The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick

The Second Prince lay on the bed, his expression calm as he listened to Kevla's words.

"Miss Kevla, I don’t quite understand what you mean."

"Are you suggesting that I, a prince of the empire, would collude with demons?"

Kevla stood with one hand on her hip, looking at the Second Prince with a playful smirk.

"Whether or not His Highness has dealings with demons, I can’t say. But you certainly need a bath."

"The demonic stench on you is so strong it’s making me nauseous."

The Second Prince seemed to catch onto something, lowering his head and raising an arm to sniff himself. Since his injury, he had been bedridden, with no chance to bathe for days. Though his wounds had already healed, he hadn’t yet tended to his hygiene.

Even as Kevla confronted him so directly, the Second Prince remained composed, responding nonchalantly:

"Do you demon hunters have some special way of distinguishing demons?"

"I must admit, I’m growing rather curious about your organization."

Kevla wasn’t surprised that the Second Prince had guessed her identity. After all, the ability to detect the scent of demons was unique to demon hunters. Anyone who became a demon hunter developed a heightened sensitivity to demonic auras, which was their primary method of tracking demons.

Kevla didn’t respond, simply staring at him in silence. Under her gaze, the Second Prince spoke again, his tone growing calmer, laced with a hint of arrogant confidence.

"I know you can’t confirm whether or not I’ve truly colluded with demons."

Kevla’s voice carried a trace of disdain as she replied, "And so what? As long as you’re recovering on my territory, I’ll find a way to confirm it."

As the Second Prince suspected, Kevla could only rely on the demonic aura she sensed from him. But she couldn’t be certain. After all, he was a prince of the empire—Owiser Sol.

Without concrete evidence of his dealings with demons, accusing a prince of such a crime would be a grave offense. It would severely damage the empire’s reputation. A prince colluding with demons, regardless of the truth, would invite diplomatic pressure from other nations and erode public trust in the royal family.

Thus, Kevla was at an impasse. She could only use the time while the Second Prince was recovering in the northern frontier to investigate further.

But the Second Prince, of course, had prepared for this. He spoke slowly:

"First of all, you should know that I led my army to the northern frontier precisely to investigate the demon incident."

His meaning was clear: his presence in the northern frontier was publicly known. And now that some time had passed since his injury, he should have mostly recovered. The Delin family had no reason to keep him here any longer. As a prince of the empire, he was bound to return to the capital.

Kevla understood this as well.

At this moment, the Second Prince’s voice sounded again.

"If I’m not mistaken, you must also be searching for the demon that appeared in the far northern ice fields."

"Perhaps we could cooperate."

Kevla frowned slightly, feigning confusion.

"Let me offer you a clue," the Second Prince said. "Viktor."

Kevla narrowed her eyes at his words, her tone questioning. "What do you mean?"

"Don’t tell me you’ve never wondered why demons appeared in the far north right after Viktor arrived there?"

Kevla crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe.

"Go on," she said.

The Second Prince smiled faintly. "I knew you’d be interested."

He picked up a glass of water from the bedside table, taking a sip to moisten his throat. Despite being essentially under house arrest under the guise of recovery, the Delin family’s strong sense of justice ensured he was provided with food and water.

"It’s obvious that Viktor is incredibly strong—so strong it defies logic."

Kevla knew this well. She was familiar with her father’s strength, yet Viktor had defeated him even when caught off guard by a knight’s close-range attack. Though she didn’t know the exact details, her father had spent decades honing his abilities as a Tier 4 mage. Viktor, on the other hand, had only been a Tier 3 mage two months ago.

"Similarly, demons often form contracts with humans, granting them what they desire in exchange for something else."

"For example—power."

As he spoke, the Second Prince clenched his fist. Kevla understood his implication but shook her head lightly.

"I can’t accept your theory. Demonic contracts have their limits. They can’t simply elevate someone like Viktor to the position of councilor."

The Second Prince chuckled, setting down his glass, and dropped a bombshell.

