How to Live Comfortably as an Abandoned Prince Chapter 265 : Chapter 265

Chapter 265. It Is Cute, So What Is the Problem?

Rain poured down.

SHAAAAA.

Radel looked at the small child standing before him.

The aura emanating from the child felt familiar.

Green demonic energy.

Despite the small body, it was unmistakably the presence of an Archdemon.

‘Asmodeus?’

Though he appeared as a young child, his beauty was unreal.

Asmodeus looked at Radel and spoke.

“Hey, Great Sage. You did not seriously think you could turn into this and get away with it, did you?”

Great Sage?

Radel felt confused, but he shrugged casually and replied.

“Why? It is cute. What is the problem?”

Asmodeus stared at Radel with an utterly fed-up expression, as though hearing such absurd remarks was nothing new to him.

Only then did Radel realize that within this illusion, he had beco soone else.

And that this place was a point sowhere in the past.

The era when Archdemons ruled the middle realm.

The Age of Darkness.

Radel had beco Hayden of that era.

SHAAAAA.

The rain grew heavier.

“Do you not like it? If you do not, shall I send you back into the key?”

Hayden asked with a faint smile.

The tone was almost gentle, but Asmodeus looked horrified.

“Ghk…!”

He clearly did not want to be sealed again.

After trembling for a long while in inner conflict, a small voice finally escaped Asmodeus’s lips.

“…What do I have to do if I do not want to go back into the key?”

As if he had been waiting for those words, Hayden raised a finger and pointed sowhere.

There, a magical beast was roaring as it destroyed the city walls.

- GROOOOAAAR!

Smoke billowed from its nostrils, and the flas spewing from its mouth incinerated everything in their path.

The grotesque beast, sprouting multiple massive horns, almost resembled a dragon from afar.

But it could not conceal its dark, malevolent aura.

Radel imdiately realized that this magical beast was another form of an Archdemon.

Whether it was Hayden’s thoughts or his own, he could not tell, but one na surfaced naturally in his mind.

‘Leviathan.’

That enormous beast was Leviathan, the demon of envy and a monster of chaos.

Radel could see straight into Hayden’s thoughts.

It felt as though he were truly possessing him.

Fight demons with demons.

There was no way to kill demons in the middle realm.

Even if they suffered fatal wounds, they would rely be reverse-summoned to the Demon World rather than destroyed.

That was why Hayden had wondered.

Was it impossible for beings of one dinsion to kill those of another?

Or were humans simply not ant to kill demons at all?

Even as the one called the Great Sage, Hayden had been unable to find a thod to kill demons anywhere in the middle realm.

Sealing them within dragon remains had been the best he could manage.

If humans could not kill Archdemons…

What if demons fought demons instead?

Pointing at Leviathan, Hayden asked Asmodeus,

“Can you get rid of that one?”

Asmodeus looked where Hayden pointed and laughed savagely.

“You think I cannot?”

At that mont, Leviathan’s roar tore through the earth.

-GROOOOAAAR!

The ground overturned as black mist rose from below.

The demonic fog, saturated with miasma, drained the life force of anyone it brushed against.

THUD.

People who touched the mist collapsed one by one.

If this continued, there would soon be no living souls left in the city.

The corpses exposed to demonic energy would inevitably turn into undead.

“Try to finish it before people turn into undead. Undead are not cute, and I do not like them much.”

Hayden added casually, spinning his finger.

“Hmph.”

TAP.

Asmodeus snorted and dashed into the rain.

Watching him go, Hayden pulled a key from his chest.

A black key, glowing faintly.

Radel knew well what was sealed within it.

As Hayden infused the key with Magic Power, he murmured,

“You co out as well, demon of sloth.”

***

A massive body crashed into the ground.

BOOM!

It was the sound of Leviathan collapsing after struggling to the very end.

The one who brought down the colossal beast wielded a pitch-black sword.

That sword’s owner was Hayden.

“You really ask for it. How nice it would have been if you had just stayed sealed quietly.”

Hayden pulled the sword from Leviathan’s chest and tossed it aside.

WHOOSH!

The sword striking the ground transford—into a demon.

It was Belphegor, wearing an expression that suggested everything was a bother.

Yet no one present seed particularly surprised.

Only Asmodeus, his fingernails stained with purple blood, pouted at Hayden’s words.

“Are you saying that for to hear? I did exactly what you told to.”

“I was talking to Leviathan… did you feel personally attacked?”

“Ghk!”

Hayden chuckled lightly at Asmodeus’s reaction, then shifted his gaze back to Leviathan.

Through Hayden’s eyes, Radel looked down at the writhing Leviathan.

The once-overwhelming horns were shattered, and wounds torn open by Asmodeus leaked streams of purple blood.

-Grrrr…

Yet the Archdemon still lived.

“Hm. It really does not die. It would have been easier for you if it did.”

Hayden spoke with apparent regret.

“Normally, your breathing should have stopped by now. I crushed your spine several tis and slit your throat, yet you still cling to life…”

He had watched Asmodeus’s attacks with cold precision.

A battle between Archdemons was brutal.

Both demons had ruled the Demon World for ages and knew each other’s weaknesses intimately.

