“Demon King, please let me serve you!”
“Hah?”
What had turned her into this?
Was it because she had heard, “I can make humans my subordinates,” that she became like this?
“I disagree,” Avira said coldly.
“How could the Demon Race be a refuge for someone from the Hero Squad? We’ve already decided to let you go, so don’t push your luck.”
But Oka was still unrelenting.
“Miss Avira, if it’s for the Demon King, you wouldn’t refuse my joining, right?”
“That still won’t work.”
“I see. Do you suspect I’m a spy? I can accept mental reprogramming. I can even…”
Oka swallowed, and Avira knew what she meant.
But Avira still couldn’t accept it.
Leaving aside her true intentions or whether she was a spy planted by the Hero and the Great Sage among the Demon Race.
Having this kind of person in her own camp was, at best, full of potential and, at worst, a ticking time bomb. In any case, while Avira couldn’t deny her value, what she hated most was uncertainty.
Suddenly, the Demon King stroked the wings on her head, and Avira trembled as if electrocuted.
“Avira, actually, I think we can take her,” Ophitia whispered softly into Avira’s ear.
“Eh?”
Avira suddenly understood something.
“We don’t have a very strong healer right now. The Evil Demons aren’t good at healing magic, and our wounded can only rely on self-recovery. Plus, if it turns into a war of attrition, we’ll be at an overwhelming disadvantage.”
“Ugh…”
Avira nodded, and a few seconds later, her eyes grew serious.
“I approve your request, Oka.”
Oka’s abilities were very practical.
In this world, powerful self-healing and injury recovery were incredibly rare. Those who possessed such powers often represented immortality, like Avira’s Saintess Power and the Crystal Dragon.
If not for the curse that prevented Saintesses from living past twenty, those guys would all be millennia-old foxes to some extent.
The ability to heal others could even secure a position as head of logistics with just that skill alone, potentially leading to generalship. If she remembered correctly, even in the Catherine Knight Order, knights with minor healing abilities were Medal Knights.
And the Hero Squad’s Resurrector was the world’s strongest healer, proficient in herbalism and various therapies, with magic that had potent healing effects. Her magic had been converted by Avira into magic suitable for the Demon King, healing wounds caused by the red aura.
Avira would find a way to win her over.
She already had human subordinates like Atia. If her goal was to serve the Demon King, then even as a tool, she was qualified.
Hmm…
It seemed she needed some human subordinates of her own.
“Welcome to the Demon Race, Oka.”
“Demon King, Lady Avira, I’m endlessly grateful.”
—
Though she had joined the Demon Race, Avira still kept this girl far away from the Demon King. She assigned many people to guard her and gave her plenty of tasks.
—Treating the Demon Race.
The Demon Race’s casualties weren’t severe, but many had injuries of varying degrees from human magic.
They gathered at the camp’s medical station, but the Demon Race’s healers were all those Evil Demons, a group that only knew offensive magic.
To avoid suspicion from the Demon Race, she disguised herself as a Demonkin, adding some patterned decorations to her body and donning well-fitted horns.
When Oka arrived at the medical station, she found it full of Demon Race injured by the rebel army’s magic casters, mostly higher Evil Demons.
“Little sister, are you the one Lady Avira sent to treat us?”
A tall Demon Race member appeared behind her at some point, seemingly the strongest one there.
“Yes, I’m Oka, the Resurrector. Everyone’s injuries here can be fully healed.”
“That’s a huge help. I’m Berika.”
Berika immediately became respectful upon realizing she was another of the Demon King’s subordinates.
She walked to the side of a female Evil Demon whose arm had been scorched by fire magic, leaving severe scars that still emitted low groans.
The Evil Demons parted for her, full of hope for this newcomer.
Oka reached out according to her memory and released that pink magic power.
As the magic released onto the Evil Demon, the injury showed no change whatsoever.
Under the gaze of so many eyes, her healing had failed.
She then realized that her healing magic had trouble working on the Demon Race.
Seeing this, Oka tried releasing more magic.
But even drenched in sweat, she could only slightly restore the female Evil Demon’s pale purple arm.
The Demon Race’s bodies were different from humans!
Just as she thought she’d be punished, she noticed the gazes around her seemed different?
“Take it slow. We Demon Race have tough vitality; no need to rush too much.”
Berika watched from the side with a smile, and the other Evil Demon sisters also showed relieved smiles.
These people… didn’t they hate her?
Oka didn’t have time to think much and continued treating. This time, she planned to change her approach; maybe it would work better. If the healing failed, she’d be useless to the Demon King, and chasing after Avira’s footsteps would slow even more.
She wanted to see Avira and ask her what she was really thinking.
She wanted to help Avira find her true heart, to make her understand the differences between humans and the Demon Race.
To save her.
She gritted her teeth, recalling Avira’s performance when she saved everyone.
The entire afternoon, Oka basically gave it her all but only fully healed three Demon Race members.
And that was with the help of several Evil Demons.
Strangely, the surrounding Evil Demons and Demon Race didn’t treat her poorly.
She had thought she’d be condemned, seen as a pretentious human by many.
Just like how she was treated in her squad…
Everyone thought her duty was healing, but if her magic ran out, her so-called Resurrector became a powerless weak girl.
“Oka, you did great work today.”
“Without you, we might not have had this efficiency. Heh heh, I heard you’re a human who fell from the Hero’s side. Chat with us?”
Oka stammered; after all, she wasn’t Demon Race!
That evening, Oka returned to the room Berika had prepared for her. She hadn’t eaten and sat in a chair, staring ahead.
Was this really the right choice?
She had only wanted to awaken Avira’s conscience here among the Demon Race, but suddenly she felt…
She kind of wanted to stay with the Demon Race more.
“Knock knock knock—”
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
“Who?”
“It’s me, Atia.”
