Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 93: Demiurge, Lord of Hell

"Translate, translate, what does Plenipotentiary Regent mean?"

"You have the power to decide everything and everyone in the Holy Kingdom of Lobel. You decide who lives and who dies. You decide who should be where and what duties they should assume. The border guards, the Night Watch Rangers, the Paladins, the Church, and the Holy City Guard will all obey you completely to ensure your power."

"Including Calca Bezalez?"

“Including Calca. As long as you’re willing to give her a little respect.”

"Then what's the difference between this and the Holy King?"

“The difference lies in your willingness to marry Calca—if it were anyone else, they would undoubtedly have eagerly accepted the marriage. But for you, the legitimacy that marrying Calca brings is completely meaningless. I think you’d rather use your own eyes to confirm whether you need a partner like Calca.”

Individuals who can protect a group are called heroes. Therefore, when a hero marries a princess or a queen, it is considered a marriage of equal status.

But for those who are far beyond the ordinary and far superior to heroes, the so-called princesses and queens can only be classified as those who are out of reach.

"You do know something about my preferences."

"It is the duty of a subject to understand his superior's intentions."

"Kings don't seem to like overly clever subordinates."

"That's because they're too weak. Therefore, they fear the abilities of your subjects. However, you can single-handedly resolve all those who disobey you in the Holy Kingdom. Therefore, the more powerful your subjects are, the better the outcome."

"for example?"

"Take Calca, for example. To an ordinary king, she's just a pretty face and pretty body. The most she can do is give birth to a child worthy of the Holy King's claim. But to you, Calca can easily handle the complex government affairs of the Holy Kingdom, effectively coordinating relationships between various departments and agencies, and calming people in times of tension. This will save you a lot of time, unless you're really interested in dealing with all kinds of paperwork."

"And my sister, Remedios. In the eyes of ordinary kings, she is like an uncontrollable sword. Sharp, but easily backfired. She will do many things that go against the king's orders for the sake of what she believes is justice. But precisely because of her stubbornness, when she knows her lord is not acting out of selfish gain, she will sacrifice everything for your great cause."

"Why would I be regent if I'm not acting for my own selfish gain?"

"As you usher in a new era for the Holy Kingdom, no one will see that. All they will see is a great, selfless, and noble king. Your every move is bound to have profound intentions that ordinary people cannot and do not need to guess. The people do not think, they only obey."

"But there's always someone to think about, like you, right?"

"There will always be someone who does shameful things for the king, and there will always be someone who bears the king's infamy. A cunning fox can hardly survive under the rule of a lion. But the dragon has no need to settle accounts with a little fox who shares the king's worries. Because the little fox knows clearly that only by taking shelter under the dragon's wings can its friends live comfortably in this dark age. And the price of abandoning this protection is far greater than being skinned by a lion."

She suddenly stuck out her tongue playfully and made a 'death' gesture.

"You do have confidence in me."

"The fact that you've listened to me without anger, disdain, or misunderstanding—that alone fills me with confidence." Kuirat sighed helplessly. "For ordinary people, wisdom, prudence, and patience are merely essential qualities for survival. But for a powerful king, even just one of these is incredibly precious. And possessing all three is destined to create great achievements."

"You are destined for great things, Lord Daxter."

"...Compared to your sister and that Saint Queen Calca, I think you possess quite a bit of feminine charm."

"You are such a teaser! I can't help myself. But a little fox right here is more valuable to you than a pearl far away, isn't it?"

I didn't deny the fact that I was more attractive than my sister. And the interview process could end here.

"Tell me about your plan, Miss Custodio."

Kuirat breathed a silent sigh of relief, knowing she had finally achieved her goal. The identities and status of her sister and close friend were both preserved. Now, there was only one thing left to do. "As you command, Your Majesty."

She rose from her chair and dropped to her knees.

Princess Calca still knew nothing, but her right-hand men and left-hand men had already sacrificed their loyalty and lives for others.

"My plan is..."

..............................

A shadow escaped from the boundaries of the protective barrier. Its movements were swift and stealthy, and it covered a vast distance in a remarkably short time.

Transmit.

Send again.

By the time the shadow settled, it had already traveled a distance of thousands of miles. It took only a moment to reach the Katze Plains from the Abelion Hills, and then settled around a vast magically created forest.

The shadow took on a physical form—a demon skilled in espionage, with multiple wings and eyes. It bowed respectfully outside the forest, offering its own memories as a sacrifice.

The Great Tomb of Nazarick was hidden within this forest. And deep within that vast and magnificent guild, a slender humanoid demon, dressed in a suit and glasses, exuding an aura of treacherous cunning, obtained the information it sought.

Demiurge, the highest-ranking Archdemon, Lord of Hellfire. He was the most wicked and evil-doing Floor Guardian within the Great Tomb of Nazarick. He had been tasked with exploring this unfamiliar world for the Tomb's Lord, investigating any forces that might threaten the Tomb's safety. Just now, new news had arrived from the Holy Kingdom, which he had previously deemed harmless.

A stranger appeared.

A stranger, still as weak as the mortals of this world, yet stronger than most. According to this world's standards, he should have surpassed the most powerful abnormal beings known to mortals, reaching the realm of the demon god. And according to Ygurtsir's rules, his strength should be close to level 50.

An ant-like individual lacking even the qualifications and capabilities to serve as a patrol guard within the Great Tomb. Yet, this individual had already stirred up unrest within the Holy Kingdom, destroying two demihuman settlements. This prompted even more ants to react—a guard assigned scout duties tricked a green dragon into conducting a test, which ultimately yielded disappointing results. However, this test did yield some crucial information.

The detection spell had no effect on it. The Sentinel Demon tried twice. The first detection yielded only a level of 6, while the second revealed a level of 16. Both results were undeniably incorrect, and completely unable to discern the opponent's class composition. However, the detection itself did not elicit any hostile reaction from the opponent.

"So, they're not from Yugutrasil, like the Supreme Being, or beings like us. But rather, they're powerful indigenous individuals born here? They're concealing their combat capabilities, heading to the Holy Kingdom of Lobul in secret. Are they non-humans who have concealed their true identities?"

It could be a dragon. So the Sentinel Demon had lured a green dragon. This green dragon was merely a preliminary arrangement—through memory reading, it was revealed that beneath its poisonous spines lay rotten roots. It was an ancient dragon lurking in the mountains of the central continent. According to the locals, it was an ancient dragon king. With just a little trickery, this dragon king could be lured to attack the strangers from the Holy Kingdom.

The dragon was killed so casually, which meant that it was most likely not a dragon. Even if it was, it was probably a relatively special type of dragon.

"Interesting... This person deserves continued attention."

Demiurge concluded that the Great Tomb had been descending for nearly a month. It had already gained a general understanding of the various forces currently operating on the continent—the most powerful of which were the dragon kings roaming in legends. If a force hostile to dragons emerged, it would provide significant assistance in conquering the Great Tomb.

There is just a small problem...

"Well, but that means we'll have to temporarily halt our previous plan to build a ranch in the Apollon Hills. It's likely to become a battlefield, so we'll have to withdraw the personnel we've already deployed there."

A minor problem: it had originally planned to build a two-legged sheep ranch in the Holy Kingdom to provide scrolls and other consumables for the Great Tomb, and to satisfy its own perverse tastes. However, ranches can be built anywhere, not necessarily confined to the Abelion Hills. And...

Luring an adult dragon could still be considered a matter of independent decision-making. However, involving an ancient dragon king would somewhat affect the strategic layout of the entire tomb. So—

"I must report this matter to Ainz-sama."

(End of this chapter)