Cucking The Demon King -
Chapter 130: Complicated
Chapter 130: Complicated
She had long, flowing black hair that shimmered with an unnatural luster.
Her skin was smooth, pale, and flawless, her features strikingly beautiful—high cheekbones, soft lips, and a refined jawline.
But it was her eyes that stood out the most: pitch black, like two dark gemstones, gleaming with mystery and power.
Everything about her seemed crafted to both entice and unsettle. Her beauty clashed with the ominous air they had just escaped from. And yet... she didn’t feel evil.
She placed the hat gently against her chest and tilted her head.
"Better?"
Emerald didn’t answer. Her sword still pulsed with energy, and her stance remained rigid.
The others behind her looked just as confused as she felt.
"Are you the one who pulled us out of there?" Emerald finally asked.
The woman smiled. "Mmm... you could say that."
"Why?"
The woman shrugged. "Well, you seemed to be having a hard time."
That answer only deepened Emerald’s suspicion.
The woman, seeing Emerald was only getting more suspicious gently stretched her hand.
"Relax," The woman continued, stepping closer—but stopping just far enough to avoid being threatening.
"If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve left you back there with him. You were going to die, you know."
The words stung with truth, but for some reason, Emerald found it a bit annoying.
However, she said said nothing, her eyes narrowing.
The strange woman looked over at Elsa, Cynthia, and Lela. "You three okay?"
They all nodded hesitantly, unsure of how to even respond.
"Good," the woman said. "Because if you weren’t, dragging all four of you out of that flaming wreck would’ve been pointless."
She turned her gaze back to Emerald.
"You’re a tough one. Pouring raw mana through your veins like that?" She chuckled softly. "Very risky."
Emerald frowned. "You were watching?"
"Of course. It was quite the spectacle."
"Who are you?"
The woman tapped her chin, as if pondering the question.
Then she smiled.
"You can think of me as a friend, or a passing stranger... just know I’m not your enemy."
Emerald’s frown deepened.
She still hadn’t lowered her sword, and the mana coating the blade continued to flare with a white hue. She studied the woman before her—no killing intent, no ominous aura, not even a trace of hostility in her tone or body language. And yet...
Dark thorns. The signature of darkness element users.
There was no doubt in Emerald’s mind. That power from earlier—it had come from this woman.
Which meant only one thing.
’She’s also... an heretic...’ Emerald thought to herself, her brows furrowing.
Her grip on the hilt tightened, jaw clenched in tension.
Her thoughts raced, trying to piece it together.
Why? Why would someone from their enemy’s side pull them out of danger? Why would a heretic—who should have been their sworn enemy—save them from another heretic?
It didn’t make sense. None of it did.
The scariest part about it all was that none of them were able to sense her, despite her being there in the room.
Not even the strange man clouded in shadows. He was terrifyingly powerful, yet he hadn’t been able to sense this strange heretic sneaking around and pulling them away from the house.
The woman, as if sensing her storm of confusion, let out a slow, tired sigh.
She gently removed her hand from her chin and stared off to the side for a moment.
She had expected this. It was obvious this was how it would turn out, after all, the bad blood between the church and heretics ran deep, and rightfully so.
She’d gone over it in her mind countless times already—this exact scenario. The looks, the suspicion, the questions. Especially from a knight like her.
’I hope... I’m not making a mistake,’ she thought quietly.
From the moment she’d crossed paths with Liam, her entire perception of things had begun to change.
She remembered it clearly. That calm, piercing stare. The way he’d seen through her illusion with ease. The overwhelming pressure he exuded without lifting a single finger.
He was very powerful. Too powerful.
She had expected him to kill her after she tried deceiving him, but he had left her alive.
He only asked her to stay out of his business, and not interfere in their mission.
And that was exactly what she had done.
She traveled far—away from the center of the village, away from any signs of conflict, away from the church and its strange, unpredictable agents.
She buried herself deep in silence, wearing her illusion like a cloak and waiting for the storm to pass.
But fate, as always, had its own plans.
