22: Chapter 21: Fate Doesn’t Favor Diavolo At All!
22: Chapter 21: Fate Doesn’t Favor Diavolo At All!
Chapter 21: Fate Doesn’t Favor Diavolo At All!
Hearing the question, Roswaal snapped back to reality.
He let out a low chuckle, a composure assured of absolute victory hidden deep beneath his heterochromatic eyes behind his makeup.
Having just encountered that bizarre, invisible attack so reminiscent of the Devil of Melancholy, he had lost his composure for a split second.
By the time he regained his senses, the enemy had already closed the distance; the physical destruction of his body was now a sealed certainty.
However, he had long buried layer upon layer of contingency plans.
Even if he died here, the measures laid out on the outside would still drive Natsuki Subaru into a corner with nowhere left to turn.
In other words, Natsuki Subaru triggering a time rewind was an inevitable outcome.
With this thought in mind, Roswaal spoke up slowly: “Ohohoho, how truly fascinating~ Subaru-kun, the two maids of my mansion possess no small degree of strength, yet they couldn’t even survive a single blow at your hands.
What, pray tell, was that bizarre ability of yours just now?” He didn’t answer Diavolo’s question.
Instead, as if holding his own life and death in utter disregard, he stared at Diavolo with deep, cryptic meaning.
In the next second, as if realizing he had misspoke, he promptly changed his tune: “Oh, no, no, no, no, I almost forgot.
The one controlling this body right now isn’t Subaru-kun, is it?” “What?!” These words almost triggered Diavolo into strangling Roswaal to death on the spot, but in the end, he reined himself in.
Acting as if he hadn’t noticed Diavolo’s murderous expression, Roswaal continued: “Other entity…
your strength is indeed formidable.
Perhaps I was far too careless, or perhaps I was far too curious.
However, none of that matters anymore.” Roswaal’s gaze hardened, as though peering through Diavolo, who was piloting the body, to look directly at Subaru hidden in the depths of his consciousness.
“Subaru-kun…
I know you are in there.
You should be able to hear what I’m saying, right?” Roswaal scanned the surroundings; the mansion’s courtyard had already been rendered unrecognizable.
Blood splattered everywhere, dust swirling in the air.
He turned back, locking his eyes on Subaru: “The various circumstances today were clearly caused by you.” “Perhaps my intelligence was mistaken and you truly aren’t a spy.
But Rem, Ram, and the common folk of my domain…” “The former are pitiable, the latter are innocent.
It was you…
you were the one who destroyed their home!” Just as Roswaal raised his hand, intending to do something— BANG!
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!
The primed and ready King Crimson struck out instantly.
“MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA—MUDA!” How could Diavolo possibly allow him any extra room to move?
And Roswaal seemed to have anticipated this outcome long ago, yet he had no time to construct any defense—nor could he defend against it.
Naturally, he hadn’t intended to defend either.
His body was covered by invisible fists in an instant.
King Crimson possessed rank A in both Power and Speed, more than capable of killing any ordinary human, including fragile mages like him.
In just a few seconds, Roswaal was beaten beyond recognition, collapsing to his knees.
Yet Diavolo didn’t stop.
He was deeply irritated by Roswaal’s words just now, and even more wary of this so-called Margrave.
This was a person who actually knew of his existence.
Furthermore, he acted as though he had prepared backup plans all along.
This attitude of acting as if he held everything in the palm of his hand made Diavolo utterly disgusted.
The barrage of strikes continued relentlessly until Roswaal was pounded into a lump of minced meat before Diavolo finally put his mind slightly at ease.
This sudden attack left Subaru inside the body completely dumbfounded.
They were talking completely fine—how did the guy suddenly explode into pieces?
For a moment, he didn’t know what had just transpired.
However, he understood that this Margrave harbored nothing but ill intent.
“Boss, what did that clown Margrave mean just now?
Could it be that things aren’t over yet?
Why did he have that look of holding absolute victory?
It’s so frustrating to look at!” “And what did he mean by saying I destroyed their home and got innocent civilians killed?!
