The Saint and The Devil of Another World! Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Unholy alliance!

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A pillar of divine radiance exploded across the alleyway. The ground cracked. Nearby windows shattered instantly. And Hermann Blackfang Bloodedge the Fourth— Former ruler of demonkind— collapsed face-first onto the pavement like a dying fish. Smoke rose from his body. “…H-Holy Goddess…” I whispered. The Demon King twitched once. Then twice. “…Ow.” He slowly pushed himself upward. Still smoking. “…That hurt.” …What? Hermann rubbed his face silently before staring at his own burned hand. For the first time since meeting him— his expression became serious. Not playful. Not relaxed. Serious. “…Interesting.” A cold feeling ran down my spine. The Demon King looked directly at me. “…No ordinary priest could injure me this badly.” My body froze. Even the air suddenly felt heavier. “…Even weakened,” he murmured quietly, “there are only a handful of humans left capable of harming me.” His eyes narrowed slightly, His white eye glowing. “Excluding the heroes who have defeated me…” Then— unexpectedly— He went closer to me So close I realize how tall he was he smiled. Not mockingly. But almost… relieved. “…So the Saintess is still alive after all.” … No. No no no no. Run. My body moved instantly. I turned sharply toward the main street— Only for a hand to suddenly grab my wrist. Firm. Not painful. But impossible to escape. “Let go of me!” “You’ll be in trouble if you go there.” “I do not particularly care!” “That is a lie.” The Demon King sighed tiredly. Still smoking slightly from the holy blast. “…Saintess.” “Do not call me that.” “Then Holy spell dispenser 9000.” “What is THAT supposed to mean?!” Hermann ignored my outrage completely. Instead, his gaze shifted toward the streets I tried to use as an escape plan. the distant whistles slowly echoing closer. “The guards are already searching for us,” he said calmly. “…!” “And despite your surprisingly destructive personality, I do not believe you actually wish to become a public incident tonight.” “Yea genius, that’s why I’m running away.” “I thought it was the revelation that the enemy of humanity is in your eyes.” “Hype yourself all you want but I am out of here goodbye and lets never meet again.” I tried pulling my wrist away again. Failed. How was he this strong while weakened?! “…Let me go.” “You will run.” “Yes!” “Then what?” “What do you mean"what"? I don’t want to be near you ever!” Hermann sighed. “…You are remarkably troublesome for a holy woman.” “And you are the DEMON KING.” “A former Demon King.” “THAT DOESN'T HELP, WE. ARE. ENEMIES.” The whistles grew louder. Closer now. Several voices echoed faintly through the streets. “This way!” “Search the district!” Hermann clicked his tongue softly. “…Listen carefully.” His expression lost all humor. And suddenly, I could see it. The eyes of the ruler who once stood against the entire world. “…If you continue being an uncooperative ass,” he said quietly, “Then both of us will be captured within the hour.” “You can’t run that far.” “And I'm too injured to save the day.” … “…You know that already.” “tsk.” unfortunately, He was correct. I hated when demons were correct. “…I should kill you,” I whispered weakly. “Hm.” “To be clear,” I continued, “this is not personal.” “That would be disappointing.” “…What?” “You would be the first Saintess to attempt murdering me without personal conviction.” “I have enough of it though?!” “Then use that. Why be so professional and callous?” “OH BOY I JUST WANT TO CAST ANOTHER HOLY LIGHT!” “Anyway, calm down. I need your help.” I took several deep breaths. Think, Elaine. Think properly. The guards were searching. The official from the café had influence. And somehow, through divine punishment or cosmic cruelty- The only person remaining beside me was the former Demon King himself. “Do you know what a honey trap is?” What’s that supposed to mean? “No?” “So here is what you're gonna do while I take them out from the shadows….” [Whisper whisper whisper] Smoke rises in my head. “This better work, you bastard…”