“Would you like more bread?”

At Barmas’s question, Romei flinched. She had barely stopped herself from nodding unconsciously.

She was here to have her soul eaten, and this wasn’t a restaurant but a castle in the demon realm. Asking a devil for more bread seemed completely absurd to Romei.

However, Barmas didn’t wait for her answer and called one of the servants who had prepared her meal.

The woman respectfully clasped her hands together and bowed her head before Barmas.

“You called for me, Lord Barmas.”

“Go and bring everything we’ve gathered to feed the human.”

“Yes, understood, Lord Barmas.”

After receiving the order, the woman bowed to Barmas and quietly disappeared outside the bedroom.

Watching her leave, Romei felt happy about getting more bread but also experienced complex emotions, feeling like she was receiving charity from a devil.

However, Barmas himself, who had ordered the bread, seemed completely indifferent to whether Romei ate more or not. That was somewhat fortunate.

Shortly after, the woman returned to the bedroom with a basket full of bread. For a moment, Romei’s bottom wiggled with anticipation, but the woman’s footsteps headed toward Barmas, not her.

Romei pretended to adjust her sitting position to hide her embarrassment. She felt ashamed for behaving so shamelessly in front of a devil, unbecoming of a holy knight.

The woman approached Barmas, bowed her head, and presented the basket she had brought. She appeared to be seeking his approval of the contents.

“Lord Barmas, I’ve brought everything you requested. What would you like me to do with it?”

“Place it on the table over there.”

“Understood.”

The woman bowed respectfully and approached Romei with light footsteps. She set down the basket of bread in front of Romei and backed away.

Romei gazed at the bread, which looked much more appealing than the potato cream soup, wondering if it was okay to eat more. Then Barmas asked:

“Didn’t you want more? Why aren’t you eating?”

“…”

“Do you want me to hear that irritating sound from your stomach again? Or perhaps you’d like your p*ssy to throb until you faint?”

Unable to resist Barmas’s smooth intimidation, Romei reluctantly picked up a piece of bread. She didn’t want to repeat the embarrassing situation from earlier, nor did she want him to toy with her private parts.

The newly brought bread was just as delicious as what she had eaten before. While Romei ate the bread from the basket, Rajie followed with a plate of beef stew.

The beef stew tasted much better than the cream soup; it was heavenly by comparison.

Romei finished all the bread and stew cleanly, and drank all the water too. After eating so intently for a while, she noticed her stomach protruding slightly.

Being n*ked made it more noticeable, so Romei pulled the blanket to cover herself. She felt embarrassed for having eaten so well.

Seeing that she had finished her meal, the servants cleared all the dishes in front of Romei. The wave of evil energy quickly flowed out of the room.

When Barmas dismissed Rajie who had been standing nearby, only Romei and Barmas remained in the room.

Romei sensed this was the right moment to have a proper conversation with him. Perhaps she could discover why he wanted to keep her alive instead of killing her.

Barmas, still sitting leisurely in his chair, asked:

“Was the meal satisfactory? You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.”

“…It was delicious.”

“I could tell. You were eating so intently you didn’t even notice the bread crumbs on your mouth.”

Embarrassed by his observation, Romei hastily touched around her mouth. When she felt the rough bread crumbs on her fingertips, she brushed them away.

Though she had removed the crumbs, Romei’s embarrassment lasted much longer, and her cheeks remained red despite her attempts to compose herself.

Whether she was embarrassed or not, Barmas didn’t care and continued with what he wanted to say.

“As I’ve already mentioned, I plan to keep you here. So it would be best not to even dream of escaping. That is, if you want your soul to remain attached a little longer.”

“You said you would eat my soul eventually. So whether I escape or not, the result is the same.”

“So, are you saying you’ll try to escape?”

“…”

Romei didn’t answer. She knew she would ultimately need to leave this place, but she also knew it wouldn’t be easy.

She had no means to escape. This was the demon realm, and his familiars were watching her. She couldn’t use her holy sword or holy power.

Nevertheless, Romei’s silent affirmation was meant to learn his intentions for keeping her alive. She thought knowing what he wanted from her and why he was keeping her alive would make it easier to act accordingly.