What does any of that have to do with me?!
I’m clearly the victim here!” “Most importantly, how did he know about your existence, Boss?!” By now, Subaru had mostly adjusted to these bloody scenes.
After all, as long as he remained conscious, he could vividly feel every single move made when Diavolo took control of the body.
Right now, the only thing that would likely cause him discomfort was if he had to kill someone with his own hands.
“It is likely not over.
You saw the situation just now—it was extremely bizarre.” “Their behavior didn’t look like they were planning to eliminate us at all, nor did it look like they were probing our trump cards.
It felt more like they purely came here to throw their lives away.” In Diavolo’s view, although these people could use magic, they gave him only two impressions.
Bizarre.
And arrogant.
Bizarre in the senselessness of their actions.
Arrogant in a way that was better described as having no brains.
Take that maid Rem, for instance.
From Diavolo’s perspective, she had zero intelligence on him and hadn’t even probed him before daring to rush straight in and attack.
What was that supposed to be?
Confidence in her own strength?
Clearly, her emotions had taken over her head.
However, even so, Diavolo remained incomparably cautious, only taking action once Roswaal made his appearance.
He had thought that anyone who could become a Margrave in an alternate world was bound to be a formidable figure.
Yet what he hadn’t expected was that these people were surprisingly easy to kill.
They couldn’t even compare to Elsa.
Especially the master of the mansion, Roswaal—it was as if he had specifically stepped out just to die.
Stepping out was one thing, but he did nothing, revealed no intelligence, and simply watched his own maids die.
When Diavolo walked toward him, he still did nothing, looking as though he had prepared for death long ago.
It was strange beyond measure.
From last night until now, everything had been exceedingly bizarre.
“As for how he came to know of my existence, and why he said those final words to you…
that is something I still need to ponder carefully.” “Of course, although this journey to the mansion was fraught with extreme danger, we have gathered crucial intelligence.
Once we are safe, a brief review should allow us to roughly understand our current predicament.” Diavolo already had a vague inkling regarding everything that had transpired.
“Speaking of which…
yeah, I noticed something was wrong too.” “Especially that clown Margrave, with all that talk about the Witch’s stench and the Witch Cult…” “Boss, you’re right.
It seems we really have been dragged into a massive crisis.
Yesterday…
should I have just not followed Emilia here?” Subaru’s tone turned downcast, thinking that if it weren’t for him, there wouldn’t be so many troubles.
“There is no need to be down, brat.
Since you have come to an alternate world, you should naturally do whatever you want.
Even if you hadn’t come here, these people wouldn’t have let you off the hook either.” “The only thing that concerns me is…
when exactly did these bastards lock their sights on you?” Diavolo’s mind snapped to Emilia in an instant.
That half-elf.
Yesterday, when wandering around looking for the thief with Emilia, the reactions and behavior of the surrounding people made the special nature of half-elves in this world blatantly obvious.
Half-elves…
were the symbol of evil.
Diavolo had grasped the key point, and Subaru was naturally no fool either.
He began to wonder again.
If he hadn’t made contact with Emilia, would there be far fewer troubles?
Subaru was just such a person—inferior, yet arrogant.
Following that, Diavolo began his inspection, taking the opportunity to share some of his experience with Subaru.
“Brat, it’s about time.
These bastards should be dead through and through.
But what I want to tell you is that even if the enemy has fallen, you can never drop your guard.
Next, I will ensure that they are dead without a shadow of a doubt.” After all.
In the JoJo world, he had suffered catastrophic losses.
More than ten years ago, he had beaten Polnareff—who possessed a basic, plain Stand—to such an extent, yet Polnareff didn’t die.
He had punched through Bucciarati’s chest and cut him in half, yet Bucciarati didn’t die either.
He had impaled Abbacchio’s chest, yet Abbacchio held onto his last breath long enough to project his mugshot.
There was no way out.
Anyone in his shoes would have been helpless.
Fate didn’t favor Diavolo at all!