The Demon Princess Was Defeated and Captured? Sorry, That’s the Role I’m Playing

Ch. 84



Chapter 84

"I didn't ask you that!"

"Eeek!"

The Second Demon Princess was terrifying, and it seemed like our kingdom's Hero was terrifying too!

Xiarette sighed in exasperation. She had been deeply worried, but now, thanks to Livra, she was so annoyed she didn't even know what to worry about anymore.

"Didn't you just make a promise to Princess Belith? You said you would personally go meet Princess Sheffy. What are you planning to do about that?"

"It's over..." Livra's cheeks visibly turned pale, "I just remembered... A big part of why I was crying earlier was because of that—I have to meet the First Demon Princess... She's so brutal... This might be the end of me!"

"You actually forgot about that just now?!"

"Lady Xiarette, please don’t remind me! I can’t remember... I just can’t remember!"

"Please stop running from reality... You've already said it yourself, there’s no turning back now."

At a time like this, Livra ought to be comforted a little—after all, who wouldn’t be afraid of the unknown? Even someone of royal blood was no different.

And our gentle Miss Shaya understood that perfectly.

She stepped forward, raised her arm, and gave Livra a few pats on the shoulder, cheering her on with encouragement!

"Livra, do you have any last words? I suggest if your handwriting’s pretty, you could write a will!"

"Aaah...! Miss Shaya, are you the devil?! You’re a devil, aren’t you!!"

"Aiya... I’m feeling a little dizzy."

From the way Livra clutched Shaya’s shoulders in panic and shook her like mad, it was clear she was truly frightened.

Sheffy and Xiarette exchanged a glance through the swaying back and forth.

In that brief moment, the two communicated volumes with perfect understanding.

The truth was, if Livra were actually sent over, it would be quite troublesome. After all, Sheffy herself wasn’t locked away somewhere—she was standing right in front of Livra being violently shaken by her.

Besides, judging from Livra’s fear, maybe she never intended to go in the first place. Perhaps her “bold declaration” during the negotiation was nothing more than a forced response under pressure?

All the better this way.

If she didn’t dare to go, it would give Xiarette the chance to take care of this matter herself.

"Your Highness, how about this? Considering your safety, you shouldn’t go in person. Leave the task of persuading Sheffy Harl to me. I’ll talk to her. If there’s anything you want me to pass along, just let me know. It’ll be the same as you saying it yourself—much safer that way."

"Eh?"

Shaya stopped shaking.

Livra lowered her arms, turned around slightly, and widened her emerald-green eyes a little, seemingly pondering Xiarette’s words.

Xiarette guessed Livra would probably find this proposal more reasonable and would agree to it.

But to her utter surprise...

Livra gave a bitter smile, waved her hand, and rejected Xiarette’s proposal.

"Ahaha... I appreciate your kindness, Lady Xiarette, but... I think this is something I must carry out myself, you know? Since I’ve said it like that... right? Besides, besides, it was you who sealed the Demon Princess in the first place. She must hold a grudge against you, so if you go talk to her yourself, wouldn’t it be much harder?"

"Uh... well, not really... cough, I mean, that may be so, but didn’t you just say you were really scared? And I already told you—if you show up at the sealing grounds, there’s no way your safety can be guaranteed. Even if I’m there, I can’t promise a hundred percent that you’ll be safe. With anyone else it’d be one thing, but we’re talking about Princess Sheffy here—she’s terrifying, you know?"

"It’s fine."

Through her bitter smile, there was indeed a faint resolve to die visible in Livra’s clumsy yet clear eyes.

But it wasn’t entirely just that.

Alongside that resolve was a bit of naivety—and even more, a decisive glimmer of hope.

"The things I said at the negotiation table earlier weren’t just empty words or jokes...

I genuinely hope that one day this country won’t be tormented by war anymore. Not just the Royal Capital... even the people in frontier towns shouldn’t have to wait for nightfall just to sell a little grain to make ends meet. I hope they can live under blue skies and white clouds, with the confidence to build their homes... to build them without fear of them being destroyed by war, and without nobles imposing harsh levies... Haha, these words really are naïve, aren’t they? I know it too... but even if it’s naïve, I still want to give it a try. If I succeed, then I’ll have truly 'punished evil and promoted good'. If I fail... well... it’s just my one little life, isn’t it!"

