The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around
Chapter 112: Torturing the Half-Fox

Chapter 112: Torturing the Half-Fox

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Seraphina blinked, caught off guard by the sudden offer. Her ears twitched slightly.

"...What?"

"I said I’ll help you," Eren repeated, his tone now firm and quiet, as if this were just another matter-of-fact statement. "I can break your chains. I can free you from this prison. And if you want revenge... I’ll even help you get it."

Seraphina stared at him, her yellow eyes wide with disbelief. That buried flame of hope—long thought to have turned cold—suddenly flickered again. Maybe... maybe this annoying human was—

"But of course," Eren added flatly, completely destroying the moment, "I’ll need you to do something for me in return."

"...Tch." Her eyes immediately narrowed, and her expression turned cold and unimpressed.

’Hah. As expected of a disgusting human,’ she scoffed internally, lips twitching with visible annoyance. Of course there was a catch. Of course there was something. They always wanted something.

"What do you want?" she asked, voice flat, her glare sharp as a dagger. Her fluffy fox ears twitched with impatience, and her tail slapped the ground with a soft thud, showing her growing irritation.

Eren, however, just smiled—far too pleased with himself.

"I want you to become my slave~" he announced cheerfully, his voice suddenly taking on the tone of an overexcited child asking for dessert.

"......"

[......]

There was a very long silence.

Even the system, Useless, who usually had some snarky remark or robotic comment, stared blankly at its master in utter disbelief, as if it just witnessed someone licking a cursed toad for fun.

Seraphina, meanwhile, was completely frozen. Her brain just... stopped. It refused to process those words.

But once it rebooted—

"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!!!" she roared, her voice shaking the walls as a burst of pure demonic Aura exploded out of her body in a violent wave. The chains around her rattled, groaning under the pressure of her rage.

Her silver purple hair whipped around her like a storm, her yellow eyes blazing with fury. How dare this little human—a nobody, a worm—ask her, the former Demon Lord Seraphina, to become his slave?!

Meanwhile, Useless could only silently hover in the air, utterly speechless, silently updating its internal report in its database under the new tag:

[Master has no sense of self-preservation.]

"Absolutely NOT!" Seraphina shouted again with burning hatred, her yellow eyes blazing as she glared at the human who stood before her, completely unfazed by the torrent of killing intent she was releasing.

"You want me to become your slave, you lowly—"

–Smack!

Her words were cut off by another firm smack to the head, making it snap downward.

"Think carefully before you disagree," Eren murmured in a calm, stoic tone. Wisps of smoke curled from his clenched fist where he had just struck her. "After all, you have no real choice. Either come with me as my slave, or spend the rest of eternity rotting in this damp, smelly dungeon."

Seraphina let out a groan from the hit, feeling pain instead of sting. she raised her face, wearing a scoffing expression.

"Hah! You think I don’t see what you’re trying to do?" she sneered. Her voice dripped with mockery. "You’re trying to pull a fake choice tactic on me, aren’t you?"

"I’ve used the same trick on my subordinates and enemies. I give them two awful options and make it seem like there’s no way out. That way, they choose what I wanted them to from the beginning."

Eren blinked, tilting his head slightly, clearly impressed.

"Oh really? And what would you do if they still didn’t cooperate?" he asked, his voice full of fake curiosity.

Seraphina raised her chin proudly. "Simple. I’d use physical force until they broke. And if that failed... I’d get rid of them entirely so the—"

She froze. she noticed Eren’s smile suddenly widened. His eyes narrowed into mischievous crescents, and an ominous aura seemed to rise around him like a creeping fog.

"...Wait, you’re not going to..." Seraphina’s confident tone faltered. Her voice trembled ever so slightly. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple.

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Three minutes later...

A loud, tortured scream echoed through the dimly lit chamber.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The scream belonged to none other than Seraphina, whose voice cracked in agony.

"So... are you still going to reject my offer? Or accept it now?" Eren’s cold, stoic, indifferent voice echoed in the dungeon as he stood over the once-proud half-fox demon.

Kneeling helplessly on the ground, with her wrists chained to the sides, her breath ragged. Sweat poured down her pale face, which had lost all its color.

"I... I... h-hah... will never—"

–Spssh!

Before she could finish, Eren sprayed something directly in her face using a bottle spray. Her expression immediately twisted in horror.

"NO—Cough! COUGH!!"

The bottle in his hand hissed with a noxious mist. What Eren had crafted was not a simple prank item. It was a vile concoction, brewed minutes earlier using the system’s shop. He had purchased a variety of revolting ingredients, mixed them together in a glass tube, and boiled them like a mad scientist conducting forbidden alchemy.

