Demonic System: Harem in Medieval World

7. Fransesca's Decission

Thanks to Baldur’s heroic sacrifice, Francesca and Devon successfully shook their pursuers off their tails. They started to slow down their pace, thanks to the fatigue that started to take its toll on their bodies.

“Phew, I think we will be okay at the moment. We made quite a distance to cover,” concluded Devon, still carrying Francesca on his back. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been quiet for a while now,”

Francesca still said nothing. Her eyes were empty as if there was nothing in her mind.

“Brat, you’re such an airhead! I casted my personal spell back then to her, that’s why she showed no resistance, giving you easier time to drag her along with you,” said Belphegor.

“Ah, so the thing that you mumbled back then was a spell! I thought you got nervous and stuttered,” responded Devon innocently, which sounded like insults to Belphegor’s ears.

Belphegor was about to retort, but stopped midway by Satan.

“Enough blabbering, save your energy!” ordered Satan harshly. “Get some place to take shelter now, you haven’t recovered fully yet, sonny!”

As much as he hated being ordered, by the demon on top of that, Devon had no choice but to follow the Demon of Anger’s advice. He slowly felt power creeping out of his body, leaving him less time to be on the run, especially with Francesca on his back.

“There! That would be perfect as your hiding place!” pointed Belphegor. Devon wouldn’t be able to notice the cave if Belphegor hadn’t told him. That cave was conveniently hidden by the wild vines around, making it ideal place to conceal him and Francesca.

As he dropped Francesca body softly to the ground, Devon sighed in relief. Both his physical and mental burden had been lifted for a brief moment. He peeked a glance to his physical burden who laid there so defenselessly, provoking his adolescent innocence.

“Hohoho, you feel that tingling sensation, Dev?” asked Asmodeus mischievously, catching what crossed Devon’s mind. “Go ahead, boy! Time to pop your cherry!”

Asmodeous’ provocation was soon followed by other demons’ suggestive remarks, cheering on Devon to unleash his lust. Francesca’s smooth legs, her smooth skin and fresh body let out such alluring pheromone. Doubtful at first, Devon started to approach Francesca, trying to touch her. Just when he was about to start, Francesca suddenly regained her consciousness, leaving Devon hanging in awkwardness.

“Sorry, Dev. Like all the things in this world, my spell also has its own limit,” apologized Belphegor.

“I don’t know if you’re being serious or just pulling a cruel prank on our poor brat, bahahaha!” laughed Lucifer. “You should see your face just now, brat!”

Ignoring the demons’ insults, Devon turned his attention to Francesca.

“Francesca, are you alright?” asked Devon. “We managed to get away from the pursuers for now, but we can’t keep hiding like this forever.”

“I’m okay,” answered Francesca shortly while stretching her hands upwards, as if she just woke up from a slumber. Shades of sorrow was still lingering vividly on her face, still grieving the tragic end her father had to deal with.

“I’m sorry about what happened to your father. I wish I could do something about it, but I had no choice but to drag you away from danger,” Devon expressed his sympathy. “I’m sure your father would feel the same.”

Hearing that excuse, Francesca glared wildly at Devon.

“What do you know about him? Don’t act like you understand us!” scolded Francesca furiously. “If only you hadn’t fallen into our trap, none of this would have happened!”

That rage was quickly followed by the sobbings of the hunter’s maiden. She covered her face, tears started to drip in between her fingers, falling to the ground.

Devon couldn’t say anything in his defense. Deep down inside, he couldn’t help but to feel guilty, but he wouldn’t let it end like this, not on his watch.

“I admit everything that you’re going to blame me for. I plead guilty for my crime,” responded Devon. Francesca who didn’t expect that kind of reaction, paused her wails and looked at Devon with a puzzled look.

“And for that, I beg you to give me a chance to redeem myself. I assure you that I won’t let your father’s sacrifice in vain,” promised Devon confidently, slowly convincing Francesca from her despair.

“D-don’t get so cocky! What can you do anyway? You couldn’t even lift a finger against those armed men!” argued Francesca. “If you could have done anything, you wouldn’t have to run away like what you did before!”

“That’s because I was respecting your father’s final wish. He died a warrior death, and it would be very rude not to honor his heroic will,” reasoned Alex, eloquently shifting the topic and changing the mood completely. “Besides, I had you back then. If I had stayed behind, there was a high chance that you could get hurt, or even worse, meet your demise there. Surely that would have stained your father’s gallant act.”

The well-structured speech of Devon successfully stopped Francesca’s tears. She started to ponder what Devon said.

“Whoo, way to go, you smooth talker! I sure could learn a thing or two from your witty tongue!” applauded Leviathan in amazement.

“Agreed, not only gaining her trust, you also put yourself as a good guy!” followed Mammon. “Nice acting, kid!”

“I’m not acting, you bastard! I’m just telling the truth!” whispered Devon.

“Oh, a typical remark of a politician! You got talent, boy!” said Asmodeus.

Devon could keep continuing his debate with the demons, but he saw Francesca had something to say, so he chose to focus his attention on her.

“W-well, if what you’re saying is true, then what is your plan?” interrogated Francesca.

“At the moment, I say we should get a move on to the nearest civilization. A village will do, any bigger than that and I would risk getting caught, along with you,” suggested Devon. “There, we could check the situation and build our plan based on that.”

“Fine, but know that I haven’t forgiven you yet for my father’s death! I shall guide you to the nearest village and keep an eye on you, solely to make sure that you stay true to your words!” threatened Francesca with a shivering voice.

Devon smiled in relief as a sign of approval. After all, he felt he owed her, so any harsh statement coming out of Francesca’s mouth, he would take all of them as a toll for his sins.