That’s when she’d encountered them—these three girls.
And then the knight.
"Damn it..." she muttered under her breath, a tinge of guilt creeping into her voice.
She’d saved them without much thinking. Pure impulse. But now, standing here, facing their frightened and suspicious stares, she wondered—was this really the right decision?
The only reason she bothered to save them was because she felt Liam might be angry if he found out she abandoned his comrades.
She couldn’t imagine being at the receiving end of his wrath, it would surely end terribly for her.
She turned back toward the knight.
Emerald hadn’t moved an inch. Her stance was still tight, guarded, blade pulsing with mana, ready to strike at the slightest provocation.
Those piercing eyes of hers were locked onto Eva with unyielding focus.
There was no trust in them.
Not even a sliver.
Eva sighed once more.
She raised a hand to her chest, her voice soft but clear.
"My name is Eva," she said slowly. "I’m an heretic."
The room fell into stillness.
Elsa, Cynthia, and Lela all tensed behind Emerald, their eyes widening slightly.
Cynthia instinctively reached toward her own chest, as if ready to summon a shield, but stopped when she remembered her blessing wasn’t responding.
Lela leaned slightly forward, trying to see better, while Elsa furrowed her brow.
Emerald didn’t flinch.
Her expression remained unreadable.
"I figured as much," she replied coldly. "But that still doesn’t answer the question."
Eva’s smile didn’t fade, though her eyes held a sadness that hadn’t been there before.
"You want to know why I saved you," she said.
Emerald didn’t reply.
She didn’t need to.
Eva stepped to the side, her coat brushing lightly against the edge of a nearby table. Even now, that long, pointed hat cast a partial shadow over her face, though her charming black eyes remained fixed on Emerald’s.
"I’m simply repaying a favor I owe... to a friend," she said quietly.
Emerald’s brows knitted tighter, suspicion refusing to leave her expression. "A friend?"
Eva gave a small, tired smile, though her mind stirred with more complicated thoughts than her face let on.
’A friend... is that really what he is?’ She wondered.
Truthfully, Eva didn’t know where they stood.
Whether Liam was an ally or an enemy, they never really defined their standing.
However, she was certain she would benefit more as his ally, rather than an enemy.
The moment she made her decision to interfere—to pull those girls out from that burning chamber of death—she knew she was crossing a line. There was no turning back.
The order would know by now. They’d feel her magic signature, and they’d know she was the one who saved those three.
A Traitor; That was what she was in their eyes now.
She pushed those thoughts down and turned back to Emerald, who still stood with her sword raised and her eyes narrow.
Emerald stepped forward slightly, cautious but steady. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, voice calm but sharp.
Eva met her gaze, her hat tilting as she angled her head. "Just what I said," she replied. "He spared me once, so I suppose this is... me returning the favor." Her tone was casual, but Emerald wasn’t buying it.
The knight stared for a long moment, as if trying to look through her. "And you expect me to believe that?" she asked.
Eva chuckled softly. "Not really. But it’s the truth."
The three girls behind Emerald shifted uncomfortably, still unsure what to make of this strange, dark-clad woman who claimed to be a heretic—and yet saved them.
The dark thorns, the darkness mana—it was all unmistakably the same element the heretics used. And yet, this one hadn’t attacked them. She’d rescued them.
That made her all the more dangerous. Unpredictable.
Emerald didn’t lower her weapon. "If you’re really not our enemy, then explain why you’re dressed like one. Why the darkness mana? Why the theatrics?"
Eva’s expression didn’t falter. "Because I am one," she said plainly. "Or... was. You could say I’m in a bit of a complicated spot."
"Complicated?" Emerald echoed.
Eva sighed again, folding her arms and leaning her back slightly against the wall.
"Let’s just say... my former allies won’t be too happy with what I’ve done. I’ve probably signed my own death warrant saving you."
She said it with the nonchalance of someone commenting on the weather, but her words weighed heavy in the air.
Emerald tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword. "And why would a heretic risk their life to save church knights?"
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