Torture the hero, why has the Demon King's castle collapsed again?

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The excited sounds faded into the night—in the distance, Grand Master Erwin, cleaning up the mess, hesitated, then suddenly remembered he'd forgotten to report something:

In order to locate the messenger that the handover person had released, Ota had already arrived at the border demon territory.

"Never mind, it's just a small matter." Erwin shook his head, looking at the night sky with some emotion.

"I wonder what kind of people made up that 'Border Library' that even a great scholar like Astrid was willing to submit manuscripts to."

Frowning, Erwin grew worried: "I've heard that the manuscripts published by the Border Library are all a bit perverse... Could it be that the other party has clicked with the Astrid scholars' radio waves?"

"No, we can't let our guard down yet."

After thinking for a moment, Erwin decided to send another alert to the border:

"Fan fiction and dogs are not allowed!"

……

The pitch-black night enveloped the kingdom's borders.

As a messenger landed on the edge of the dark territory, the dormant demonic energy in a corner of the border gradually came alive.

In the spacious tent at the very center, the paper demon clan's chieftain, Golden Paper Demon, entered, holding a note, and said in a joyful tone:

"Professor Hearst! Things are getting better... Even the humans are responding to our essay contest and submitting their work!"

Inside the tent was a sleek, business-style long table. A man with curly brown hair and a somewhat gloomy demeanor looked up, adjusted his thin-rimmed glasses (which gave him a scholarly air), and said with displeasure:

"How many times have I told you, you have to call me President Hearst!"

This human, who lives deep in the border demon territory, is none other than the runaway third prince, Hearst.

Before the paper demons could reply, the black knight Sil rolled his eyes: "It's Professor Hearst again, and President Hearst again, Prince, you really have a lot of tricks up your sleeve..."

Hearst adjusted his glasses again and said in a deep voice, "Perhaps in a few years, you will have to call me Hearst the Immortal!"

“…Have you forgotten your last name, Prince Hearst?” Sear thought to himself.

"In short, it's a good thing to receive submissions from enthusiastic human creators." Hearst seamlessly continued the conversation, a hint of relief appearing on his tired face:

"This shows that our Border Archives has begun to make an impact, and we want to thank this enthusiastic friend who contributed the article."

"To avoid discouraging them, I'll make an exception this time," President Hearst said with a slight smile.

"No matter how badly the article is written, I'm prepared to finish it..."

As the slip of paper in his hand slowly unfolded, Hearst's smile froze when his gaze fell upon the words on it.

"Ota x Hearst - My Cunning, Cold, and Arrogant Younger Brother?"

Chapter 87 Cute is Justice!!!

The contents, written in black and white, unfolded before my eyes line by line—

Hearst gave a wicked smile, and with his long-held grudge, his hands fell upon his high and mighty elder brother. After this night, he was determined to drag him down from the throne...

Hearst's eyes widened in astonishment. His fingers trembled as he finished reading the letter, his face gradually turning a deep purplish-red. He tilted his head back, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage:

"What the hell is this thing in the trench?!"

Hearst crumpled the note in his hand into a ball and threw it out of the tent, his hands trembling with anger.

He considered himself professionally trained and wouldn't scoff at even the worst manuscript, but at this moment, all he wanted to do was roar angrily to the heavens:

"This is a provocation! The biggest provocation the Border Library has ever faced since its inception!!!"

"I'm going to send the author razor blades!!!"

Beside him, the Black Knight Sir was somewhat puzzled. Was the submission really that bad?

He smiled amiably, walked to the tent, picked it up casually, and lectured his prince:

"Your Highness, you are still too intolerant... As I just said, this is the first submission. Regardless of how well it is written, there's no need to be so..."

Siel chuckled inwardly at Prince Hearst's naiveté, then looked down and a passage on the note caught his eye:

"Hurst's loyal black hound, Knight Sear's eyes burned with intense jealousy... He is the only one who can be Prince Heurst's dog!"

With a swift movement, Sir drew his longsword, his face icy cold, emanating a palpable killing intent.

“Your Highness, you are still too lenient… Please send me this sword.”

"Also, uh, President Hearst. I just received news that on the human side, the goddess's will seems to have descended upon Princess Kalia..."

After glancing at Hearst, the Golden Paper Demon cautiously dropped another bombshell.

"goddess?!"

Syl looked on in astonishment.

The tent fell silent immediately.

The Golden Paper Demon recounted the information he knew at the long table, while inside the tent, Hearst murmured softly, his dark eyes filled with unspoken words:

“Goddess…Lia…Bunny ears…Royal…”

Syl sensed the heavy atmosphere and stood to the side, holding his breath, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: Prince Ota's sister had actually received the will of the goddess. Regardless of whether the news was true or false, it was a heavy blow to the rebellious third prince.

