Romei quietly stared at Barmas.

No matter how she looked at it, his smile revealed ulterior motives, but getting him to agree to the bet was crucial. Without it, she had no way to obtain clothes.

However, the devil who had seemed unlikely to accept a bet had set a condition that they would bet according to his proposed method. This certainly made her uneasy.

‘What kind of bet is he planning to propose with such a condition…’

Romei began to feel afraid. But as Barmas had said, he had no real need to agree to this bet. Romei had no choice but to accept his condition.

Though she stood at the edge of a cliff, Romei tried to maintain her composure, acting as if she too had the right to refuse his condition.

Then she spoke.

“What kind of betting method requires such a condition? Didn’t you just say you had no need to agree to a bet?”

“That’s true. But there’s such a thing as ‘amusement.’ Sometimes I do things just for fun, even when there’s no benefit for me.”

“…”

“It’s quite enjoyable to change the betting conditions according to my mood and take pleasure in the bet itself.”

Barmas spoke with a perfectly natural expression. Romei, who had been quietly observing him, hid her complicated feelings behind an expressionless face.

It was miserable to realize that the bet she had proposed with her life at stake was nothing more than simple entertainment to him.

But even more miserable was her own sense of relief that Barmas was willing to agree to the bet despite this.

Hoping to gather more information, Romei continued the conversation with Barmas.

“If I accept that condition, what will you demand from me in exchange for my request for clothes?”

“Nothing. Just accepting my condition is enough.”

When Romei looked at Barmas with suspicious eyes, clearly doubting him, he added:

“I’m serious. Whatever I might want from you, I could get it without bothering with a bet anyway.”

“…”

“The condition I’ve set is merely a proposal to enjoy the bet itself. If there’s no reason to enjoy the bet, naturally I wouldn’t agree to it.”

“…You won’t tell me what kind of bet it will be, will you?”

“Of course not. If you knew in advance, it would spoil the fun. How could I tell you?”

Though she had expected this answer, hearing it confirmed made Romei swallow a sigh and think:

‘I have no choice but to accept his condition.’

This was the condition set by someone who had been completely indifferent to her request but now agreed to a bet. He had no intention of telling her what kind of bet it would be. But one thing was certain—it wouldn’t be favorable to her.

‘If only I had something more to offer…’

Then perhaps a fair bet with outcomes left to chance might have been possible. But Romei had too little to negotiate with Barmas.

Romei stared at Barmas sitting silently behind the large desk. She could read nothing in his crimson eyes.

The one thing she could tell was that he was enjoying watching her backed into a corner. And it felt like a kind of certainty—the certainty that she would accept his condition.

‘The devil knows he’s made me an offer I can’t refuse. I’ll definitely be given absolutely unfavorable conditions.’

Nevertheless, Romei had to overcome these adverse conditions. Only then could she escape the demon realm and the devil’s mansion to return to her original world.

Romei closed her eyes briefly and prayed to God—that she might overcome whatever trial awaited her.

Then she finally spoke.

“…I accept the condition.”

“Good decision.”

Barmas answered promptly with a smile directed at Romei. Unlike his usual sneers since she had been brought to the demon realm, his smile now conveyed a kind of kindness. Like someone trying to lull prey into a false sense of security.

Even though she knew she was walking into a trap, Romei felt uneasiness creeping up her back. Putting her head in a crocodile’s mouth couldn’t have made her more anxious.

Pretending not to notice her drying lips, Romei maintained a composed expression and asked:

“So, what kind of bet will it be?”

“There’s no need to rush. I have something in mind. It’s extremely easy and simple.”

After saying this, Barmas snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a chair appeared opposite the desk.

As Romei stared blankly at the chair that had materialized before her eyes, Barmas invited her to sit down, exactly like one would treat a guest visiting this place.

“Let’s sit down first. Once seated, I’ll explain in detail how we’ll conduct the bet.”

“…”

This was the devil who had pounced on her the moment she woke up. The fact that he was now kindly offering her a chair, along with that smile, made Romei extremely suspicious.

‘Could he have set some kind of trap in the chair? Maybe black arms will extend and tie me to it, just like when I fell into his trap.’

