A Righteous Demon Girl and the Angel She’ll Never Meet-Chapter 15 : Chapter 15

Chapter 15 : The Gradually Overlapping Figures
“This is… a blood slave?”
Aimiya, who was also knowledgeable, also recognized Uncle Wei's identity at this moment.
So-called blood slaves, were monsters that were neither Bloodkin nor human, formed with a very small probability when humans were killed by Bloodkin and accidentally contaminated with Bloodkin blood.
These blood slaves possessed good self-recovery abilities.
Although they couldn't compare to true Bloodkin, they had already far surpassed the scope of humans and at the same time, they also inherited the Bloodkin's bloodthirsty impulses and killing instincts.
However, unlike Bloodkin, they had no consciousness of their own and couldn't control their own desires and impulses; they were merely monsters that only knew how to crave blood and slaughter.
And since Uncle Wei had been transformed into a blood slave at this time, it meant that the murderer who killed him, and even his entire family, was a member of the Bloodkin.
Seeing a person as kind and righteous as Uncle Wei once was reduced to such a monster, Iphilia's sadness could not be expressed in words.
She silently waved her hand, and the tentacles binding Uncle Wei instantly tightened, forcibly twisting Uncle Wei's body.
His bones made a tooth-chilling cracking sound, and broken bones even pierced out from under his skin.
“You are liberated.”
Iphilia couldn't bear to watch this cruel scene any longer.
She turned her head, trembling.
Then, more tentacles drilled out from the magic array, tightly wrapping every inch of Uncle Wei's skin, and then suddenly twisted inwards—in an instant, blood flew everywhere.
“Sorry, I misunderstood you”
At this moment, Aimiya also realized that she had misunderstood Iphilia.
She looked at Iphilia with some apology, while Iphilia still stood there blankly, without any reaction.
“Can you tell me why you killed that rich young master yesterday?”
After a long while, Aimiya broke the silence again.
She suddenly felt that Iphilia's performance as a demon didn't make her a qualified demon at all, nor did she resemble an executioner who would casually take away others' lives.
“Then do you know what that scumbag did?”
“I know.”
Aimiya nodded. When she was lying on the bed in the hotel last night, she had specifically searched online for information about that rich young master.
The result was… it almost made her angry too.
It was probably around that time that her opinion of Iphilia, this demon, underwent a subtle change.
“If I were to tell you further, that the victim of that case is the girl lying in a pool of blood in front of you now, what would you do?”
“It's her!?”
Aimiya looked at the remains of the girl in the center of the living room in surprise, a hint of pity and lament appearing in her eyes.
“So, you killed that guy to avenge this girl?”
Aimiya asked tentatively, as if she had thought of something.
“Not entirely.”
Iphilia shook her head.
Avenging Uncle Wei's daughter was indeed one of her purposes, but even if the victim wasn't her, Iphilia would still unhesitatingly carry out justice against that scumbag.
“Death was the result of his own choice, and my purpose is simple—for justice.”
A rare serious expression appeared on Iphilia's face.
She slowly walked out of the gate and turned to look at Aimiya behind her.
Dazzling sunlight poured in from the window in the corridor, just illuminating half of Iphilia's side profile, making her expression at this moment look serious and majestic.
“Jus… Justice?”
Frankly speaking, Aimiya always felt that hearing the word “justice” from a demon's mouth seemed strange and awkward.
But at this moment, Aimiya vaguely saw the phantom of a certain youth behind Iphilia, and the deepest string in her heart was touched.
That day, the morning he left, it seemed, was also such a scene…
The figure in her memory gradually overlapped with Iphilia before her eyes.
Fate tempted Aimiya to say those words again, the exact same words as two years ago.
“But, you don't have to do these things…”
“I know, but if I don't do it, who else will carry out justice?”
Iphilia turned around and said to Aimiya word by word, seriously.
“You've also read the news about that scumbag. You should know how insignificant human judgment can be in the face of human darkness.”
“Although there are indeed examples where truths and injustices that were once suppressed have been rediscovered after many years.
But the problem is, how many such examples can there be? And during this period, what kind of suffering will those who are already victims, the weak, have to endure!?”
“Most importantly, justice delayed… can it really be called justice?”
“And can a belated judgment truly soothe the pain that has long been deeply engraved in people's hearts?”
In an instant, Aimiya saw that the youth in her memory, who dreamed of becoming a partner of justice, at this moment, completely overlapped with the demon before her eyes.
Involuntarily, Aimiya's eyes began to turn slightly red, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes.
“Thank you.”
“Hmm?”
Iphilia was a little shocked. She tilted her head in confusion, not quite understanding why the angel in front of her suddenly looked like she was about to cry.
Could it be that her handsome speech just now amazed her?
“Aimiya-classmate, this case still needs your help to notify the Church or the Night Watch. I am a demon, it's not very convenient for me to appear before them.”
“The murderer in this case is undoubtedly Bloodkin, but most likely not a noble. I know a Bloodkin noble, they have their own pride and would absolutely disdain to commit such a vile act.”
“Therefore, the real culprit in this incident is most likely a commoner Bloodkin or an exile hiding in the city. Moreover, there is a high probability that they will commit another crime. To prevent more victims, we need the assistance of the Night Watch or the Church.”
Aimiya nodded after hearing this.
Bloodkin nobles had always prided themselves on being noble, and all their daily behaviors, including diet, followed a set of complicated etiquette.
It was impossible for them to voluntarily lower themselves to do such a thing.
Therefore, the truth of the matter was very likely as Iphilia speculated: it was the work of some ordinary Bloodkin who hadn't fed on blood for a long time.
In this way, to prevent more victims, they could only rely on the human Night Watch or the Church to increase their search and prevention efforts.
After all, the advantage in numbers was there.
“I understand, what about you? Where do you plan to start looking for clues?”
“I know someone, perhaps I can get some extremely reliable information from her.”
Iphilia turned around, spread the demon wings on her waist, and prepared to leave.
Aimiya, however, stood there watching her with a complicated expression in her eyes, until Iphilia's figure completely disappeared from her sight.
Is it an illusion?
I always feel that Iphilia, is really so much like him…
Whether it's ideals, or personality…