The NTR Hero Knelt Before the Demon King – Chapter 110

Suddenly, before my eyes stood my lord, the Demon King.

As I gazed at her, Eliza couldn’t help but feel a wave of Deep Confusion wash over her.

“Why?… Even if it’s about the Hero, there’s no reason for Your Majesty to be here.”

The Demon King rarely left the Demon King’s Castle.

With so much to attend to and safety concerns to consider, it was generally advised that the Demon King remain at the castle due to various minor reasons.

This fact was something Eliza, a member of the Elite Guard tasked with protecting the Demon King, was all too familiar with.

Feeling a peculiar sense of discomfort regarding the situation, Eliza respectfully addressed her lord.

“Your Majesty, what brings you here?”

“I came to check on the state of the prisoner and happened to notice something troubling. This foul Divine Power is too vivid to simply ignore.”

“Ah… I see.”

Eliza managed to force a smile at the Demon King’s words.

However, beneath her composed exterior, Eliza couldn’t shake off the growing suspicion regarding the increasingly bizarre behavior of the Demon King.

“What is this?… I feel something is off, and while it may be inappropriate, I can’t shake the feeling that I need to understand what’s really going on…”

Yet, as a retainer, she couldn’t simply interrogate her lord.

Thus, while holding on to the confounding thoughts that lacked immediate answers, Eliza decided to focus on the situation at hand.

Meanwhile, the Demon King surveyed the surroundings and spoke in her characteristic calm voice.

“From what I can see, it’s starting to make sense what kind of situation this is.”

“Yes, I feel the same.”

With that, the Hero revealed the identities of the assassins hiding their faces behind masks, making it clear they were elves.

Seeing this made Octavia’s face harden in shock.

“H-how could this happen? Why would the Elf Church Country target me?”

The realization that her fellow elves, not humans or others, were trying to kill her was a significant shock for Octavia.

As she processed this, Eliza, maintaining her stern expression, pointed out the face of the fallen leader among those on the floor—

Antonius.

“That’s… something we can ask these guys from now on.”

*

“Just kill me already!”

In the depths of the Underground Prison, the elf Antonius was bound.

Seeing him, Octavia asked with a rigid expression.

“Please tell me, Antonius, why… why are you doing this? You’ve always been my father’s loyal retainer, protecting me! Why would you…?”

“I have nothing to say to you! Traitorous scum aligned with the Demon Race! Just kill me!”

“N-no! I… I only wanted to protect the World Tree…”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses! You filthy traitor who sold out your country!”

Octavia still couldn’t believe this situation where a once-close friend had come to kill her.

On the other hand, Antonius spat out insults without providing any further answers.

And as I observed this, Eliza and I frowned slightly, realizing that the situation was far from straightforward.

“I thought that confronting Octavia might yield some results, but it seems that won’t be easy either.”

“The torturer has certainly done his best, but it seems there hasn’t been any progress. Moreover, the scumbag and his subordinates cast magic on themselves before coming here. If they attempted to transform into Dark Elves, their hearts would instantly burst and kill them.”

Despite enduring brutal torture, the assassins still refused to divulge their backers or the true purpose behind their actions.

Even now, all that spilled from their mouths was, “Just kill me,” leaving Eliza and me feeling frustrated.

Ultimately, as we watched Octavia fail, Eliza and I decided to walk out of the prison.

“I’ve got a solid suspicion about what’s going on, but there are still too many unanswered questions.”

“I agree. I understand that they harbor a particularly strong hatred toward the Demon Race, which led them to try assassinating Octavia to disrupt the negotiations. But…”

However, it seemed there were far too many inconsistencies to dismiss it as mere hatred for the Demon Race.

In these troubled times for the Elf Church Country, the loss incurred by acting on emotional impulses would be too great.

The mere fact that Antonius, one of the strongest warriors of the Elf Church Country, was involved made me deeply uneasy.

“Given the extent of the torture he’s enduring while keeping quiet, it’s evident there’s something going on… but there’s no way to uncover it.”

Unlike me, who would have spilled all the beans under torture, the elven assassins remained completely stoic.

As I felt a bit nauseated by their excruciating resistance, my curiosity about what secret they were trying to hide grew.

“Ha… It seems like there’s no choice but to resort to that means?”

“Excuse me?”

Eliza wore an expression that suggested she was about to suggest something truly unpleasant.

It was an unusual demeanor for her, who generally enjoyed the act of torture, making me instinctively think she was preparing to propose something horrific.

“What… what are you planning to do?”

I asked, driven by an anxious curiosity that suddenly bubbled up.

In response, Eliza flashed an awkward smile as she answered my question.

That was just…

*

“Ugh…”

Antonius remained silent despite the unending ruthless torture.

Having prepared himself for death before arriving here, he endured the horrific pain without opening his mouth.

‘Everything is for the world… for my lord’s world… I will never yield.’

With this thought, Antonius steeled his resolve once more, bracing himself for the tortures to come.

But then…

“…What the heck are you?”

A demon girl appeared before Antonius.

Unlike the merciless torturer he was so tired of facing, the presence of this girl sparked a flicker of hope within him.

“Have you finally given up? Just kill me. There’s nothing that will change by dragging this out.”

“…”

Antonius’s words were completely resolute.

In response, the demon girl silently began to gather her magic into one hand.

This magic was unlike any he had sensed before, radiating a light pink hue.

He didn’t know exactly what it was, but Antonius began to smile inwardly at the thought that perhaps this girl was here to give him a swift end.

‘Then… I’ll return to your embrace… my lord. O shining avatar who will save the world, please reclaim this ignorant world as your own…’

So Antonius prayed one last time to ‘her’ as he awaited his end.

And then,

*Smack!*

“Cough!”

The demon girl thrust the gathered pink magic directly into his abdomen.

But then…

“What!? What… what is this?”

In the next moment, Antonius was engulfed in profound confusion at the unexpected sensation.

Shortly after, he realized that his body was starting to warp in a way he had never experienced before.

‘No way… is this the transformation into a Dark Elf? Ah… no, it can’t be! My protective magic should have activated. But… but what is this feeling?’

A horrific pain coursed through his body.

It felt as if his flesh was being consumed alive, and the anguish was unlike anything he had experienced during torture, sending him spiraling into a realm of unfathomable dread.

And amid the bizarre pain, Antonius began to grasp one glaring fact that left his expression frozen.

‘! What… what is happening? What… is this? Am I… disappearing? Is it… being erased? No… it can’t be…!!’

The sensation of something invaluable being obliterated gripped him in a wave of profound loss and emptiness, causing him to writhe in agony.

Then, when he realized that this transformation had come to an end…

Antonius finally understood what had been done to him.

How his body had been altered.

“Ah… ahhh…”

In the midst of disgusting sensations, Antonius’s voice had become rigid.

However, at this moment, his voice no longer resembled what it used to be.

Once a deep, masculine voice,

now, in this instant, his voice—no, the very essence of who he was—could no longer be called male.

He had become a woman.

“Y-you… what… what is this…?”

“Quite the pretty lady you’ve turned into, huh? Honestly, I didn’t expect you to be this cute.”

“T-this… how could you do this…”

The unbearable sense of discomfort from his transformed body made Antonius tremble internally, as he looked up at the demon girl who had committed this horrifying act.

And as he did,

the demon girl gazed down at Antonius with a genuinely rotten smile.

“From now on, your name will be Cleopatra.”

“!”

With those words, the demon girl lightly clapped her hands.

Immediately following that, Antonius witnessed the figures of her subordinates, also subjected to torture…

To be precise, he saw the two male subordinates who were clearly still under the girl’s shadow.