But as ti passed, victory tilted toward Asmodeus.

Unlike Asmodeus, whose seal Hayden had fully released, Leviathan had not regained all his power.

And above all, the Great Sage was watching.

No matter how fierce Leviathan’s montum was, overturning the situation was impossible.

-This… this is all because of you…!

Leviathan glared with murderous intent after hearing Hayden’s words.

-If you had not sealed … I could have returned to the Demon World before ending up like this…!

Hayden paid no attention to Leviathan’s fury.

“Well, I think you should be grateful instead. If you had gone back to the Demon World in that state, other demons might have attacked you, and you could have been reduced to a lesser demon.”

-Grrrr… Great Sage, do you know who you have crossed? I am Leviathan, the Archdemon of Envy! I will drag you into hell for humiliating like this! I swear…!

Leviathan’s rampaging killing intent surged outward, strong enough to make even the air tremble.

Yet Hayden calmly picked at his ear.

“You are not going to hell anyway. This is where you are going.”

Hayden pulled out a purple key and gave it a light shake.

Then he began to chant the sealing spell.

“Return.”

As the spell ended, overwhelming Magic Power surged.

-GRAAAH! …AAAAARGH!

Leviathan’s scream was sucked into the key.

CLINK.

Hayden secured the purple key.

Watching this, Asmodeus mocked Leviathan, imitating him with a cackle.

“Do you know who you ssed with? Leviathan trying to act all important. Right, Belphegor?”

“…I do not know. It is a bother.”

“You really kill the mood. If everything is such a bother, why not stop living? No—should I just crush your throat right now?”

“If you think you can, go ahead.”

As the two demons bickered, the rain stopped.

DRIP.

All that remained where the demon of envy had stood was a deep crater.

The trace of the colossal beast.

Hayden looked at the spot and slipped the purple key back into his chest.

So demons really cannot kill demons in the middle realm.

Having confird the result, Hayden clicked his tongue.

‘I was hoping for an easy solution.’

Reading Hayden’s thoughts, Radel murmured unconsciously,

‘I know. What a sha.’

If Hayden had succeeded here, many things would have changed.

They would not have had to struggle against the Black Order at the academy.

As Radel felt that regret—

“Hm?”

Hayden’s expression shifted, as though he had noticed sothing interesting.

He had realized the presence of another being inside himself.

He approached the pool left behind by Leviathan and looked at his reflection.

“What is this? When did you get in here?”

Radel locked eyes with Hayden, and a shiver ran down his spine.

***

SMACK!

“You idiot! Get a grip!”

The Spirit of the Library slapped Radel’s cheek with a book page.

The fool who had resisted even Asmodeus’s temptation had lost consciousness the mont he opened that suspicious book.

And what was with that title?

How to Respond When a Demon Threatens to Send You to Hell?

It was exactly the kind of book Hayden would write.

‘Well, anything written by that lunatic would never be weaker than Asmodeus.’

There was certainly magic embedded in the book.

The Spirit of the Library rapidly scanned it.

‘Book Inspection!’

A unique spell usable only by the administrator of the Library of the World unfolded.

It allowed the analysis of even vast volus of text in an instant.

After reading Hayden’s book in a blink, the Spirit of the Library groaned.

“That madman…!”

A spell that dragged a person’s soul into the past…?

If anything went wrong, the soul might never return, or worse, parts of it could be lost forever.

Having deciphered Hayden’s summoning formula, the Spirit of the Library grew even angrier.

“This… this lunatic really planned to kill his own descendant!”

Radel was in danger if this continued.

The spirit raised its pages again and struck Radel’s cheek.

“Wake up! Wake up!”

SMACK!

Radel’s eyes snapped open.

“Huff…!”

He gasped for air and pushed himself upright.

The mont Hayden realized Radel’s presence, he had been expelled from the illusion.

The shock left goosebumps all over his skin.

“Are you all right?! You are conscious again?”

“…I think so.”

“Haa… be more careful, you fool…! You ask demons to tempt you, then open suspicious books without checking! Do you have two lives or sothing?”

“You must have been very worried. I am sorry.”

The Spirit of the Library turned its head away with a huff.

“Worried, my foot! I just did not want my contractor to disappear and leave bored!”

“I understand.”

Radel smiled and nodded.

Despite the grumbling, he could feel the spirit’s genuine concern.

“Ahem. Anyway, what exactly happened just now?”

“It seems I t Ancestor Hayden.”

“What?!”

The Spirit of the Library froze midair in shock.

“W-What did you see? No—what was he like?!”

What was he like…

Radel recalled what he had just witnessed.

Hayden and the Archdemons.

Many things stood out, but the first thing that ca to mind was that Hayden had used a sword.

He had not rely sealed the Archdemon.

He had turned Belphegor into a weapon and wielded him.

Suddenly, realization struck Radel.

‘Wait. An Archdemon can beco a tool…?’

If that were possible, he could own an imaginary frying pan that never wore out and never stuck.

A truly legendary artifact.

mories of scraping burnt residue off frying pans after cooking griffin at flashed through his mind.

‘Tempting.’

For so reason, the Archdemons felt an inexplicable chill run down their spines.