Ugh... She was still really scary after all!

Sheffy had already paced back over to stand beside Xiarette.

The tall and short pair exchanged a glance—and a trace of a smile appeared on both their faces.

Even though Livra was trembling with fear, she still stood her ground without retreating a single step. She truly did have a bit of a princess’s dignity.

In a way, Livra’s thoughts aligned with Sheffy’s.

Livra wished to take a step forward, to bridge a mutual understanding between humans and demons.

Sheffy wished to take a step back, to shield others with herself and bring an end to the conflict.

Whether forward or backward—

They were both trying, in a rather childish and naïve way, to change something.

And often, the most effective method was also the most straightforward, the most "naïve".

Today’s Livra deserved a big thumbs-up from Shaya!

"Not bad! Livra, if that’s how you feel, then the job of negotiating with the Demon Princess is all yours. Xiarette, I guess we’ll just back off? If Sheffy ends up eating this one, there won’t be much we can do, huh~"

"Indeed." Xiarette joined in with her own bit of mischief, spreading her hands in agreement. "What we can do is prepare the venue and conditions for Her Highness Livra’s meeting with Princess Sheffy. As for safety, like I said, Your Highness could become a brave martyr at any time, so do your best. We’ll be supporting you."

"Ah...!! What you mean isn’t that I’m doomed, right? There’s still a sliver of hope for me, right?! Right?!"

"......" "......"

Your silence said nothing, yet it spoke volumes.

Your smiles looked cheerful, yet they seemed like a farewell before a final parting.

Seeing Livra’s eyes begin to redden as she was about to cry again, Shaya quickly comforted her, saying it was fine.

If you really do bite the dust, we’ll help collect your corpse!

Today, Her Highness the Princess’s wails echoed through the council hall.

They weren’t tears of fear—they were tears driven by sheer frustration.

Miss Shaya... the words that come from your mouth...

They’re just... just too hurtful!

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8. Reunion (6K)

"Ugh, seriously, what’s with Livra? Why doesn’t she appreciate my kindness? Xiarette, look at me—wasn’t I being sincerely nice for once, trying to comfort someone? And what does Livra do? She says I talk harshly! Then just kept bawling and bawling, it’s so bizarre."

"Hmm... I think there’s still hope. Shaya, you should pay attention—there are often traveling bards performing along the streets of the Royal Capital. You might want to go listen sometime."

"What for?"

"To learn the art of speech, of course."

"Ah! You’re saying I talk harshly too!"

"Not at all."

Whether something sounds nice or not depends on who’s listening.

To her sister, whatever Sheffy said sounded lovely. That sweet little mouth was like it had been dipped in honey—no matter how harsh the words, a single kiss would make them sweet. No problem at all.

But with Livra, it was different...

The Third Princess had grown up in a castle palace—how could she have ever experienced such a verbal onslaught, like a sudden mudslide?

Xiarette and Sheffy had already left the council hall.

The two of them were now strolling leisurely through the bustling heart of the Royal Capital, having just passed out from the outer castle area.

Merchants cried their wares, and lights shone from ten thousand homes.

Residential flats and street stalls stood side by side along the same street.

No one minded the noise, and no one cared about the chaos.

Children giggled, darting through alleys with sticks adorned with light magic stones, while idle chatter and vendor calls blended into a single noisy melody.

In all this clamor, there lay a rare serenity unique to peaceful times.

Originally, Xiarette and Sheffy had planned to take a carriage home straight from the council hall. But after discussing it, they decided that since they were already here and the sky was darkening, they might as well walk through the Royal Capital streets.

After all, Sheffy didn’t dislike the night market, and Xiarette didn’t mind the prosperity of the age.

