Chapter 114: 113 "Do you want to give it a try?

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Chapter 114 of "Why must the devil be Defeated?" begins revealing surprises: Chapter 114: 113 “Do you want to give it a try? “Ugh... Ah...” Several minutes later, Magre... Read on to find out!

Chapter 114: 113 “Do you want to give it a try? “Ugh... Ah...” Several minutes later, Magre had stopped suffering violence but lay on the ground, unable to rise, breathing his last. Not only was his face swollen and bruised, but he also held his head, trembling all over. “Stop hitting me... stop hitting me... wuu wuu...” Apparently not realizing Shane had already stopped, Magre kept muttering these words, resembling a pitiful child who had been abused. “Is it a bit too much?” Watching this scene, Shane seemed to have some feelings of compassion. ... Yet, Shane, who said this, failed to notice the pleased expression on his face, one that was even somewhat refreshing. In such a circumstance, Shane crouched down and patted Magre. “Eek!” Magre immediately emitted an extremely disgraceful wail, shaking even more violently. Clearly, after Tielle, Shane had also become an object of dread in Magre’s heart. Shane responded with a smile and spoke gently and kindly, “Come on, tell me, how exactly does the Fritter family plan not to let me go?” Shane smiled like a friendly older brother from next door. But, to Magre, that smile was no different from a demon’s ferocious face. “No... nothing will happen! Nothing will happen!” Magre conceded on the spot. “Is that so?” Shane continued with a gentle smile, “So, you won’t trouble me anymore in the future?” “I won’t! I won’t!” Magre cried, shaking his head. “That’s good.” Shane nodded in satisfaction and said, “Then you won’t trouble Merica anymore, right?” “This...” Magre stopped crying. “Hmm?” Shane’s smile disappeared in an instant. It must be said that at Shane’s display, Magre was shaking in fear. But there was no way Magre could compromise on this one thing. “Merica is mine... she’s mine... I absolutely won’t give up...” The spoiled young noble murmured like this, trembling all over but not begging for mercy. This was somewhat surprising to Shane. “I didn’t expect that you, a nouveau riche young master, would be so infatuated,” Shane patted Magre’s arm, disregarding his trembling, shaking head dismissively, “But you should know, young master, that a melon forced off its vine isn’t sweet, and if Merica truly despises you, why pine for her alone? With your identity and status, at least within Lamijion, can’t you have as many beauties as you want?” Hearing this, Magre objected. “Those vulgar women interest me not in the slightest,” Magre courageously said, “They’re not even worthy to stand in Merica’s shadow.” “Oh?” Shane raised his eyebrows, amused, “So you don’t fancy opening a large harem, taking dozens of beautiful wives, and reveling every night?” “No.” Magre replied without hesitation, “I only want Merica. I have no desire for any woman other than her.” “Uh...” Shane was also taken aback by Magre’s decisive attitude, scratching his head and spreading his hands, “This doesn’t fit with your profile at all. As a dissolute heir, shouldn’t you be keeping mistresses everywhere, instantly obsessed with every pretty woman you see, to the point where you can’t even walk, and your IQ plummets, using any means for a moment of pleasure, even if it means staging a drama of abducting someone in broad daylight, or threatening others? Isn’t that the role you’re supposed to play?” “You’re referring to those nobles who are nothing but trash besides fooling around with women, right?” Magre said with utter disdain. “Don’t compare me to those people; it’s simply an insult to me. Those parasites who do nothing but bring disgrace to their family name are not worthy of being called nobles.” Hearing this, Shane was truly surprised. This wastrel of a young master actually had such thoughts; it seemed he wasn’t completely useless. But... “If I remember correctly, didn’t you also attempt to force yourself upon Merica?” Shane said with a smile that was not quite a smile. “In the end, not only were you caught by Tielle, but she also broke your limbs. Isn’t that an act of bringing disgrace to your family?” Shane’s words elicited an unhesitant reply from Magre. “As long as it’s for Merica, even if it means bringing disgrace to the family, or being expelled and no longer considered a noble, I am willing!” Magre showed not a hint of reflection on his actions; instead, he was resolute and passionate, staring at Merica held in Shane’s arms, his infatuation nearly overflowing from his eyes. And then, Shane understood. “So that’s it, as long as it’s for Merica, you’re willing to pay any price and to use any means?” The smile finally disappeared from Shane’s eyes. It couldn’t be helped. “You disregard Merica’s own will and simply indulge your own desires for convenience. I truly overestimated you just now.” In essence, Magre was the epitome of the double standard, looking down on the actions of other nobles while justifying his own, yet there was hardly any difference between the two. Those who talk one way and act another, with not even a hint of self-awareness, are actually the most loathsome. “It seems I’ve overrated you, feeling so good about yourself,” Shane looked at Magre, as if he had lost all interest in this toy, and said, “From now on, stop coveting Merica.” These words caused Magre’s eyes to widen, and he couldn’t help but become agitated, ready to object on the spot. Unfortunately, Shane didn’t give Magre the chance. “This isn’t advice, but a warning, you know?” Shane extended a hand, resting it on Magre’s neck as if wanting to make a cut, his fingers slowly sliding while implying something with his words. “I’m not as gentle as Vivian, nor do I have any regard for the noble family behind you like Tielle and the others do. If I truly wanted to play you to death, I have a hundred ways to do so. Would you like to try?” Shane’s words made Magre tremble once again, his body feeling ice-cold. Magre even had the feeling that if it weren’t for the trouble it would cause to kill him right there, Shane wouldn’t mind actually making that cut on his neck. “You only have this one chance, treasure it well, my dear young master.” With that, Shane patted Magre for what seemed like the umpteenth time, standing up while holding Merica amidst Magre’s frightened and trembling form. Then, Shane turned around and left without hesitation. “Uh... Uh... Wah...!” It was then that Magre completely fell apart, scrambling away in panic. At the same time, in a nearby corner, Tielle also sheathed her blade. “You’ve just snatched back a life.” Tielle glanced at the direction Magre had fled and then turned to leave. Of course, Vivian also witnessed this scene, looking at Shane walking towards Lu Muya’s tent while holding Merica, with a hint of resignation and a smile on her face. “He’s quite reliable, this newcomer to our team.” Leaving behind these words, Vivian turned and left.

Chapter 114: 113 "Do you want to give it a try?

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