The Hero Kicked Me Out of His Party, So I Turned Him into My Maid - Chapter 6

“She really can’t listen to what’s coming next.”

Evelyn nodded.

Ariel looked over and saw that Mira was still breathing; she had clearly only lost consciousness and had not been killed by Evelyn.

…

If you really didn’t want Mira to hear it, you would have just made her dizzy.

This demon king’s personality… is somewhat similar to a girl I knew in a past life, with a touch of wickedness and a penchant for toying with others.

Evelyn folded her wings, stepped barefoot onto the path behind the mountain, and with a wave of her hand, the barrier protecting the mountain was instantly shrouded in a dark shadow.

Ariel appeared to be smiling, but was actually sweating profusely.

As expected of the strongest demon king, he can easily render the entire barrier temporarily ineffective.

This demon king can come and go as he pleases throughout almost the entire human territory…

“Ariel, I’ve come here to win you over…”

Ariel shook her head and said almost without thinking:

“I’m a useless piece of trash who was kicked out of the team. How could I possibly deserve the Demon King’s personal invitation…”

“No……”

Evelyn stood on tiptoe, her whole body firmly planted on a white daisy.

The white daisies weren’t crushed by Evelyn’s weight, and Evelyn seemed to enjoy it:

“Just as you said, you are a piece of trash. If you were in the Demon King’s army, you would only be cannon fodder to deceive humans with magic.”

“…”

Ariel was so angry she was grinding her teeth.

Having heard these words countless times in my past life over the past hundred years, I still find it hard to accept them in this life.

What do you mean by cannon fodder? With my cultivation level of the fifteenth level of Qi Refining in my previous life, defeating 20% ​​of the demon race wouldn’t be a problem, right?

Evelyn, pleased to see Ariel’s defiant expression and her readiness to attack her, smiled and changed the subject:

“However, I also know that you were ranked first when you entered the academy, and you are a genius recognized by the academy.”

“A fallen genius, and then dumped… forced to leave the team, you can imagine the resentment in your heart.”

Ariel didn’t say anything.

This demon king is probably trying to disrupt my emotions; I can’t fall for his tricks.

Getting carried away by emotions is the easiest way to lose your life.

Seeing that Ariel was surprisingly calm, Evelyn continued to press her advantage:

“I can also tell you that the lock on your maximum magic power is actually a curse called ‘Magic Lock’.”

“In this world, besides humans and demons, there are some reclusive races. This Demon Lock is a curse from one of these reclusive races.”

A curse? A reclusive race?

There are indeed many small races in this world that are unknown to humankind.

I even suspected it was a curse, and after searching through all the books in the college library, I found no record of it.

If they are indeed a reclusive race, then they are perhaps a race unknown to humankind, and the curses they possess are even more unknown to humankind.

“That……”

Ariel opened her cherry-like mouth, wanting to continue asking about the curse.

After all, this is why he’s called a good-for-nothing. Only by solving this problem can he finally hold his head high.

But to ask rashly would be tantamount to making a deal with the Demon King. As a human, there would be a risk of colluding with the demon race in the future. That would be a loss that outweighs the gain.

The president of her own club is very knowledgeable about curses, so she might know a little about them.

Furthermore, this is clearly not the Demon King’s objective. It’s better to remain calm here and try to extract information from the Demon King.

Ariel took Evelyn’s words to heart, but outwardly responded coldly:

“As a demon king, did you come all the way to the heart of the human realm to tell me these things?”

Evelyn sighed with her eyes closed and shrugged helplessly.

“I wanted to tell you more, but unfortunately I can’t.”

She secretly opened one eye to observe Ariel, who still seemed indifferent.

“Sigh… You’re quite composed. Let’s get down to business.”

“The me you saw in the grove just now, the one entwined with the hero, was actually an avatar of mine.”

Evelyn lightly touched the ground with her toes, spread her black wings, and gently bounced up, slowly landing in front of Ariel.

Ariel could smell Evelyn’s unique fragrance, and she felt as if she had unknowingly returned to the past.

Evelyn’s words swirled around Ariel, constantly striking her ears and echoing in her mind:

“I’ve gotten some interesting information. Apparently, the hero himself orchestrated everything!”

“?”

Ariel was somewhat dazed, feeling as if her body was sliding into a canyon.

“The hero knows that the other three team members like him. So he deliberately gets close to you to arouse their jealousy.”

“The hero feared your talent, so he had Shalina, who comes from a reclusive race, curse you.”

“The hero turned you into an annoying, useless piece of trash, so he finally instructed Karina to kick you out of the party.”

Brave?

Was it done by a hero?

Ariel covered her head, shaking it repeatedly, and slowly backed away, her voice hoarse as she whispered:

“Impossible! How can you prove that what you’re saying is true, and not that you’re trying to sow discord between me and the hero?”

A hero… shouldn’t be like this, right?

“So I stole a piece of the hero’s memory.”

Evelyn pushed her finger, and a memory was thus integrated into Ariel’s mind.

The hero was in his room at the stronghold, sitting on the bed, staring intently at the oak door, as if waiting for someone.

Finally, there was a knock on the door.

The hero deliberately pulled up his shirt, dragging the hem down to his chest, revealing his chest muscles, which were not yet fully developed.

He said lazily, “Please come in.”

The door opened, and Sharina eagerly stepped into the room.

Shalina’s wheat-colored skin was indeed quite different from the humans she usually saw.

She was wearing a blue and white striped vest with a high hem that revealed her entire stomach.

She wore shorts on her lower body, and the skin on her legs was reddish, probably because she had just taken a shower and come out of the warm bathwater.

When the hero saw Shalina, he feigned surprise, pulled down his clothes, and apologized repeatedly.

“Oh, it’s Sharina! I thought it was…”

When Sharina saw the hero’s upper body, which at least Erivil felt nothing about, her face flushed red. She continued staring at the hero’s upper body and said:

“Brian… Lord Brian, I… I accidentally…”

The hero smiled, walked up to Sharina, and put his arm around her waist.

Sharina enjoyed the hero’s caresses and sat on the bed with him.

The hero suddenly turned into a gloomy-faced man, sighing repeatedly.

Shalina quickly asked:

“Lord Brian, is something on your mind? I wonder if I, Shalina, can help you with something?”

The hero opened his mouth, but at first he didn’t speak. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly said:

“I need you, I need you, Shalina. Your tribe is skilled in curses, could you perhaps cast a curse on Arivil?”