Romei approached the chair cautiously, checking if she could sense any magical energy. Surprisingly, unlike the restraints, she couldn’t sense any magic from the chair at all. It truly was an ordinary chair.

Only then did Romei sit down, prompting Barmas to mock her, suggesting she was impressive even in this situation.

“The holy knight is quite suspicious. Did you think I might have rigged the chair somehow?”

“There’s nothing stopping you from doing so.”

Romei replied calmly. Barmas let out a faint chuckle.

The woman was right.

Devils were beings who would use any means necessary to achieve their goals. They wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice countless people even for trivial matters.

The woman’s judgment was entirely correct, but there was no trap in the chair. More precisely, there was no need for one.

Because what he wanted was something else entirely.

“There’s nothing stopping me, but I’ll tell you that you’re wrong this time. Today, the chair isn’t what matters. If you want, I could rig the chair for our next bet. I’ll do it specially, free of charge.”

“…No. Even without a cost, I’d prefer you didn’t do that.”

Barmas laughed softly at Romei’s prim response, then took out the necessary items from a drawer.

Romei’s gaze naturally turned toward them. What he had taken out was an hourglass and a round tool whose purpose she couldn’t determine. The round tool emitted a small but definite magical energy.

While Romei was trying to guess the tool’s purpose, Barmas stood up and approached the chair where she was sitting. As his shadow fell over her face, Romei looked up at him.

Just as she was thinking that the gaze from those bright red eyes looking down at her felt somehow familiar, Barmas picked up the round object he had placed on the desk and began speaking. His question pierced through Romei’s thoughts.

“Are you curious about what this round object is?”

“…Yes, I am.”

Romei answered after briefly moving her lips. Given the circumstances, it was clear they would be betting with that object, but not knowing its purpose was frustrating.

Barmas then revealed the answer, swinging the object left and right in front of her.

“It’s a vibrator.”

“…?”

“An object that stimulates erogenous zones through vibration.”

“…!”

At his explanation, Romei’s face showed shock. Barmas continued his explanation, completely unconcerned whether her face showed shock or turned pale.

“If you can endure for an hour without climaxing, I’ll give you the clothes you so desperately want.”

“That’s…”

Romei lost her words and stared at him.

She had expected him to offer unfavorable conditions. But she never dreamed he would propose such a cowardly, vulgar, and cunning method.

However, Barmas had proposed this condition with this in mind from the beginning.

Not only did it give him a suitable pretext to torment the woman in various ways, but since she had to win the bet to get what she wanted, she would submit to any lewd condition.

Moreover, there was no better condition than watching the woman struggle to win an impossible bet, finally despairing, suffering, and ultimately breaking down from pleasure.

“You planned this from the beginning when you made that proposal?”

Romei asked with a voice tinged with slight anger and disappointment. Barmas then removed the mask of kindness he had been wearing for a short time and revealed his true colors.

“Of course. It’s a good opportunity to experiment with various things, so why would I miss it? I’ll get to see many more interesting sights than just taking you, and nothing is more beneficial than that.”

“…”

“You already expected I would propose an unfair bet, didn’t you? Well, you probably didn’t think it would be like this, but I think I’ve been quite considerate.”

Barmas added, “If you accept my condition, I can agree to the bet as many times as you want.”

“Even if… I lose?”

“Of course. As I said before, I gain nothing from the bet. As long as you provide me with good entertainment, we can do it again anytime.”

“…”

Romei fell into thought for a moment.

The bet he proposed was incredibly humiliating, but at the same time, it was attractive.

Of course, the betting method wasn’t attractive at all. What Romei found appealing was his willingness to accept as many bets as she wanted.

‘Getting clothes isn’t everything. I’ll need to hide my intention to escape, but it’s good to have at least one method to obtain what I need. Even if it’s quite shameful…’

It was like a fraying rope, but still better than having no rope at all.

Having steeled herself, Romei said:

“Alright. I accept that bet.”

At that moment, a wicked smile appeared on Barmas’s lips. It was the smile of a hunter looking at prey caught in a trap.