Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

Levia gazed back at Asmodeus for several moments before her aura became calm. She narrowed her eyes and turned to face her opponent with a relaxed mind. Lord Gran wore a disgusting smile on his lips while holding his weapon.

"Since this little lady desires to fight, I shall humour her." Lord Gran's attitude and mockery were blatant to the point where she felt nauseous. Yet, Baberu Fenrir distanced himself more and more while he did.

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Levia didn't mind the male gaze or his narrow thoughts. However, he insulted her master! The man who gave her a second chance and allowed her to become his sword and shield.

She took a slow breath, holding her heavy kite shield, adjusting the grip while her eyes shimmered with a silver light. 'I will crush him.'

"Do not humiliate the honour of the Fenrir clan, Gran."

Despite their initial solidarity after the initial clash. Baberu started making the distance between himself and the knight with an unpleasant smirk on his lips. Meanwhile, he observed Yuina with a foul in the distance.

"There is no chance of that, my prince. This beautiful lady knight. How about we make a wager?" Gran's voice was filled with mockery while he sneered at her.

"Although a beauty, it is likely she shares a bed with her master. Look at those wistful eyes and her outfit."

"Another slut, Lord Gran will teach her!"

"So what do you say, Lady Levia?" Bolstered by the support of his fellow warriors, Gran recovered from the previous shame and became more confident.

Leviathan fluttered her eyes while lifting the corner of her lips with an amused smirk. She took the black spear of Fredrika with a long black handle. Then Levia stepped several metres away from Lord Gran and took a simple stance.

"A bet sounds fine—if you lose, then I will take your life."

"Then, should I win, kneel before me and accept me as your new master."

At this moment, Baberu realised he had messed up. The black aura flowing from Levia's body erupted, causing the air to become heavy, and even his breathing became difficult.

'After all, I should have stopped this fool!'

Nevertheless, they couldn't turn back. Levia's silver eyes became pitch black, with her pupils glowing silver, like the moon.

Lord Gran used a heavy sword, a similar weapon to a bastard sword but far heavier. He grasped the handle with both hands, the sound of leather squeaking. The weapon's pommel carried Gran's family crest a sign of his pride in both the weapon and himself.

"Since you are but a woman, I will allow you the first move. Do try your best. Lady Levia."

"Fufufu... I see—then let me accept your offer. Hah!"

Levia's body vanished—like a crack of lightning, she transformed into a shadow.

Black smoke formed where she stood. The next moment, her figure appeared with the howl of her spear piercing through the air.

"Gyaaa?!" Lord Gran's scream echoed through the village.

Then his bloody ear flew through the ear, and a deep gash appeared on his face, almost tearing his mouth apart.

Lord Gran's eyes looked at Leviathan in terror, his hand trembling while holding the bloody stump where his fluffy ear used to be. A feeling of regret was visible on his face as it scrunched together before Gran pointed his sword at her face.

"Y-You bitch, I will tear you limb from limb!"

"Hah! You insect, how dare you insult my master and now complain!" Levia snorted before she lunged once more, the black steel slicing gracefully through the air.

Her movement became faster when compared to her last attack. After all, it was her version of playing nice. Despite his ugliness, Lord Gran was a warrior and became serious from the second attack. His sword collided with Levia's spear, creating sparks of silver light.

However, to Levia's surprise, Lord Gran's sword was a magic item. The moment their weapons collided, a wave of purple lightning flowed along the metal.

'Interesting, so this is a magic weapon? But...'

Levia didn't flinch and instead increased the force behind her strike. Behind her back, the feathered wings that formed a pseudo cape fluttered, boosting her speed. Levia flew like the wind, and her spear slid past his guard and pierced his shoulder while Gran's blade cut her cheek slightly.

"Tsk!"

"Urk..."

The blow caused Lord Gran to growl, his left hand grasping the shaft of her spear while he used the heavy sword like a club to smash her ribs.

"Kukuku..."

Levia's laughter was cold and devoid of any mercy, and she didn't falter. Levia's spear embedded itself in his flesh, but her armour shielded her body from most of the damage. However, the impact was intense. Her wings fluttered to lessen the damage while her boots scraped against the earth.

