The transmigrator is a masochist to the Seven Lords chapter 30

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Before he could even offer a greeting, he glanced at the unfamiliar sight.

The cloudy fluid staining the floor, Hayden’s clothes scattered randomly, Hayden’s flushed body, and Leviathan’s disheveled appearance.

Though hidden by the desk, he didn’t need to check to know the state of Hayden’s lower half as he sat atop Leviathan.

Having assessed the situation, Liefel quickly lowered his gaze and spoke.

“It seems I have interrupted.”

“…….”

Leviathan didn’t answer but instead squeezed Hayden’s wrists hard.

The pain made Hayden’s wrists throb as if the bones might break.

Hayden made a crying face and twisted his body in pain.

“Uu-ut…”

“Leviathan-nim.”

At Liefel’s call, Leviathan finally snapped out of it and released his grip.

As if waiting for this, Hayden stumbled out of his embrace.

Before Leviathan could even grab him, Hayden scooped up his clothes from the floor and bolted out of the office.

Cold air instantly rushed into the space where the human’s embarrassing warmth had been.

A small puddle of thick liquid remained where he had sat.

Leviathan’s clear, light-blue eyes wavered as he stared blankly at the transparent fluid and his own empty hands.

Was the air in his office always this cold?

“Will you be alright not following him?”

At the sudden question, Leviathan slowly raised his eyes.

Liefel, standing straight by the door with his eyes downcast, was politely waiting for an answer.

Leviathan frowned, cast a clean spell on himself and the office, and stood up.

Once he adjusted his attire, he was the same flawless Leviathan as always.

However, serving a master for a long time gives one a certain intuition.

Whether it was interest, curiosity, or loathing, Liefel could tell that despite his calm appearance, Leviathan’s entire attention was fixed on the spot where Hayden had vanished.

Eventually, Liefel added a comment.

“The other Lords have likely received word of Leviathan-nim’s seal by now.”

It was a long-standing custom that if two or more Lords’ seals were carved into a living being, the other Lords would be notified.

While it had been forgotten lately due to its rarity, it was a declaration of rights over the marked being and a claim of ownership—essentially a device to maintain peace among the Lords.

But if the owner of the seal was Leviathan?

The situation was a bit different.

For Leviathan to give a seal to a human—let alone a sacrifice—was a first in hundreds of years.

Leviathan was a demon who maintained a particularly cynical stance toward humans.

He was picky with demons and monsters as well, but he was exceptionally harsh with humans.

Thus, he had never once granted a seal to a sacrifice.

In that sense, Hayden was a special human.

The first human to receive Leviathan’s seal.

What an interesting and amusing spectacle this would be.

It was obvious that even the Lords who had been indifferent to the sacrifice would now turn their attention toward him.

It went without saying that such attention would be difficult for a human to handle.

“He will become a spectacle. Perhaps he will even break…”

“Liefel, stay in your lane.”

Leaving a sharp warning not to dare give him overstepping advice, Leviathan quietly left the office where Hayden’s lingering scent remained.

“My apologies.”

Liefel bowed his head, signaling he would no longer interfere.

“Let’s go. Adjust the other work schedules to make up for the delay.”

“Understood.”

Suddenly stopping at the door, Leviathan turned his head toward the direction Hayden had disappeared.

After being lost in thought for a long time, he spoke.

“…Look into someone named Cher. He should be among the humans who had a connection with the sacrifice.”

“Yes.”

It was a curious instruction, but there was no benefit in crossing his master again.

Liefel swallowed his questions and simply nodded, following behind as Leviathan strode away with his long legs.

‘Still, I hope the other Lords don’t torment him too much.’

From Liefel’s perspective, having someone to serve the Lords significantly reduced his workload, so he wanted to use this new sacrifice for as long as possible.

As long as he could.

Flash—.

Liefel’s worry was not in vain.

Indeed, the Lords were quite interested in Leviathan’s seal appearing on a human body for the first time.

Asmodeus blinked languidly but took his eyes off the chess game he was playing with his familiar, and Satan, who was busy slaughtering monsters in the empire’s northern mountains, wiped a splash of blood off his cheek with his forearm and scowled.

“That clean-freak bastard? Did this notice come to the wrong place?”

His hand moved roughly as he poked at the tangible seal. His eyebrows twitched over his exposed forehead, showing his disbelief.

