The Corrupted Holy Knight Worships Me

At thirty, I died of overwork and became a demon. Not just any demon, but the Archdemon of the Seven Deadly Sins. With my exceptional lineage, I thought I could finally live a lazy life. Then I found a doll-like child. “If killing to avoid dying is a sin, then I have no regrets. Is this a sin too?” Perhaps I should have walked past the child, who asked nonchalantly while drenched in blood. “Should I kill them for you? Since I don’t mind doing what you don’t want to do—” Was it my mistake to grow attached to a child whose mindset was more demonic than a demon’s? “I can’t wait any longer.” The place he collapsed was a bed steeped in my scent. “Noa, wait a moment…!” “Do you know this, ...