This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

After Mammon was cast out of the mental realm, Asmodeus hurried toward Amayel’s collapsed soul.

[“Tsk.”]

Even under her protection, was it because he was just a fragile human soul?

His condition was highly unstable.

[“It’s going to take a bit of time to stabilize him.”]

But it wasn’t a problem.

She had just absorbed an overwhelming amount of divine essence—enough to heal Amayel’s soul without any difficulty.

Just as she reached out, gently picking him up to begin the healing process—

Amayel stirred, opening his eyes in a dazed state, looking up at Asmodeus.

[“Don’t open your eyes. Just rest.”]

Asmodeus smiled softly and reassured him, but Amayel didn’t close his eyes.

Struggling to keep them open, he forced himself to look up at the Demon Lord of Lust.

“…Lilia… Goddess?”

At those words, Asmodeus realized something—

She wasn’t in the muscular male form she usually took. She was in her true form.

For some reason, Amayel always seemed to draw strength from that masculine figure.

She was about to carefully shift back into it when Amayel suddenly grabbed onto her collar with surprising force.

His voice, barely a whisper, trembled as though he was on the verge of fading.

He sobbed, his words coming out in a desperate wail.

“Don’t… send me to Hell.”

Asmodeus chuckled.

[“Is that what you want?”]

“…People were… in so much pain. If it wasn’t for me, whole families would’ve killed themselves. They did nothing wrong. They were kind people who tried to give me black bread even when they had nothing. But reality crushed them. They were going to die. I had no choice but to use my power to save them.”

[“I know. I saw it all.”]

“…I’ll take responsibility. I’ll be a martyr… Before my power spirals out of control, I’ll make sure to sacrifice myself. So please… don’t send me to Hell.”

Watching Amayel sobbing like a child, Asmodeus burst into laughter.

How foolish.

He had no idea what truly resided within him, yet he feared Hell this much.

[“Don’t worry. I’m here for you. Amayel. For now, just let go and rest.”]

She gently stroked his head.

His grip on her collar loosened slightly.

But still, he fought to stay awake, stubbornly keeping his eyes open.