Xiarette’s gaze slowly drifted to Sheffy’s profile, illuminated by moonlight. Whether it was that delicate little face, or Xiarette’s own sapphire eyes reflecting it—everything was as beautiful as a painting.

Yes... deciding to come walk was truly the right decision.

Watching those children chasing and playing, Xiarette felt their innocence and joy were genuinely precious.

In places untouched by the flames of war, smiles could not be extinguished; on land unsullied by blood, fear had no place.

Sheffy surely also felt that this kind of laughter was very...

"Oi, watch it...?! You little brat, I should knock you out—almost crashed into my forehead! Look where you’re going when you walk, got it?! You’re lucky it was me. If you’d run headlong into a horse, think it wouldn’t have kicked you to death?!"

"Uwaa... uwuuuwaaaah!!"

"......"

If Xiarette wasn’t mistaken... it seemed like a little girl had run forward without looking and nearly bumped into Sheffy.

Sheffy nimbly dodged, but in the same motion struck the girl’s head with a sharp, precise chop from behind. Xiarette clearly heard a strange thunk sound—like a board hitting a winter melon—as the poor girl fell face-down to the ground, crying in pain.

Today’s kids were still pretty resilient.

The little girl dazedly climbed back up and glanced behind her. Not long after, she clutched her head and ran off crying loudly.

The child’s smile... had disappeared.

Miss Shaya rubbed her palms together, still shouting educational advice to the child running off.

"Hey! I’m warning you now! Don’t go telling your parents! Just say you walked into a horse, and it kicked you! Don’t say it was me! I didn’t hit you! And be more careful in the future—look where you’re walking!"

"Wuuu...!! You’re just a runt like us! A tiny thing too...! Still bossing people around... How could you hit someone?! You’re shameless!"

"Hey?! You want to see a real temper...?!"

Who are you calling the same size, huh?!

Walking blindly at such a young age—what, were your eyes just for show?!

Sheffy rolled up her sleeves, ready to go give her another chop, but the little girl had already run off crying.

She hadn’t really intended to punish her anyway—just a careless mistake while walking.

But that last line from the little girl... that was truly unforgivable!

Xiarette covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, while Sheffy could only selectively ignore the whole scene—after all, she found the whole thing utterly embarrassing!

"Hmph... That’s why I say I hate little brats. Belith was like that too when she was younger—a real handful."

"...Isn’t it just part of being a child? Shaya, didn’t you say your little sister had that phase too? Still... thinking of Belith being mischievous is hard to imagine, especially after seeing her so composed during the negotiations."

Though Xiarette really wanted to make a snarky remark about what just happened, the perfect timing had already passed.

Still, she was curious about Belith’s childhood as a little brat.

Because honestly, it was just so hard to picture.

Sheffy folded her arms in front of her and nodded repeatedly—her face clearly troubled by memories of Belith’s childhood.

"Of course she was. Let me give you an example. I remember once taking Belith to a village under the Demon Domain for a field trip and some camping. I went off to fish by the river, but then a magic bear wandered into camp. All the adults were away. The other kids all ran to take shelter—except for her. She squared up and started fighting the bear! When I got back... oh, my little ancestor...! I nearly died of fright. But before I could even do anything, she had actually knocked the magic bear down. That night, we had roasted bear meat for a late-night snack."

"That's the kind of 'brat' she was?!"

"Isn’t that bratty enough?! After that, the magic bears in the village avoided her whenever they saw her!"

"......"

Alright then. Clearly, not all brats are the same.

Some brats at age seven walk around giggling without watching their step—others at age seven take down magic bears for barbecue.

The Demon Domain really was a place of fierce and wild customs.

Shaya walked ahead, hands clasped behind her head, gazing at the glowing lights along the street while thinking back on what they discussed earlier in the council hall.

The little one couldn’t help sighing deeply in exasperation.

"Ugh... so that means we still have to prepare the venue after we get home? We really have to help Livra put on this whole act?"

"Mm, there’s really no way around it. Since Her Highness Livra has made up her mind, convincing her to give it up would be very difficult. She’s always been like that—resolute and swift to act. Everyone in the Royal Palace knows it well."


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