Barmas let out a mocking laugh at Romei, who had straightened her neck and was staring at him now that her stomach was full. He found her utterly ridiculous. And indeed she was.

“With nothing but your body, how do you plan to escape? Surely you’re not thinking of running out n*ked?”

“That’s not impossible, is it?”

“You’re so ashamed to show me your n*ked body, yet you’d go outside…”

Barmas muttered this while resting his arm on the armrest and tapping his fingers. Shortly after, the movement of his fingers stopped. The rhythmic tapping sound that had filled the room ceased as well.

Barmas suddenly stood up, approached Romei sitting on the bed, and sat down beside her. The bed sank deeply under his weight.

A cool hand reached out to Romei and caressed her cheek. Sinister red eyes stared at her. The smile on his lips was terrifyingly wicked.

“That was a lie, what you just said.”

“…”

“With those restraints on your hands and feet, unfortunately, you cannot leave this place. You must stay put, obey my words, and entertain me.”

“…And if I don’t want to do that?”

Romei asked calmly, enduring the pressure she felt from him.

She had already figured out in her mind that besides the magic circle sealing her holy power in the restraints, other magic was at work.

Barmas said, “Even if you don’t want to, you will. Your body is already accustomed to pleasure, and after taking the drug, you’ll naturally find yourself doing lewd acts as I command.”

“So when you said your plan for killing me through excessive pleasure went awry, you meant you intend to imprison me here and violate me.”

“Rather than violation, let’s call it an experiment. I’m curious to see how much pleasure it takes to break one’s mind.”

“And you’ll eat my soul when my mind breaks.”

“Yes. Until then, you’ll be quietly nurtured by me. Your soul looks particularly delicious, so you’d be perfect as a devil’s special meal.”

Saying this, Barmas withdrew his hand from her cheek and lifted the blanket covering Romei, flicking her swollen n*pple with his finger.

Romei moaned and shuddered at the tingling sensation of pain-like pleasure that ran through her entire body.

“Hngh…!”

“How does it feel to be a devil’s special meal?”

Barmas asked while kneading Romei’s br*asts. Her long eyelashes trembled finely at his touch. The breath escaping between her lips began to grow hot.

It was a shameful situation, but she had already achieved the purpose of the conversation. She had figured out what he wanted from her and why he had brought her here.

Now it was time to request what she needed next.

“More importantly, hm, clothes.”

“Clothes…?”

“I need clothes. Give me clothes.”

“Why do you need clothes?”

At Barmas’s response, Romei was at a loss for words and stared at him. Her eyes seemed to ask if he wouldn’t give her clothes until her soul was consumed by pleasure.

But to Barmas, it was perfectly natural.

“Why should I clothe what I’m raising? It’s better for embracing and penetrating you this way.”

His reason for not needing clothes was so horrifying that Romei felt dizzy. The thought of having to live n*ked until her life ended made it even worse.

“You’re cruel.”

“I hear that often. It’s also a sweet compliment, like a dream.”

“…”

“Is it sweeter coming from the noble holy knight?”

When no answer came from Romei, Barmas withdrew his hand from her br*ast and toyed with the helpless Romei, who could demand nothing of him.

A flash of hatred toward him appeared in Romei’s blue eyes and then disappeared. Barmas licked his lips and then said:

“Unlike the honest and righteous holy knights, I don’t move without compensation. Especially when it’s a trivial human I’m raising in my castle making demands.”

“…”

“If you really want clothes from me, you must pay a price.”

“You gave me food without asking for anything in return. Why didn’t you demand payment for that?”

“Because you would die before I could break you with pleasure otherwise. But clothes are different. In fact, I’d have to go through the trouble of undressing you every time I take you, so why would I do that without compensation?”

Barmas countered Romei’s objection and added:

“So if you want clothes, think carefully about what you can offer me with that small head of yours. When you’ve decided, come to my office. I’ll welcome you grandly.”

“…”

“Well then.”

Leaving that brief farewell, Barmas departed from the bedroom.