The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil Vol 2. Chapter 162: The Demon King, Isabella

The mont the red curtain was pulled aside to reveal the chained rmaid inside, Vieya clearly sensed the breathing in the auction hall grow heavier.

But—

many of the guests present were dissatisfied that the final centerpiece item was rely a rmaid.

“A rmaid monster starting at ten million? Is your auction house so poor you can’t even pay wages anymore?”

Yes, this rmaid was beautiful. Ocean-blue long hair, pale blue scales that shimred with light, elegant and well-proportioned curves, and those beautiful yet slightly hollow eyes—all of it combined to seize the attention of every guest the instant she appeared.

But spending ten million gold coins to buy a decorative vase?

The guests present only found it absurd. Being able to co here ant none of them lacked won.

Spending a few million to buy one would be fine, but a starting price of ten million was terrifying enough to make them hesitate, leaving them only to click their tongues and satisfy their eyes.

“The quality of this finale item is indeed high, but we’re not fools. A ten-million starting price—hehe, honestly, that’s just too...” a man wearing a red oni mask said disdainfully.

“I bid eleven million.” A guest called out excitedly.

Vieya lifted her eyes and glanced at the bidder. Seeing that he was rely a sowhat overweight fourth-tier human, she withdrew her gaze, folded her arms, and continued waiting.

Unlike her outward calm and detachnt, her inner thoughts were in turmoil.

The one in the cage was no ordinary rmaid or so other insignificant monster, but a Demon King—a true Demon King!

“Tsk! Twelve million!” the red oni mask man clicked his tongue in displeasure.

“Thirteen point five million.” The fat man continued raising the bid.

“Fourteen million.” A third party joined the bidding!

Gradually, more people willing to throw around large sums appeared, and the auction hall, which had been a little quiet, slowly grew lively again.

Seizing the montum, the host loudly promoted the rarity of humanoid monsters, enthusiastically praising how those that were alive, tamable, intelligent, beautiful, and capable of serving as combat power were treasures seen only once in a thousand years.

“Guest Number 46 bids eighteen million!” the female host proclaid passionately. “Monsters like this have extrely long lifespans! Trendous strength! Her magic energy level reaches the eighth tier! If you take one ho and ta her properly, it’s entirely possible for her to help sustain a family’s legacy!”

“Twenty million! No one fight for it!”

“You bastards—are you really going this far for a broken rmaid?!” the red oni mask man shouted hoarsely. “I bid twenty million and one hundred thousand!”

“Twenty-one million!”

The scene beca chaotic once more. Bids of tens of millions were shouted out, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heated.

The host maintained her smile. This rmaid slave was the grand finale—her internal magic energy level alone started at the eighth tier.

Eighth tier. A top-tier combat power that even their boss found tempting. Unfortunately, this rmaid would rather die than submit and was extrely difficult to ta, and there also seed to be so ominous curse on her body.

Not only was her innate eighth-tier strength completely unusable, but anyone who stayed too close to her would fall into a strange state—becoming unwilling to do anything, wanting only to eat, drink, and sleep.

If their boss hadn’t sohow acquired a special set of ancient-script anti-magic shackles, it would have been difficult to even put this rmaid into a cage and push her out to be sold.

Inside the auction hall.

Vieya appeared to be chatting idly with Aislin, but her attention was entirely fixed on the Demon King in the cage.

Many years ago, they had briefly crossed paths on the sea’s surface. The rmaid Demon King had left an exceptionally deep impression on her—not only because of her overwhelming combat ability in ocean territory, but also that affinity almost like a monster girl’s.

If Vieya hadn’t kept the Holy Sword almost constantly at hand back then, she would never have noticed anything amiss.

If Flaviel could evade all perception and accompany Vieya for more than ten years under the guise of a human mage thanks to racial talent and all sorts of powerful thods combined—

then the rmaid Demon King had deceived Vieya’s hawk-like eyes back then relying solely on her innocent appearance and peaceful sense of closeness.

“So what exactly did you go through during those years you disappeared, to end up like this?”

Vieya thought absentmindedly.

Her junior sister probably asked her to bid on this rmaid because she knew her true identity... tch, this just got troubleso.

“After the auction ends, shall I take you all out for dinner before we head back to the Elven Royal Court together?” Aislin asked casually. But when she noticed the white-haired little girl staring blankly into space, she reached out and flicked her forehead.

Thump!

“......”

Vieya ca back to herself, turned her head, and asked with a dark, quiet gaze, “Is there sothing else?”

“Are we eating together later?” Aislin asked.

“If you’re paying, I’ll go.” Vieya paused, then added, “And it depends on whether Yuelong and the others have ti. There are so things I want to ask her in person.”

