In the sky above Hamel Town, Pest was running away at high speed.
"Damn it! Who exactly is that guy?! "
Unconcealable dissatisfaction and anger could be seen on her delicate face.
Suddenly, her eyes widened.
Eight-cloud Ink had appeared in the crack in front of her.
Pest raised her hands. Black wind shot out from her sleeves toward Eight-cloud Ink. Then, without even looking at the result, she started running in another direction.
She did not need to look to know that it was useless.
In the past few minutes, the battle between the two had been like this.
All of Pest's attacks would always be blocked. When Eight Cloud Ink smashed her oil-paper umbrella, 'Ninth Heavens', onto Pest's shoulder, the feeling of all the bones in her body being broken made the demon king girl decide to never face the monster before her head on.
However, her idea of constantly moving the battlefield to widen the distance between them was also ruined.
Every single time, Eight-cloud Ink would appear in front of Pest's path. It was just like what happened just now.
When the demon girl wearing a patterned skirt saw Eight-cloud Ink blocking her path again, she helplessly stopped.
"Oh? You're not running anymore? "
"... Damn it."
Pest clenched her fists tightly within her sleeves. She raised her arms high once again.
The black wind soared into the sky.
The black wind that pierced through the sea of clouds instantly scattered the clouds. Then, it spread out in the sky and poured down toward Hamel Town.
The air started to rot. The birds in the sky fell to the ground. The rats on the ground died the moment they came into contact with the black wind.
"This is a wind that will bring death to anyone who touches it!"
Pest stared at Eight-cloud Ink angrily.
"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell! All of you, die! "
Eight-cloud Ink was shocked. Naturally, the black wind would not cause him any harm. However, if the people in Hamel Town came into contact with it, they would definitely die.
Sixteen Nights was immune to this ability. However, others were not.
After quickly making his decision, Eight-cloud Ink extended his right hand. His fingertips streaked across the air, leaving behind streaks of white light.
Countless lilies broke out from the ground in all the streets and alleys of Hamel Town and bloomed rapidly.
Starlight, which looked like fireflies, shrouded the entire town of Hamel.
After the black wind came into contact with the starlight, it began to cancel each other out.
"… You want to kill everyone because of a disagreement."
Eight-cloud Ink sighed.
"It's not good for a child's worldview to be crooked. They need to be educated."
"Bastard!"
Right after Pest cursed out angrily, Eight-cloud Ink suddenly appeared before her.
“！！”
Her beautiful eyes widened, and before she could react, Eight-cloud Ink reached out and placed her hand on the top of her head.
Caress, caress.
"You're so cute. Wouldn't it be better to be a well-behaved child? Why did you have to become the Demon King who seeks revenge on the sun?"
[This … What is this feeling?]
Perceiving the warmth coming from above her head, Pest's heart instantly stopped beating.
"Be good, how about admitting defeat? This boring game shouldn't continue. "
A boring game?
That moment of warmth was quickly dispelled, replaced by unbearable anger.
Pest's little face turned pale due to the atmosphere. She faced Eight-cloud Ink and suddenly pounced forward.
Under Eight-cloud Ink's astonished gaze, the Demon King girl pounced on him. Then, the hands hidden in her sleeves brought with them the black wind of death. They were like sharp claws as they pierced toward his throat.
"A boring game?! You said that this is a boring game?! What do you know?! "
"Is revenge formed by the grief and hatred of eighty million dead people a boring game in your eyes?!"
"Pa!"
Eight-cloud Ink reached out with both hands and grabbed Pest's wrists.
The grief and … hatred of eighty million dead people?
Eight-cloud Ink carefully looked at the girl before him.
"You … You don't represent the Black Death itself. Instead, you represent the eighty million innocent people who died because of the Black Death?"
Pest tightly pursed her lips and did not say a word.
[So that's the case … No wonder. I was wondering why this little girl would be so obsessed with seeking revenge against White Yaksha. So it turns out that she's not worried about the Black Death. Instead, she's worried about the resentment of the tens of millions of people who died because of the Black Death.]
If that was the case, everything made sense.
Eight-cloud Ink sighed and his expression became gentler.
"Alright, I apologize for my slip of the tongue just now."
Pest opened her eyes wide. It seemed like she did not believe that the powerful monster before her would apologize.
"Apologize? You're actually apologizing? "
"Is there something wrong with that? Isn't it normal to apologize for one's past mistakes? "
Pest stared at Eight-cloud Ink and gnashed her teeth. She tried her best to dispel the strange feeling in her heart.
"Even if you apologize, it's useless! If you insist on obstructing me, then we can only continue fighting! "
"What a stubborn spotted loli."
"You!!!"
Pest's face flushed red in anger. She once again began fighting against Eight-cloud Ink in midair.
Faced with Pest's storm-like attacks, Eight-cloud Ink was flexible enough to receive all of them. At the same time, he said, "I say, your position of seeking revenge against White Yaksha is untenable."
"What did you say?!!!"
Pest's attacks became even more ferocious.
"It is undeniable that the era of the Black Death's outbreak was precisely the period when the sun's activity was at its lowest. In other words, it was the Little Ice Age. However, that does not mean that the outbreak and spread of the Black Death's outbreak could be blamed on the sun."
"The outbreak and spread of plagues is something that is caused by the combination of various factors."
While fighting, Eight-cloud Ink said to Pest.
"The Black Death's outbreak began in the middle of the fourteenth century. Starting from the thirteenth century, the Mongol Empire began a series of expeditions to the west."
"Generally, large scale wars would bring about enormous casualties along with plagues. In 1346, when the Mongol army attacked the northern region of the Black Sea, they used the method of throwing infected corpses into the enemy's cities. Do you understand what I'm saying now?"
"In that era, regardless of whether it was Europe, Central Asia or East Asia, large scale plagues broke out in all of them. All of those places were the places where wars had broken out."
"A large number of corpses from those who died in battle were not disposed of in time. Furthermore, the society's productivity was insufficient and the medical and sanitation system was not as developed as it was later on. Due to the combined effects, a large scale plague broke out."
"Thus..."
Eight-cloud Ink extended its hands and grabbed Pest's shoulders.
"It's wrong for you to take the sun, that is, White Yaksha, as your target for revenge!"
"I'm not listening! I'm not listening!! Shut up, shut up, shut up, ahhhhh!!!! "
Pest was like a little girl throwing a tantrum as she frantically shook her head. She wanted to attack with all her might. However, she was unable to break free from Eight-cloud Ink's hands.
Eighth Cloud Ink felt helpless. Then, he grabbed Pest's body and flipped her over, placing her before him.
"Pa — —!!!"
Pest was stunned. Sixteen Nights Black Rabbit and the others who had just rushed over were all stunned.
"You, you … you bastard!!!!!"
With tearful eyes, Pest looked at her little butt that was spanked. Her face turned red and she started crying loudly.
"Be obedient! Don't be unreasonable! "
"Bastard!"
"Pa!"
"Bastard!"
"Pa pa pa!!!"
"Soul!"
"Pa pa pa pa pa pa!!!!!"
"Wu wu wa —!!!!!"
Finally, Pest's loud cries resounded throughout the town of Hamel.
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