Eriri's home.
"How is it? Do you see anything wrong?"
Eriri hugged her arms, her gaze constantly sweeping across her room.
If she didn't have limited savings, she would have moved out long ago.
Now, every time she returned home, her heart pounded with fear.
Linde replied: "Hmm, there is indeed a low-level Cursed Spirit that is about to break through."
"Where, where is it?"
"Do you want to see it?"
"Can you do that?"
"Since the client requested it, of course."
Linde lightly snapped his fingers, and a wisp of magic flashed across Eriri's eyes.
Instantly!
A disheveled, tattered female Cursed Spirit already came into view.
"Ah ah ah ah..."
Immediately, Eriri's piercing wail echoed throughout the room.
"You can see me?"
"You really can see me?"
The Cursed Spirit shrieked excitedly.
A foul stench assaulted Eriri, making her voice abruptly stop, and her entire body began to tremble.
"No need to be so afraid."
"Don't I have me?"
Linde waved his hand.
A surge of magic unleashed.
Boom!
The Cursed Spirit's body exploded, turning into specks of light and disappearing.
Eriri was dumbfounded and trembled: "This... it's solved just like that?"
"Of course, we are professional."
Linde nodded: "Everything is resolved now."
"Please settle the bill; that will be one billion."
Eriri's pupils contracted: "That much money? Are you joking?"
"It's written in black and white on the contract; you're not trying to renege, are you?"
Linde took out the contract and placed it in front of Eriri.
"President's Intervention: **"
Looking at the words on the contract, Eriri's eyes widened.
Although her father was a diplomat and their family was indeed quite wealthy.
But such a huge sum of money, what kind of joke was this?
At this moment.
She deeply understood.
What could be more terrifying than encountering a ghost?
It was being alive, but having no money.
Eriri forced a smile, timidly saying: "Um... I don't have that much money... Can we negotiate?"
"No, that's my price."
Linde shook his head, refusing, and said: "If you really don't have money, then give me yourself as compensation."
Huh?
Huh huh huh huh?
Eriri's twin-tails trembled, her pupils visibly shaking.
Could it be... could it be that this president also moonlights as a human trafficker?
Or perhaps, he intended to dismember her and use her organs to pay off the debt?
Eriri's eyes welled up, large tears constantly rolling down her cheeks.
Her thigh muscles also began to tremble uncontrollably, the dripping sound falling onto the floor.
She wanted to turn and run away.
But this was her home.
And the methods the other party had just displayed were too terrifying.
Everything was over.
Her life... was ruined.
"..."
Miyano Akemi: "..."
"This woman… she peed herself from fright."
Linde and Miyano Akemi exchanged glances, both seeing surprise in the other's eyes.
What on earth had this woman's mind conjured up?
"Don't worry, Eriri, we won't sell you."
Linde said helplessly, "I can guarantee your safety."
Eriri was stunned and looked at Linde.
He didn't seem to be lying.
That's right, with his abilities, he wouldn't need to resort to such methods to make money.
"Hoo!"
She took a deep breath and whispered, "You really won't sell me, or my organs?"
"Of course."
Linde nodded.
Eriri immediately relaxed, but she relaxed too soon.
"After all, I'm a Mr. Demon, wouldn't it be a waste to exchange you for money?"
Wh-what?
Eriri's body, which had just relaxed, stiffened again.
If someone had told her before this that they were a Mr. Demon, she would have absolutely thought they were joking.
But today, her worldview had been completely overturned.
Even Cursed Spirits were real.
It seemed that the existence of a Mr. Demon in this world was the truly logical thing.
Eriri's body trembled.
The puddle on the floor grew larger.
It's over.
The other party is a Mr. Demon.
I'm afraid… he'll eat me, won't he?
I'm still young, I really don't want to die.
"Don't worry, we won't harm your life."
Miyano Akemi covered her forehead and quickly tried to comfort her.
If this continued,
the other party would probably really faint.
But the current Eriri was completely unable to listen.
Her brain had completely crashed.
"If you keep this up, I'll throw you out onto the street."
Thrown onto the street, like this?
Eriri looked down and immediately flushed.
She had been so consumed by fear that she completely forgot her current state.
No.
If she were thrown out, it would be social suicide.
Eriri held back her tears, enduring the fear in her heart.
Then, with a practiced slide, she performed a standard dogeza.
"Mr. Demon, please, please don't do that."
"Why didn't you do that sooner?"
Linde shook his head helplessly, extended his index finger, and a wisp of golden blood seeped out: "Come, take off your outer clothing."
Eriri twitched her lips, her face crumpled in distress as she said, "Mr. Demon, you… are you going to…"
"I'm going to leave an imprint."
Linde explained, "To Reincarnation Ritual you into a Mr. Demon, to become my Retainer/Subordinate and serve me for life."
"???"
Eriri's face was full of question marks.
What's going on?
Can humans also become a Mr. Demon?
"What, you're unwilling?"
"Willing… I'm willing."
Eriri nodded obediently again and again.
In this situation, she had no choice at all.
And it seemed like it wasn't a loss either.
Compared to being sold, this outcome was already very good.
Most importantly,
now that she knew about the existence of Cursed Spirits,
this world was simply too dangerous for ordinary people.
It would be better to become a Mr. Demon, at least possessing the power to protect herself.
And… serve?
Her face flushed, and she secretly glanced at Linde.
It seemed, she could accept that too.
This Mr. Demon, he was truly too handsome.
Having mentally prepared herself, Eriri's gaze became resolute.
From now on,
she, Eriri, was going to become a Mr. Demon.