After the Villainess Proposed to Me

“G-Great Witch Your Majesty…”

“P-Please, for the sake of my master the Enslavement Witch, show us some mercy and make an exception. I-I promise we won’t do it again next time.”

Though Litia’s claim to ownership of the slaves was absurd, no one present dared to point it out.

The slave masters, who had been so forceful with their slaves, now cowered in front of Litia’s rage.

Their faces turned ashen, and their strong bodies shook like leaves in the wind.

“Show you mercy?”

Litia’s cold smile revealed her stern authority.

Gone was the humiliating figure she had been when Wu Chen had spanked her earlier.

“Is your witch some kind of ‘mercy witch’? If I show you mercy, who’s going to show me any?”

The dark purple magic surged into a blazing fire, burning across the sky, as if it were releasing her pent-up power.

“I-I… y-you…”

Several slave masters collapsed to their knees, stammering, and in their extreme fear, they wet themselves.

“Sylvie, how should we deal with those who violate the rules in my territory?”

“Death.”

Sylvie responded with a single, calm, and ruthless word.

Because of their beauty, longevity, and eternal youth, the elves were often targeted by slave traders. Sylvie had no sympathy for such individuals.

“Very well!”

“I am someone who always keeps my promises, so please… go ahead and die!”

Litia lightly waved her fingers at the crowd.

There were no tragic wails, no desperate pleas or resistance, but the scene was even more bizarre.

The slave masters’ fear and will to survive gradually faded, and their eyes became vacant and confused.

Then, they pulled out their weapons—guns, daggers, staffs, or sharp blades—and drove them into their own bodies.

As crimson blood gushed, the bodies fell to the ground.

Litia showed no signs of intervening, allowing all the demon slave masters to commit suicide.

“Well, I’ll take your desire to survive… but the taste is a bit disappointing. As expected, the desires of demons are much weaker than those of humans, not tasty at all.”

Litia smacked her lips, lightly stroking her stomach as if she had just finished a satisfying meal.

Wu Chen watched the bizarre scene with calm indifference, used to it by now.

Back when he played the game, he had lost count of how many times Witch Litia had killed him in strange ways.

The method of inducing enemy suicide was one of Litia’s most frequently used tactics.

By absorbing and devouring their will to survive, she made them lose the desire to live, resulting in them ending their own lives.

The solution was simple: equip a cursed item that only a Goddess could purify, drastically boosting defense so that your attack power was far lower than your defense.

This way, suicide was impossible.

But even if you found a way to counter one of her methods, Litia had 9,999 other ways to toy with you.

So after finally defeating Litia, Wu Chen made sure to return the favor, using 9,999 methods to toy with her.

That’s what fairness is all about.

I came to the demon realm with only three things in mind: fairness! Fairness! And more damn fairness!

“E-Evil! You devil! Demon!”

The Demon of Machinery looked at the people that had just committed suicide, realizing that there was no way out for him in front of the Witch, the embodiment of terror and despair. He began cursing hysterically.

“Are you kidding? I’m a Witch, and you’re the real demons.”

Litia licked her cherry lips and walked step by step toward the Demon of Machinery.

“Y-You, don’t come closer—!!”

The Demon of Machinery screamed in despair.

“Ha, this is why I despise you demon dukes. Cowardly, weak, all that power, and yet you don’t know how to use it. Even the weakest human warriors have more courage than you!”

Litia looked at the Demon Duke with disdain.

“One million platinum coins.”

She walked up to the Demon of Machinery and lightly patted his metal-clad shoulder.

“W-Will you spare me if I offer one million platinum coins? I’ll pay! I’ll pay! Not just one million, I’ll offer ten million!”

The Demon of Machinery suddenly brightened, thinking he might have a chance.

“No, no, you misunderstand.”

“I recently gained a new power and wanted to test it out. One million platinum coins is the total societal and productive value you hold in my eyes.”

“I’m paying one million platinum coins to buy your life.”

“W-What…”

Litia crushed a magic ring containing one million coins, and countless gold and silver dusts, under the blazing purple flames, formed into a gigantic platinum hand that firmly grasped the Demon of Machinery.

“Magitech Fear…”

The Demon of Machinery began to chant, but before he could even activate his prized power, the giant hand crushed him completely, grinding him into a platinum coin engraved with magical symbols.

Holy crap, a demon duke that would take the combined might of at least two or three A-ranked armed human forces to barely defeat was just casually crushed to death by the witch?

Even though Wu Chen had experienced the terror of the witches countless times in the game, seeing her crush a Demon Duke up close was a first.

No matter how much you develop, is it truly impossible to defeat the witch through war?

Maybe making her blush and taking her on dates is the right path after all?

Wu Chen’s mouth twitched slightly.

“Litia, is it really okay to just dispose of your own forces like this?”

Wu Chen asked tentatively.

“Not a problem. Soon enough, a new Demon of Machinery will be born. Hopefully, the next one won’t be so suicidal.”

Although this Demon of Machinery was dead, a new one would soon arise from human fear of magic and technology.

However, the new demon would have a completely different personality, effectively being a new Demon of Machinery.

Wu Chen couldn’t help but sigh—humans really had it tough.

With so many abnormal enemies, it’s like playing the abyss-level difficulty. How could one possibly turn the situation around and achieve victory?

The mysterious person who summoned me to this world, hoping I could save it—you’re really asking a lot, aren’t you!

Wu Chen complained inwardly.

Meanwhile, after dealing with the Demon of Machinery, Litia turned around, proudly lifting her head and looking triumphantly at Wu Chen.

“How was that? Did you see? I’m super impressive!”

“Even though you, as the Envoy of Mother Goddess, can completely disregard our power, don’t you dare underestimate me because of that!”

“I’ve never underestimated you.” Wu Chen shrugged.

“Then why do you always pat my butt and pinch my cheeks? I warn you! Witches have dignity too!” Litia protested, stomping her small foot in annoyance.

“Alright, alright, I get it, wife. I’ll dare again next time.”

Wu Chen laughed and patted his wife’s head.

This is called learning a lesson and still daring to try!

After all, since he and the witches were basically married, and they couldn’t really harm him, what did he have to fear? Just one word: bold!

The other surviving demons and human slaves stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

What the hell!?

How dare someone tease such a terrifying witch and flirt with her!? Who is this warrior?