“Hmm, strange. Has Leviathan gone mad?”

The reaction of Beelzebub, who was eating cookies in his bedroom, was no different.

Rolling around while crunching on a mouthful of crispy cookies, Beelzebub tilted his head and licked a cookie crumb off his finger.

It was to the point where even Belphegor, who had been sleeping soundly, opened his blurred eyes and stared silently at the seal.

Among them, the one who showed the most displeasure was Lucifer, and the one who showed the most curiosity was Mammon.

Lucifer, who had been working in his office, put down his pen and leaned back leisurely at the sight of Leviathan’s seal floating translucently before him.

The seal, which had a thick form like it was crafted from transparent glass, was glowing with a brilliant light-blue hue.

‘Setting aside the fact that he accepted another Lord, for it to be Leviathan’s of all things…’

“Ha.”

Lucifer tapped his desk in extreme displeasure and covered his mouth with his large hand.

“Did he throw himself into another man’s arms already?”

As soon as he saw the seal, Hayden’s white body and tearful eyes flashed through his mind.

The thought that he might have shown those clear tears and that flushing, feverish body to someone else made his mood drop—even though there was no evidence that Leviathan and Hayden had actually slept together.

Wearing a thin smile, Lucifer stared coldly at the seal for a long time before finally reaching out.

The slow sequence of his movements was chillingly threatening. His large hand, casting a dark shadow, grabbed the seal.

Beneath the hand where veins stood out clearly, Leviathan’s seal shattered with a burst of light, and the fragmented pieces fell like sparkling dust onto his documents.

Lucifer slowly moved his hand to touch the spot on his shoulder blade that led to his back.

“Quite a sacrifice.”

Only now did the back that Hayden had scratched feel a tingle of pain.

“Did you see?”

At the sudden voice, Lucifer withdrew his hand and looked up.

“This sacrifice must be special, huh? To see even that Leviathan gave him a seal.”

“Do you not know how to knock?”

Mammon, who had entered without permission, grumbled about him being prickly and only then offered a knock.

It was a light knock, as airy as the owner of the voice.

As if a knock made everything okay, Mammon flopped onto the sofa in front of the desk.

“Your business.”

“About that deal you proposed—”

“I believe I rejected that this morning.”

Lucifer cut him off.

Mammon, resting his chin on his hand and tapping his crossed leg, let out a chuckle.

Yet, his hand movements were cheerful as he used magic to spread out the contract circle Lucifer had sent on the table in front of the sofa.

“Well, the thing is, I’ve become interested.”

Lucifer’s thick eyebrows twitched, showing his dissatisfaction.

‘Only now?’ his look seemed to ask.

Last night, while holding the sleeping Hayden, Lucifer had sent the contract to Mammon.

In exchange for one scale from his familiar, the Red Dragon, Mammon was to place a certain brainwashing spell on the sacrifice.

Since the only surviving Red Dragons were Lucifer’s familiars, their scales were incredibly rare items.

It was something Mammon had been eyeing greedily for a long time.

However, Mammon was a man for whom his own interest and greed were more important than anything else.

Brainwashing was a task that required quite a bit of time and devotion, and for just one scale, there were many other things he could gain in that time.

That wasn’t the only reason for his refusal. He had visited Lucifer’s bedroom this morning out of curiosity, but he hadn’t received a very interesting answer.

That was why he had declined.

“A human who received Leviathan’s seal—that’s interesting. I wonder if I can carve out just that part and keep it—”

Not only had he seduced Lucifer, but now he had Leviathan’s seal. It was an incredibly bold and special move.

With this, the attention of the other Lords, not just himself, would surely shift toward the sacrifice.

“Anyway, so I’m going to watch a bit longer. If it gets more fun, I might want to get my hands on him, so let’s keep the contract on hold until then.”

Mammon poked playfully at the contract circle on the table and curled his lips.

“As you wish.”

Lucifer looked down as if he didn’t care, and Mammon drew a circle with his finger along the dark-red and deep-purple contract lines.

Between his wide-stretched lips, a red tongue—like a snake’s—flicked cunningly.

“Hayden Garner Trait, huh…”

Clearly, a human who should have been nothing to the Lords was becoming something.

Was he a greedy human trying to gobble up this castle bit by bit, or was he a special existence thrown into their parched lives?

‘I hope it gets interesting soon.’

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