"That’s because you don’t know enough, Miss Kevla."

"Have you heard of the Primordial Demons?"

Kevla froze, listening as the Second Prince’s voice, tinged with mockery, continued:

"Demons are born from human emotions. They craft their contracts based on the desires of those emotions."

"When a gambler loses everything and falls into insurmountable debt."

"When a husband watches his wife violated before his eyes, consumed by impotent rage."

"When someone gazes upon mediocrity with arrogant disdain."

"Because of this, demons can perfectly understand what a person truly desires through their emotions."

Each of the Second Prince’s words seemed to conjure vivid images before Kevla’s eyes. A gambler, broken and destitute, wandering the night in despair. A man, helpless as his family is destroyed before him, consumed by fury. A figure, standing atop a grand tower, looking down on the ordinary masses with disdainful pride.

These scenes seemed to weave themselves into Kevla’s mind, making her increasingly uncomfortable. She forced herself to focus on the Second Prince, her cold gaze attempting to steer the conversation away from these unsettling thoughts.

"And what does this have to do with what you’re saying?"

The Second Prince smiled faintly, finally getting to the point.

"From these emotions arise the purest of demons—the Seven Primordial Demons."

"They feed on human emotions, growing stronger with each passing moment. As long as emotions persist, they will only continue to grow."

Kevla listened, her confusion growing.

The Second Prince continued, "Have you ever wondered why Viktor has become so powerful?"

"Are you suggesting Viktor has dealings with a Primordial Demon?" Kevla asked sharply.

The Second Prince merely shrugged. "That’s your conclusion, Miss Kevla. Though I admit, I did guide you toward it."

Kevla narrowed her eyes, her tone now carrying a dangerous edge.

"And what do you gain from targeting Viktor like this?"

"Nothing," the Second Prince replied, his smile fading as his expression turned serious.

"The Kravina family is at the peak of their power. Everyone wants to ally with them. Everyone wants Viktor’s support."

"If someone gains Viktor’s favor—or that of the Kravina family—the throne would be within their grasp."

He paused, his eyes glinting with cunning. "But Father won’t allow Viktor to support either of us princes, which is why he made Viktor Aurelianne’s teacher."

The Second Prince leaned back slightly, his tone calm yet persuasive.

"Though our reasons differ, we share the same goal."

"We both want to find that demon."

"So why not work together?"

His voice, tinged with a hint of allure, echoed softly in Kevla’s ears.

"Or is it because it’s Viktor? You can’t bring yourself to act?"

Kevla let out a cold snort, her gaze icy as she glanced at the Second Prince.

"You don’t need to provoke me. I despise demons more than anyone."

"But—"

*Swish! Swish!*

Two silver daggers sliced through the air, embedding themselves into the bed beside the Second Prince.

Lying on the bed, the Second Prince felt the sharp wind pass by, yet he didn’t move an inch.

One of Kevla’s eyes burned with a crimson flame, as if ready to devour the Second Prince whole.

"You’re just as filthy," she said coldly.

With that, Kevla turned to leave, her voice lingering in the room.

"In a few days, your injuries will be fully 'healed.'"

"I’ll personally escort you back to the capital in one piece."

As the sound of her footsteps faded, Kevla’s presence disappeared entirely. Only then did the Second Prince’s tense body relax.@@novelbin@@

Cold sweat broke out across his skin as he clenched his fists, trembling uncontrollably.

It was the fear of narrowly escaping death.

That aura—there was no doubt about it.

A Tier 4 demon hunter.

At some point, Kevla had advanced.

The Second Prince realized he was no match for Kevla in his current state. He hadn’t expected to fall into the hands of a demon hunter. Even Kevla’s identity had been revealed to him by the greed demon residing within him.

Fortunately, Kevla’s curiosity about Viktor outweighed her suspicion of him.

After a long while, the Second Prince finally calmed down. Taking a deep breath, he steadied his racing heart, his gaze regaining its clarity.

"Now then, let’s see how this all unfolds."

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