"Urgh... Y-You bitch!"

Lord Gran yelled out and pulled back his sword to strike once again, the magic weapon in his hands glowing purple and releasing small amounts of lightning.

However, Levia's lips curled into a wicked smile like a monster.

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Her body, like an arrow, darted forward, with her knee smashing into his face, her hands pulling his head to increase the damage. Levia's eyes narrowed in delight at the crunch of his bones breaking. Then, tearing her spear from his shoulder, she pierced his chest and kicked off his chest with a flip. The force sent Gran across the field like a broken rag doll.

"Ack... Gack... You bitch..."

Levia's eyes became colder, and her voice was indifferent. "Bitch? That is the best you can say? The only man who can make me a bitch is Master!"

Levia's words caused a stir from the Fenrir clan members. Even Baberu was shocked. Levia's wings fluttered once more as she darted toward him.

Gran panicked while he tried lifting his sword to defend against the barrage of attacks from the silver-haired demoness. Her fists were violent and accurate, smashing into his face.

The spear in her hand moved with elegance, cutting away at his armour and flesh like a surgeon's scalpel. Immediately, before she smashed his face with her kite shield, shattering his teeth.

"Fuck! I am a superior male. How can I lose?!"

Lord Gran, despite his strength, couldn't keep up with the flurry of combination attacks from Levia. His movements were clumsy, and his attacks were full of openings due to the wounds. In desperation, he lifted his sword above his head, and it began to glow.

"I will kill you, you whore!" Lord Gran yelled out. The sword in his hands glowed with a purple hue that enveloped his body and the area surrounding him as he swung down. A wave of lightning appeared from the sword and struck Levia's shield.

A brutal purple flash of lightning erupted, sending a wave of dust across the village square. When the dust settled, Levia's figure was visible through the smoke, with her shield blocking the attack. Her silver eyes shimmered as the smoke covered her face. She looked a little burned due to the dark mist enveloping her body.

"Hahaha! See, you, dumb bitch—this is what you get. This sword forged by my ancestors killed a dragon!"

However, Levia's body only slightly jittered and didn't answer.

"Since you lost to my overwhelming power, how about you kneel now?" Lord Gran's broken smile became hideous, deformed from the damaged bones and loss of teeth.

"Ah~ ahahahaha! You fell for it!" A lovely cackle, the silver eyes of a witch, Levia's arms spread apart with her pristine, porcelain face on display. "Sorry, you were weaker than I expected. I'll end it now, Master." Her gaze lingered on Asmodeus, who watched her with a warm smile, causing Levia's chest to pound in twisted delight.

Black energy began to form at the tip of her spear while Levia's head tilted to the side. Her magic caused the surroundings to quake, adding a chill to the atmosphere.

"W-Wait.... we can talk this out... Lady Levia!"

Levia's body lowered like an Olympic sprinter.

She took her form, with her muscles tight and buttocks high, before she dashed forward, a black aura swirling around the tip of her spear. Like a shadow, she was before Lord Gran—her wings spread to increase the dread.

"Die!"

The spear pierced his chest and out his back, the black energy surrounding his body and flowing into his veins. The magic weapon, which was his pride, fell from his hand. All in the blink of an eye, before his body suddenly began swelling and exploded. Lord Gran's blood rained down over the area, painting the village square red.

A disgusting stench spread across the place.

Levia didn't mind, nor did the others, but the way Lord Gran's body exploded shocked them.

"Y-You... what have you done?!" Baberu Fenrir trembled, his hand reaching out to the mass of flesh that was once called Gran.

"I said I would kill him from the start." Levia didn't show any respect to the prince and instead flicked the mess from her spear and rushed towards Asmodeus like an excited puppy.

"I won, Master!"

"Well done, Levia. You did well."

Asmodeus smiled and affectionately touched Levia's head, running his fingers through her soft black hair. At the same time, Yuina and Yumiko both made similar pouting expressions.

"M-Master, I want a reward!"

Levia's silver eyes shimmered brightly as her cheeks reddened as her pupils dilated, like didn't care about anything else. Ignoring the surroundings and just felt blissful that Asmodeus didn't hate her and gave her a chance.