And what he created... was nothing short of a biological nightmare.

Seraphina had witnessed the entire process from the side, her fur bristling in horror as she recognized some of the ingredients.

Skunkroot Extract – a rare plant from the Bog of Sorrow, infamous for its stench resembling fermented onions mixed with corpse rot.

Rotvine Gel – a sticky secretion from a cursed vine that grew on demon corpses. Its odor? A grotesque blend of decaying flesh and sour cheese.

Black Toad Slime – from a venomless swamp toad that oozed a mucus smelling of mildew, wet socks, and something distinctly amphibian.

And many more grotesque substances. The end result was a noxious, foul-smelling alchemical liquid so powerful it could theoretically knock out a tavern with a single spritz.

Eren poured the result into a spray bottle, grinning like an crazy evil alchemist. And so, he had just sprayed it directly into Seraphina’s sensitive beastkin nose.

Which made her gagged violently.

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[Notification!]

[You have created a new Alchemy Substance on your first try!]

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Name: ???

Type: Alchemical Liquid

Effect: Emits a nauseating, overpowering odor capable of incapacitating even the most resilient beastkin. One mist spray is sufficient to knock out a mid-sized tavern.

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Eren glanced at the bottle in satisfaction, then at Seraphina, who was swaying weakly.

Meanwhile, Useless hovered beside him, trembling with digital fear. It remembered the wild grin its master wore while concocting the abomination. Like a man possessed. Like... a mad scientist doing a crazy experiment using fantasy substances

It was thankful it didn’t have a nose.

Eren looked down at Seraphina again. Her head drooped, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. Her fox ears were flattened. Her once-glorious aura was gone. Now she looked like a sickly mutt caught in a storm.

Beastkin, especially fox and wolf types like her, had absurdly sensitive noses. Which made this particular method of torment... more effective.

Her face had turned a disturbing shade between pale green and ashen purple, as she also couldn’t even cover her nose. Her arms were still chained. And even if she tried to hold her breath, Eren would—

"Tickle tickle~"

A single feather appeared from nowhere, and Eren gently poked her under the chin, forcing her to gasp.

"NOOO! COUGH—!! YOU MONSTER!"

To her, the smell was indescribably foul. Like rotting meat soaked in sour milk, mixed with the stench of wet fur that hadn’t dried in months. Then came a vinegar-like sting, followed by a rancid sweetness—like a piece of fruit left to ferment inside a troll’s stomach.

It was the ultimate olfactory nightmare. A true alchemical crime.

Seraphina trembled violently. Fortunately—or unfortunately—her stomach was entirely empty. She hadn’t eaten a thing in a hundred years. So while she felt like vomiting, there was nothing to throw up.

"So...are you going to accept my offer, or not?" Eren repeated the same question again, his tone calm and bored, still giving the stubborn demon girl one last chance to put an end to her suffering.

Seraphina, however, remained defiant. Gritting her teeth, she panted heavily through weak, shallow breaths, her body trembling but her pride intact.

"I... I will—"

—Spssh!!

’JUST LET ME FINISH, YOU ASSHOLE!!’

She screamed internally as the dreadful mist sprayed her face once again. Some of it shot up her nose, stinging like fire. And just like that—poof—she passed out for the fifth time, eyes rolling back as they turned white.

Resistance? None.

Dignity? Long gone.

Seconds later...

"...Ugh..."

She groaned weakly, blinking open her watery eyes, only to hear that voice again—the evil, human voice that haunted her now.

"Accept my offer," Eren repeated, his voice low and stoic. "Or get sprayed."

He was clearly losing patience, no longer bothered by how long it might take to finally break her. In his hand was that devilish weapon—the spray bottle of doom.

He held it right before her face as she wokke up.

Seraphina panicked the moment she saw it. Her eyes widened with terror as she instinctively pulled her face as far back as possible, even though her arms were still restrained by the metallic chains. Her body visibly paled, horror etched all over her delicate, now slightly damp face.

"Okay! Okay!! I give up! Just get that thing away from me!" she cried out, tears spilling on the corner of her eyes as she pointed fearfully at the dreaded bottle. To her, it may as well have been a holy artifact forged to punish demons like her.

"..."

Eren stared at her pale, pitiful expression in silence for a moment. Then, with narrowed eyes and a devilish grin, he raised the spray bottle closer and whispered ominously,

"You’re lying."

"I’M NOT—!"

—Spssh!!

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