly and receive that power.”

“If you are a demon, you will be eliminated, and if not, you will be fine. Sounds good.”

To be honest, I was a little nervous.

Was it because I was tense?

No.

It was because I was excited.

Being suddenly labeled a demon was unfair, but thanks to that, I had the opportunity to directly experience the power of the saint who had defeated the Demon King.

I was getting to do some research for free, how could I not feel good about that?

To feel the saint’s divinity directly?

I was rather pleased.

Moreover, I would finally understand why the saint of silence always kept her words to a minimum and why she spoke in such a small voice that it was almost inaudible unless necessary.

“Hehehe.”

What a great opportunity for data collection.

Was my laughter too perverted?

The saint took a step back.

“…….”

She closed her eyes and began to pray.

A massive divinity began to surge around the saint.

I quietly observed that divinity.

It was a power that naturally made one kneel and worship.

It was truly a force with an unbelievable concentration.

Even the mana of my master Meiko felt trivial in comparison to this overwhelming power.

I could understand why the saint was able to capture the Demon King alongside the hero.

‘I feel crushed.’

Even though she was merely praying, I felt as if I was being crushed by that immense power.

When she opened her eyes again, her golden eyes sparkled brilliantly, absorbing all the surrounding divinity.

And at that moment.

-Purify.

The saint spoke her voice aloud.

It was not the mumbling, dying voice from before, but a voice filled with strength.

A beautiful voice that sounded like a hymn tickled my ears.

‘It’s a command.’

I could understand why she had been careful with her voice.

A command.

A powerful force contained within the very words, making things happen just by speaking.

The power contained in her words was so strong that she had been cautious with her voice to control it.

‘So that’s why she said those things earlier.’

The divinity surrounding her began to respond powerfully to her voice.

The divinity rushed in to purify not just my body but the entire shop.

Whoosh.

The divinity that emanated from the saint enveloped me.

The warmth of the divinity wrapped around me like a mother’s embrace, swirling around me without showing any other reaction.

As she had said, if I were a demon or a member of the demon race, I would have to suffer in pain and expel magic, but that was not the case.

‘That’s because I was just a bit more honest about my desires than others.’

It was true that I had sinister desires.

But was that wrong?

Being a little more honest wasn’t a crime, was it?

The divinity that enveloped me passed through my body several times, but for me, who was not a demon, it was nothing less than a blessing.

Nothing happened until the divinity disappeared.

“That’s enough.”

“……W-why…?”

The saint looked at me in disbelief, as if she couldn’t believe I was still fine.

It seemed shocking that nothing had happened despite the revelation that had come down here.

And the same went for my shop.

The divinity had circled around several times to purify the shop, but no abnormal phenomena occurred.

“I told you. I am innocent.”

“……Speak honestly. Are you not a demon?”

Once again, the command of the divine revelation was imposed upon me.

I felt an unknown force constricting my body.

An invisible hand began to forcibly move my mouth.

“I am not. I am not a demon.”

Being forced to speak by someone else against my will was not a pleasant feeling at all.

“This command is quite rough.”

At my words, the saint bit her lip in disbelief.

It meant that there could be something wrong with the revelations she had believed until now.

“Now, it seems my innocence has been proven, so our saint should help me with something.”

The saint nodded.

“…Yes.”

From the moment I realized that the power the saint possessed was ‘command,’ I had a certain curiosity.

Could that powerful command be bound within illusion magic?

Helen’s spirit and Yuri’s mana had been neutralized through distortion within the illusion magic circle.

Then could the command of the saint who had defeated the Demon King also be possible?

‘Divinity can be distorted somehow. But I have never suppressed someone with just words.’

I wanted to experiment.

After all, I had the perfect test subject right in front of me.

“I would like you to step into our magic circle, Saint.”

“……Here?”

“Yes. I have something I am experimenting with.”

“…….”

“Surely you won’t refuse? I believe you are not someone who speaks with a forked tongue.”

“…I understand.”

“You just need to step into the magic circle.”

There was no survey this time like I had done with other customers.

The saint was not a customer, but rather someone who had unfortunately come to help me.

There was no need for such a survey.

‘It’s a simple experiment.’

The saint stood in the center of the magic circle, and I activated my mana for the operation.

Vroom.

The magic circle began to operate in response to the mana, and at the same time, the blue light of mana began to ripple from the magic circle.

At that moment.

“Huh?”

A golden pattern I had never seen before appeared amidst the blue light of the magic circle.

Wait a minute, I didn’t carve this golden pattern, did I?

What is this?

‘Is it because of the divinity the saint used earlier?’

This was an unexpected variable.

I brought my hand to the magic circle with the golden pattern.

And at that moment.

[I want to speak.]

[I want to talk normally like everyone else.]

[How long do I have to be crushed by this power and live alone in loneliness?]

The inner voice of the saint spread through my mind.

“Saint, I will pause for a moment.”

However, she was already lost in an illusion.

“…I have no choice. I will have to go in and resolve this.”

I stepped into the magic circle alongside her for coordination.