“No problem.” With the task successfully completed, Aislin agreed easily.

“Save ......”

“?”

Vieya suddenly froze and tilted her head slightly. “Aislin, did you just hear a cry for help?”

“A cry for help?”

Aislin twitched the ears hidden beneath her hat and shook her head. “No. Did you hear so strange sound?”

“......”

Vieya silently shook her head, shifting her gaze back to the rmaid on the central stage. Her erald-green eyes were clear and tranquil, as if waiting for sothing.

“Save ... my kin......”

The rmaid’s vacant blue eyes suddenly regained a hint of light. From afar, through the countless boiling voices, she looked toward the sli girl’s position.

Their eyes t.

A pleasant yet hoarse voice echoed in Vieya’s mind. “Please, save . My kin. I don’t want to fall into their hands.”

Vieya did not answer. Instead, she looked with interest at the rmaid Demon King in the cage.

The number of bids in the auction gradually decreased. The price had already reached a terrifying fifty million gold coins, and there were very few people who could produce that much at once.

Seeing that the one she pleaded with remained unresponsive for so long, the light in the rmaid’s eyes faded again.

She could sense that sa-origin resonance within the other’s soul—the resonance belonging to a Demon King... A newly born Demon King? To be able to hide among humans like this—impressive.

She wanted to ask which seat the other belonged to, but her exhausted body and soul could no longer support another covert transmission.

“Isabella, how did you end up in such a state?” Vieya rested her chin on one hand from the high guest seats. “One of the Seven Demon Kings reduced to a prisoner. How pitiful.”

“......”

The rmaid was startled.

“What? Do you need my help?”

“You... which Demon King are you?” Isabella forced out the question with the last bit of strength in her body.

“That’s none of your concern. In short, I can buy you, but what can you give in return? After all, the seven Demon Kings aren’t allies—we’re competitors. One mountain cannot hold two tigers. I have no obligation to help you.”

Isabella took a breath. “What do you want?”

“I want everything you have.”

Vieya smiled faintly, resting her face in her hand, speaking plainly.

“To , the greatest joy in life is putting my enemies at my side to serve .”

Isabella: ......

“Well? Decide and blink. I can get you out. Look at those humans—now that you’ve lost your authority, if you fall into their hands, your end will surely be miserable.”

Isabella, “You... who exactly are you?”

Vieya, “Don’t ask so much. Submission or dignity?”

Choosing submission ant acknowledging this white-haired little girl as her master. Choosing dignity ant being bought by those humans later and trampled until not a shred of dignity remained.

Isabella breathed, her choice already made.

“Master... please save .”

“Little Vieya, your smile just now was really creepy,” Aislin said, rubbing the goosebumps on her arms.

“Was it?” Vieya rubbed her cheeks and smiled. “Aislin, I want to buy the monster in that cage.”

As she spoke, she raised the bidding paddle in her hand.

“One hundred million gold coins.”

The entire auction hall fell silent.

The people who had been fighting fiercely just monts ago stared in disbelief at the white-haired little girl holding up the paddle.

“No one else bidding?” Vieya asked the crowd, speaking in place ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) of the host.

“I bid one hundred million and one hundred thousand!” a chubby guest raised his paddle, though his hand was trembling.

A smile curved Vieya’s lips. She stood up from her seat and said lightly,

“Two hundred million.”

The words drifted down softly, yet pressed on everyone’s hearts like a massive mountain.

The crowd stood dumbfounded. Even Aislin was stunned by the speed of the price increase. Only after the host finished the ten-second countdown and struck the gavel did they snap back to their senses.

Dazed.

Later, whenever those who attended this auction spoke of it again, their words were always tinged with confusion and awe.

They couldn’t understand why the master of the Holy Sword, who suppressed all demons, would throw away gold coins enough to buy a dium-sized city just to save this dying Demon King. But what they could not deny was that among the sparks capable of calming the chaotic age, the largest one was held firmly in the Holy Sword’s master’s hand.

At this mont, in the silent auction hall, Vieya left the guest seats and walked step by step toward the stage.

Under the gazes of countless guests, in the brief mont the host was stunned, she arrived before the cage and split the iron restraints with a single sword strike.

Isabella collapsed to the ground, utterly bewildered. Why... why would this Demon King wield the Holy Sword? Why wasn’t she being repelled? And why was she saving ?

Vieya sheathed her sword, completely unafraid of exposing her identity. She looked at the host beside her, whose forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and smiled.

“Alright, she’s mine now... Also, please bring the key used to unlock the Chains of Heaven on her body.”