I will be a demon in this life!-Chapter 231

The impact of the axe hitting the ground caused the entire rocky terrain to explode with deep cracks within a radius of hundreds of meters, but despite the destructive impact, Moraf had narrowly dodged the attack and jumped toward the cyclops, wielding his sword.

Cut!

Blood!

A bloody wound appeared on the cyclops’ neck, who staggered and then swung his battle axe at Moraf.

Bang!

One of the sub-commanders used his shield reinforced with demonic energy to block the attack, which sent him reeling back as his feet sank into the rocky ground. At the same time, another sub-commander grabbed the wounded Moraf, and they moved away from the demonic cyclops as quickly as they could, while the third commander fired powerful demonic arrows from his crossbow just to distract the cyclops.

Mart had already ordered the deputy commanders not to kill any of Moraf’s chosen targets. Their mission was only to protect Moraf from unforeseen enemies and, in extreme cases, to prevent him from dying.

...

Sitting in a chair with Emy on his lap, Mart held a small grimoire that she had given him.

The room contained bookshelves, a white ceiling with hanging lamps, a brown floor with white patterns, and ivory-colored walls. They were inside what would be the beginning of the library Mart had promised Emy.

"It’s just the basis of demonic formation, to complement the demonic barrier spells you want. Selenia’s books helped, but we need a comprehensive grimoire specializing only in high-level demonic barrier spells."

Mart nodded as he listened to Emy’s words, her tone almost somber and her gaze calm. He caressed her cheek.

"I appreciate all your help. I’ll get the book we need and many more."

She nodded and took the initiative to kiss Mart.

"I’ll come see you tonight."

She nodded.

They both stood up, and after saying goodbye to her, Mart left the library.

As he walked around the marquisate under a blue sky, he read the grimoire on demonic barrier magic.

With her sapiens lineage active, Emy not only remembered the contents of the books she read, she also had the ability to apply her knowledge and perfect demonic spells at will. For this reason, Mart assigned her the task of creating a demonic barrier composed of a variant of spells that would make it a fortress difficult to overcome.

"In the capital or in Zazel City, only in those places will I find suitable grimoires. I must ask Selenia’s father to do his best to get me the grimoire or grimoires available as soon as possible," Mart concluded in his mind as he continued to observe the demonic diagrams written in the grimoire.

...

Moraf awoke.

"Remember, demons must be the pinnacle of fearsome beings, whether through strength, intellect, or cunning. A demon must never give up until it stops breathing. Only then will demons regain what they have lost."

Moraf had dreamed of the words Mart had advised him in the past.

At that moment, Moraf stood up. It was nighttime in the Marrac Mountains, and they were inside a rocky cave.

The deputy commanders looked at Moraf.

"Don’t worry, I’ll keep hunting other monsters before going back to chase that cyclops," said Moraf, who, despite feeling that he had made significant progress in that fight, also understood that the corroded cyclops was beyond his reach.

The deputy commanders nodded as they gathered around a campfire where they were cooking some demonic salamanders they had found near a stream.

Moraf approached the cave entrance and looked outside, where there were trees, bushes, and a nearby stream.

Moraf wielded his sword and began to swing it without using his demonic energy, just physical training to solidify the foundations of his exercises based on his experiences.

As the minutes and then hours passed, each time Moraf swung his sword, its edge seemed to become sharper and more powerful.

...

The days passed and Mart kept himself informed about what was happening in human territory.

After some effort and investment, Mart managed to get the grimoire he was looking for. It was offered to him by the lord of Zazel City in exchange for a meeting between the two.

Mart agreed to meet, but the grimoire was sent to his territory in advance.

In the study room.

"You’re very mischievous, aren’t you?"

Mart spoke to little Persec, who was holding a rattle in his small hand that looked worn but emitted a chilling sound. This was because Persec transmitted his cursed energy to the toys he liked. The same thing happened with a small stuffed "demon bear" that now made people uncomfortable when they saw it, even though it looked like a normal stuffed "demon bear."

"Hmm, are you doing this on purpose, or is it because you can’t control your power?" Mart wondered to himself as he rocked his son, who was smiling and shaking the rattle.

In the end, only maids who had reached the second rank were able to take care of Persec Sevec. All maids below that rank had terrible nightmares after listening to the rattle for a long time.

Mart placed Persec Sevec in his stroller after he fell asleep and carried Aris Sevec, who had woken up.

"What’s wrong, my little one? Are you hungry?" Mart spoke warmly to his adorable little daughter. He opened the drawer, took out a demonic bag, and inside was a prepared bottle, and he began to feed the little girl.

Both Raften and Aris were protected by their father’s power, which in turn prevented the sound of their brother’s rattle from causing them any harm.

On the desk was an open report, and one of its lines read:

"The war is about to begin. King Sition of the Presial kingdom tried to negotiate, but it was useless. They were accused of conspiring and making demonic pacts."

Aris continued eating, and Mart concluded at that moment:

"They’re using them as scapegoats. But to what end?"

Mart shook his head when he couldn’t find an answer, walking with his daughter in his arms while she continued to eat.

Soon after, Raften woke up, but even though Raften was crying, little Persec didn’t flinch, just continued sleeping with the rattle and the "demonic bear" stuffed animal by his side.