Chapter 29
“That demon is probably waiting for Eden. He might even be hoping for her to come soon.”
“Then why doesn’t he just show up instead of hiding like this? So annoying.”
“Well. Maybe he thinks Eden’s not ripe enough yet. Eden has such a positive personality. Even after going through all that, she’s still so spirited…. He probably thinks she needs to be worn down a little more.”
Even being a demon himself, Bezel couldn’t know Marbas’s mind as precisely as if he’d opened it up and looked inside.
The reason Marbas hadn’t come looking for Eden first could be what Bezel said, hoping her resentment would ripen more. Or maybe he was too busy indulging in wicked deeds in the human realm and didn’t feel like going back yet. Or maybe he had plenty of other backup plans besides Eden, so he didn’t need to worry about her.
What mattered was that either way, Marbas would never meet Eden again.
Thanks to him personally bestowing the curse, Bezel was grateful to have gained a human full of negative emotions without lifting a finger.
This woman would become the key to open the gate for Bezel, not Marbas, to return to Hell. To do that, he first needed to completely break this woman’s strong spirit.
“Eden, I’ll do well.”
“…All of a sudden? Do what?”
Bezel grinned and nibbled on the woman’s finger that was touching his lips. Maybe because she was drunk and her senses were slow to reach her brain. Eden, who had been staring at him blankly, finally seemed to realize where her hand was and jerked it away in shock.
“Aaaah! What are you doing right now!”
Eden frantically rubbed the finger his tongue had touched against her clothes. Then, seeing the skin around her finger turn white again, she visibly flinched.
“Just from this much contact… Your ability really is amazing.”
It was endearing, how she couldn’t hide her thoughts at all and showed everything through her actions. Demons liked this kind of honest human. The less they had to hide, the easier they were to deceive.
‘Of course. I may look like this, but I’m a well-known demon in Hell, you know.’
Bezel hid his wicked heart behind his flashy appearance and shyly lowered his eyes.
“I mean I’ll do well at everything from now on. I’ll diligently prepare breakfast, eat up more of your curse, and keep following you to work.”
So Eden, trust me completely. So that someday when you learn my true identity, you’ll writhe in betrayal. So that you’ll hate me even more than you resent Marbas.
***
She didn’t know how she had ended up drinking to this extent. Eden staggered, barely managing to walk with Bezel’s support.
“Ugh… I feel sick.”
“That’s why you should have drunk in moderation.”
Bezel patted her back, pretending to be affectionate.
And whose fault is it that I drank this much? Eden glared at Bezel with narrowed eyes. Of course, that was only in her mind. In reality, she just looked at him with bleary eyes.
“Why do you have to be good-looking and good at drinking too? Making me feel competitive for no reason.”
Eden mumbled and complained. Bezel, who had somehow understood her words despite her slurred speech, laughed awkwardly.
“I didn’t tell you to drink. I don’t think you need to be competitive about something like this.”
“You really do manage to say everything you want to say while smiling.”
“By the way, I’m surprised you know the word ‘competitive spirit’…”
“What’s that supposed to mean! What exactly do you take me for!”
Eden, who had flared up and shouted for a moment, quickly shut her mouth at the throbbing in her head. Ugh, this is killing her. This wasn’t the time to be doing this on the street. She needed to hurry home and lie down on her bed to rest.
“Let’s just hurry home, quickly.”
“I’d like to do that too, but with the way you’re walking, there are limits.”
Bezel gestured at Eden’s legs that had gone completely limp and were wobbling. Tonight alone they had emptied over forty beer glasses together. While it was one thing for him, it was impressive that this woman’s small body could hold all that alcohol without her stomach bursting.
‘Well, she can drink.’
He’d noticed from the moment she looked at him with wary eyes for some reason. Eden had a strange competitive streak.
As a demon of gluttony, Bezel might have foods he wouldn’t eat based on preference, but there was nothing he couldn’t eat. He never made a fool of himself by getting drunk or sick.
Eden had issued a challenge to Bezel and collapsed at exactly the moment she emptied her twenty-fifth glass.
If Bezel hadn’t quickly reached out to catch her just before she fell backward off her chair, she might have died from a concussion before he could properly do anything to her.
Then again, she was such a sturdy woman that she probably would have been fine… Still, humans have that one-in-ten-thousand chance.
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