After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 343 - 86: Live for Yourself

Chapter 343: Chapter 86: Live for Yourself

The tavern... This place looked very much like a tavern, but there were many glowing glass decorations forming letters around it. Furthermore, it was quieter compared to the noisy taverns of many other races.

"It seems this place is called a bar, a high-end bar... People in this world seem to care a lot about whether they can have a *silent* but *not lonely* place. This is where lonely people gather for warmth."

Raphael, sitting next to Tipcapu, said this while placing her chest on the counter in front of her, quietly drinking her wine. Tipcapu blinked his eyes and attempted to drink the wine the bartender had pushed over.

The taste of the strong alcohol was much richer than the wine brewed in the Demon King Territory, with a slightly sweet and sour flavor.

To be honest, Tipcapu didn’t like drinking very much, so he only had a taste and didn’t continue. The bartender saw this and immediately brought a sparkling wine... non-alcoholic sparkling wine.

"Our world also has many lonely people."

Tipcapu said, looking at his hand, and speaking to Raphael: "Many people are not understood by others, so they feel trust toward those who can understand their persistence... Loving what I love, that’s exactly so."

*Lonely? It seemed to be indeed so.*

*But none of this mattered to Raphael anymore.*

"Yila must be the same, right? His persistence."

To Raphael’s words, Tipcapu shook his head and said: "I don’t really know. Master Yila’s dreams and persistence, I’ve heard of them... but that’s not something I need to consider."

"Master Yila acknowledged my dreams, acknowledged that succubi didn’t necessarily have to do what succubi were supposed to do. It’s normal that I unconditionally acknowledge Master Yila, because I am his maid."

Tipcapu said this, seeming to have a strong sense of belonging and acceptance of his own identity.

"------"

In the silence, Raphael pondered the source of Tipcapu’s pride and happiness... but he was destined not to find an answer. Just as Tipcapu followed Yila, he also followed God.

*But there was no sense of emotion or acceptance in his heart, only guilt.*

*Just like the guilt he felt toward this male succubus in front of him.*

"Sorry."

Not understanding the source of Tipcapu’s pride, Raphael said this. With his head lowered, he apologized: "I bear an unshakable responsibility for your death. Involving the innocent was not my original intention."

Of course, if one asked Raphael whether he had regrets, he naturally had no regrets.

Although he felt apologetic, if Raphael were to do it all over again, he wouldn’t fear nor back down. Even if it meant reaching the same conclusion as now, he would make the same choices.

Even though he now had to say sorry.

"Ah? Well... no, you don’t need to apologize to me."

Tipcapu, after a brief pause, responded. He hadn’t expected Raphael to say this, but he replied: "Actually, Raphael, you’ve always been quite upright, not very detestable."

Despicable enemies were actually quite common, but Raphael clearly did not fall into that category.

Rather than "despicable," Raphael, as an enemy, did not feel like a mortal enemy but rather like a "battle" itself, a fight agreed upon in time and place, single-handedly approached.

"Moreover, even if I’m dead, I can still speak like this, still eat. It’s just that I can no longer interact with the Main Plane... and I can’t continue being Master Yila’s maid."

Tipcapu said this, patting his chest, and he smiled and tilted his head, saying: "But I think this is better than truly dying... Don’t you think so, Miss Raphael?"

"....."

Miss Raphael...

"Miss Raphael?"

At Tipcapu’s repeated questioning, Raphael, accepting the title "Miss Raphael," thought for a bit before nodding and agreeing with Tipcapu’s view: "Probably. However, this way, the soul cannot reincarnate."

Miss Raphael said this as she supported her heavy chest with her hand and said plainly, "Souls are reincarnated into different races, each person experiencing the life they need to experience and then dying... The soul then returns to the World Tree."

As she spoke slowly, Raphael realized the inconveniences of such a body structure but still insisted on maintaining this posture, saying: "This is the essence of world maintenance. Even if the world itself is far from what it once was."

"Admittedly, even if just like this, like us being intercepted, it doesn’t have a big impact on the world. But if at some point, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, then reincarnation would collapse."

"That would cause a disaster of world-destruction."

After discussing a bunch of principles that Tipcapu didn’t understand, Raphael sighed and with her trembling body maintaining a righteous and sacred posture, it seemed as if she was speaking to herself: "However, this has nothing to do with me anymore."

"....."

Although Tipcapu didn’t quite understand, he still realized... Rafael meant that Master Yila’s ability was somewhat against the rules and could potentially lead to disaster.

But in his view...

"Reincarnation collapse... I don’t really understand these things, I just know..."

Tipcapu said this with shining eyes, something that Raphael had always lacked. The cute succubus, under the other’s gaze, said: "Sometimes, Master Yila still needs my power. He will call on me, and I can fight for him."

Yes, Yila often still needed Tipcapu to control the "Placeholder Wing Column" for Void Travel.

"I like this very much. From the moment I was born... I have always been doing things I like, things that everyone likes, so I don’t care what happens to the ’world.’ I only care about those around me."

Tipcapu drank his sparkling wine; he looked very composed. Looking into Raphael’s bewildered eyes, he said: "Sister Raphael, my ’care’ is just for ’myself.’ because I live just for myself... I can sense you are the opposite of me."

At this point, Tipcapu didn’t continue... because from a value standpoint, if he said any more, his words would no longer be so polite but would turn into accusations.

Tipcapu didn’t like that.

"....."

"For..."

Raphael muttered, looking at Tipcapu’s proud expression, an expression he never showed... Ironically, his expression always seemed to carry deep, bitter resentment.

"Living for oneself...?"

.....

Raphael couldn’t help but question himself. During his long life, had there ever been a time... when he truly lived for himself instead of "mission" or "duty"?

But he couldn’t find it.

.....

Ah, wait, he found it.

It was...

When he was eating noodles with Yila, from that moment on...

Raphael truly lived for himself.

.....

He couldn’t find it, but she found it.

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Thank you, Yila.

——Raphael