Ota's power will be further consolidated. Prince Hearst, whose strength was already unequal to that of the royal family, must now be thinking about how to maneuver and scheme against them in the shadows, and step by step, in the midst of bloodshed, reclaim the throne of the Kingdom of Kur...

Looking up, Hearst pondered for a long time before saying:

"Sier, do you think we should jump on this bandwagon and immediately release a new type of figurine with white rabbit ears?"

"Hands my foot!!!"

Syl was shocked: "So all you've been thinking about after all this time is how to expand the market? Have you forgotten what your main business is?! Is being a prince hindering your wealth?!"

Hearst put down his quill:

“Sier, all this time, the traps we've set with our figurines and comics haven't had any effect on Ota... What do you think is the reason?”

Sill paused, looking at Hearst's thoughtful face, swallowed hard, and cautiously guessed:

"Could it be that Prince Ota has already seen through our conspiracy?"

Hearst shook his head: "If he had already discovered that I was the mastermind behind the Border Library, the Royal Knights would probably be here by now..."

Syl's heart skipped a beat, and an unbelievable thought popped into his head: "Could it be that there's a mole among us?!"

Hearst glanced at Syl with surprise: "We've allied with the demons. Are you implying that you're the traitor, or am I?"

"Ahem, my mistake."

Syl coughed to cover his embarrassment:

"What else could it be? Bad luck? Something went wrong somewhere? Or were there other criminal forces thwarting our plans?"

"neither."

Hearst's messy curly hair swayed slightly as he looked up, his deep-set eyes revealing unwavering certainty: "There can only be one reason why our plans have failed—and that is—"

“That is…?” Sir asked hopefully.

With his arms outstretched, Hearst said with a serious expression, "The characters we designed aren't cute enough!"

"what?"

"A character that isn't cute enough won't appeal to Otto! You think all we crave are cute faces, revealing clothes, and big bombs? Wrong, you're all wrong!"

"Cuteness is the soul of a character!!!"

Hearst spoke with righteous indignation, his eyes gleaming with unwavering ideals and beliefs.

Standing to the side, Hill was deeply moved by the sight and, speechless, voiced his opinion:

Are you fucking crazy?

“Syl, your awareness still needs improvement…” Hearst glanced at him with displeasure and reprimanded him sternly, “So, you can be considered one of my adorable knights?!”

"What the hell is 'Cute Knight'?! I'm the Black Knight! The Iron-Blooded Black Knight!"

Sear now strongly suspects that Prince Hearst, whom he rescued seven times during the night of the rebellion, had actually suffered a brain injury somewhere.

"In short, there's no need to rush; those previous plans are now obsolete..."

A cold glint flashed in Hearst's eyes: "The real plan was laid out years ago."

"As long as the technology of the border demons breaks through again... everything will be easily achieved—that is a trap that Prince Ota absolutely cannot refuse and will gladly accept."

"She will truly eliminate any possibility of Ota ascending to the throne."

……

The warm sunlight pierced through a small window in the dark clouds, casting its rays onto the dark ground.

Before the magnificent city gate, the old man guarding the gate was comfortably basking in the sun on a recliner, watching in the distance a quiet maid sweeping fallen leaves with a broom by the tree, and canine creatures chasing and playing with their prey in the forest.

Everything seemed peaceful, provided... the main character in the arena wasn't a demon.

"Awooo—!!!" A shrill scream exploded in the dark forest along with the blood mist. The canine-like magical beast, carrying its prey, threw the gigantic porcupine magical beast, which was dozens of times its own size, at the city gate, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Hmph, trash monster." Jumping off the boar's body, a pair of spotless white feet landed on the ground.

The canine-like monster transformed into a young girl with spiraling horns, dressed in a pure white Lolita dress adorned with elegant violet embroidery, exuding youthful energy. The Third Demon, Migo, tossed her twin ponytails and muttered to herself:

"My strength has recovered somewhat... It's almost enough."

Turning her head, she called out to the maid not far away, "Hey, Fim! We've almost finished our food supplies for the month, wanna play with me?"

In the woods, the zombie maid paused slightly, the large bow on her back catching her eye. She turned around, the hem of her petite and adorable maid outfit swirling in waves, her misty, empty gray-green eyes seeming to be deep in thought.

“Now, something’s come up.” The Ninth Demon, Fim, shook his head, then nodded.

"This afternoon is fine."

Upon receiving the reply, Migo's skirt unfurled like a flower, and in the next instant, she vanished from the spot like a phantom.

"Ahem, cough!"

From the mound of earth beside the monster's corpse, the eighth demon, the demon sword Apophis, emerged.

"Xiao Mi is getting more and more active... Ah, it's so good to be young."

Apophis shook his head helplessly, lifted the deck chair that was covered in dust again, and aimed it at the sunlight that seemed to have opened a small window in the clouds.

Since that rain, the hole in the clouds has been like a wound, taking many days to heal and close up to this extent.