[El's POV: ]
Lucy had a simple task with this pig.
Skinning him.
Yup.
Well, he was hesitating with this thing, but I couldn't do it as good as this bastard.
He was the best chef I had seen and the way he cooked, mumm~.
Well, so, he knew how to do this thing better than me.
I didn't want to take any risk and kill him earlier than I had planned, so I sacrificed another
He didn't like the torture thing but, when the most precious thing like a wish was on the line, he had no choice but to do it.
'Well, he had an advantage this time, and I was falling behind.'
If he gets more than me, many things will have to change as I knew the one suffering from not being able to do anything to the other between us… was him.
Thanks to his special mental fortitude, he was holding so well that even I would be mistaken.
'But, thanks to this link skill connecting us, I knew very well just how much this darling of mine was suffering.'
So, when the time comes to use these wishes, we will have many things to do for each other.
He was wild but well, I was no pushover.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!"
I winced at the agonizing cries of that despicable swine and snapped back to reality.
I was having some pleasant fantasies about riding my darling and... well, I was back.
His wooden sword, the artifact that we scammed from my innocent little golden roulette, was extremely sharp. Despite being a wooden sword, I knew it could even cut the table made entirely of mithril that we tied this piece of disgusting trash to.
Mithril is a unique metal in this world, some of the rare ones when speaking on the overall scale of the Worldline, and relatively uncommon and precious on this planet. But...
'Who the hell uses something like that as a torture table?!
That was a precious metal, for god's sake!'
Something that can be a good material for my twin sword was just before our eyes and there was no way I was going to let this thing be here!
I will even give this brother of mine something from this big slab of metal but, this wasn't particularly his type.
Mithril, due to its lightweight nature, is usually used to create lighter weapons. On the contrary, he favors heavier weapons that can be handled with ease.
The wooden sword he wields, which appears to be as light as an actual wooden sword, weighs over fifty kilograms.
And he still uses it with one hand like it is nothing but an actual wooden sword.
That was some crazy mastery of his freaking weapon!
Well, that was the reason he was skinning this bastard, hehe.
"Ahhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaa! Nooooooo!"
The screams this bastard was giving were now dull, hump, showing he was at his limit just after that small amount of his leg, hand, stomach, and face skin was 'gently' sliced out of his pig-like body.
Well, this skinning was not as gruesome as what I had done to this bastard... like I genuinely made a cactus out of him multiple times and it was fun seeing those deep holes heal out.
But he, my little cute baby, was only removing some initial part of that pig's skin that was just before the pain receptors and that bastard had almost passed out so this was not much fun anymore.
He wasn't bleeding from this one, but the pain he might be feeling was greater than being pierced and made into a cactus.
This was something...
"Hehehehe..." that I looooooved~.
Hmmm~. Such a sweet thing.
Seeing my darling skin a pig.
I knew I wouldn't be able to see such a thing many times, and I don't think I'm going to use a wish for something like this again, so I was enjoying this moment very much~.
There was a way to record this thing, but... we weren't some psychopaths.
We, no, I liked torture.
At this moment, this cute brother of mine was doing his best to redirect his emotion to something different.
He was doing this because I asked him to.
The wish was one thing, but he was here just because I wanted.
He was a fool to do anything I asked him but, well; we were already lost cause for many things.
Not as a human, at least.
I considered us some of the most humanly people possible.
Doing things you liked, loved, craved, or desperately wanted while staying within those fucked up self-restricted boundaries was a difficult thing.
This was something many humans couldn't do, but we did that.
Except for those weird sides of us, we were just as normal as any human can be.
Well, something complicated like that was not something I wanted to think about right now.
My attention was focused on my darling.
There were tears in his eyes.
In the dark room, before the fire burning on both sides of this room, his blue eyes were painting his innocent tears blue tears in a dirty color of dried blood.
Our eyes were glowing because of the Mana and the effects of the crown skill that was actually active right now.
Though it was a passive thing, when used during something like this where we really had to act like an overlord, our eyes glowed mystically.
This was a beautiful sight, and I knew just how gems like these things looked, but, well, those very gems were now making the tears of my beloved look like blood...
Blood tears?
'No.'
I would do anything in my power to not make this Lucifer of mine cry.
He didn't... this world wasn't worthy of receiving his tears.
Not until we got to the academy and the shit started to fuck up.
'Then, I wouldn't know what would happen to us, or this world.'
Well, there are many wells in this chapter.
-...
I know just how good I am at describing the shit that was going on right now.
I can explain how he was skinning him at the perfect level that only screams that begged for death were audible.
I can, but this wasn't my place to say this.
He was doing this, not me.
He was doing this because I wanted to skin this bastard before burning him and opening him up.
Well, I will be the narrator in that one but, not this time.
"Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
Yes. Those disgusting screams.
I didn't like them at all. But that expression of utter agony and dread was fuuuuuun~. Even more fun because my sweeeeeet darling was doing it.
I wanted to just start that burning thing but, after remembering the things he had confessed just some moments ago...
I wanted to do more than what I had thought.
This piece of trash demonic sinner deserved hell hellish than actual hell!
"Huuu..."
But then… I heard the last sigh of my dear brother.
"Thank you." I thanked him as he came back looking down with his tears held back, and tightly hugged me.
He was strong. Thankfully, I could handle this baby up and down.
"There, there. Sit here. You did well." I patted his head with a warm hand and brushed the lingering tears on the edges of his eyes and stood up after giving him a gentle forehead kiss.
Behind me was a bastard that was now devoid of the first layer of his body skin.
From his head... to the end of his toes.
I could see the blood vines and… all of this was healing at a visible rate so I had to hurry.
"Hehehe. Let's start stage three, you pig bastard~!"
He still had two hells ahead of him after this, huhuhu...