My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 292 Death: Because... we have no money.

"Hey!"

After letting out a heavy sigh, Roland sat down helplessly in his seat.

Well, my precious rest time is gone.

Fortunately, after being assigned the task of attending the meeting, Her Highness the Princess took pity on Roland and allowed him to make some preparations first.

After all, the first round of meetings was about to end, and he had to go to his own meeting in about twenty minutes.

The first thing Roland did after escaping the Hell of Documents was to go back to his room and hide the Demon King's gauntlet, which was still sleeping, under the blankets on the bed.

Knowing is one thing, hiding is another.

Moreover, it seemed inappropriate for Roland to bring along a being like the Demon King to listen to such a meeting.

After tossing the gauntlet onto the bed, Roland pondered for a moment, then took out the custom-made suit he had only worn once from his storage ring.

It's a rare formal meeting, so it's best to dress formally.

After changing his clothes, Roland headed towards the conference room.

……

The flowing River Styx, two heads shorter than him, barely a little over 1.5 meters tall, was home to the ferryman of the River Styx, who was completely hidden in a black cloak...

The Demon King found everything before him quite fascinating.

Unexpectedly, in this city-state called Isfar, which had caused them and the Demon King's army to suffer heavy losses and nearly lost several royal rulers, there was actually a temple that could communicate with the mysterious god of death.

What he didn't expect was that while he and the old lich were recuperating and researching, they actually found a way to communicate with the Grim Reaper. Moreover, the other party's attitude was unexpectedly gentle, and he even invited him to visit the Land of the Dead... Of course, it was a friendly invitation, the kind that would send him back.

The Demon King's court had previously considered contacting other gods, but all attempts had unsurprisingly failed.

Clearly, the high and mighty gods had no interest in dealing with these demons.

Therefore, the Demon King was still very excited after successfully contacting Death.

The only thing that frustrated her was that after entering the River Styx through the brief spatial passage opened in the temple ruins, her disguise skills completely disappeared.

The horned demon, who originally looked two or three meters tall and was covered in armor, suddenly shrank to 1.9 meters. His armor was replaced by a long black dress, and his once handsome but fierce face, which could still stop children from crying at night, became gentle.

A face that perfectly embodied the meaning of androgynous beauty appeared on this demon lesbian.

However, despite her height, the Demon King's true form does not appear "robust." Her overall frame is relatively small, and relative to her height, her figure even gives the impression of being somewhat thin and slender.

In other words, the aura surrounding the body perfectly compensates for this shortcoming.

However... this land of the dead seems quite boring indeed.

The so-called River Styx appears to be nothing more than a long, thin river with no end in sight.

If I had to pinpoint anything special about it, it would be that the river water itself has a purplish-black hue.

And every now and then, phantom images of arms and limbs would emerge from the river, only to be smashed by the skeletal boat she was currently riding in.

She looked at the ferryman and asked, "How much longer?"

The ferryman didn't answer, but just glanced back at her before continuing to paddle the boat with all his might.

This scene amused the Demon King.

No matter how you look at it, it's still too comical to see a girl who's a little over 1.5 meters tall wielding a two- or three-meter-long oar to row a boat.

Although the Demon King could tell that none of this was a problem for the ferrywoman, the rowing itself went surprisingly smoothly, except that the oars were a bit long and difficult for her to operate.

Just as the Demon King was admiring the strange plants growing on both sides of the River Styx, which were all purple and black without exception, trying to distinguish their species, and thinking about whether he could take a couple of them away for experiments or collection, the ferryman spoke for the first time.

A cold, emotionless voice rang in the Demon King's ears: "We've arrived. Just keep walking along the pebble path through the sea of ​​flowers."

The Demon King glanced at the ferryman and found that the man was looking right at him.

She had short silver hair, pale purple eyes, and wore a white dress.

Aside from that stiff-looking black robe, you would never imagine that this is the legendary ferryman on the River Styx.

But this guy must be very rich. One dead person is worth two copper coins. The number of humans, demons, and even elves who have died in the wars over the years is almost impossible to count.

This doesn't even include the previous death toll.

Forget it, I'll go see Death first.

The moment the Demon King stepped off the skeletal boat and onto the land of the land of the dead, he felt the spells he had used to protect his body take effect, and he began to fight against the omnipresent power of the place.

Is this the price that Death warned him of before he came, the price for the living to set foot in the land of the dead?
But this situation did not last long. Soon, a group of butterflies shimmering with purple fluorescence flew out from the sea of ​​flowers on both sides of the road and flew around the Demon King.

Then the Demon King felt the original sense of rejection disappear.

"The protection of death? I never thought I would receive a blessing from the gods."

"Interesting. Has the divine authority and divinity seized from Our Lady of Ulcers been suppressed?"

"Not only Him, but the power and divine authority seized from other evil gods were also suppressed... no, should we say disappeared?"

"Is the power being stripped away, and divinity being stripped away, beginning to transform into magic?"

Sensing the changes in his body, the Demon King clicked his tongue.

Although his rank and strength were not greatly affected.

However, all the useful authority and divine power she had seized by slaying the evil god had vanished. While it may seem insignificant, this had actually had a considerable impact on her combat strength.

"Tch... I knew I shouldn't have come to a place like this."

"Those evil gods are nothing but empty shells. They couldn't even withstand the main cannon of my Demon King's Castle. How dare they call themselves gods?"

"They really are just a bunch of small fry. Even their powers can be disintegrated so quietly!"

The Demon King, feeling a pang of heartache, turned around and suddenly realized that the River Styx behind him, along with the ferryman, had vanished.

Although her inner thoughts were rich, in reality it only lasted a moment, the time it took to turn her head.

But behind him, there was only an endless sea of ​​white flowers and butterflies fluttering among them.

Combined with the faint night sky and the full moon hanging in the sky, this place has a unique kind of beauty.

It was completely devoid of the terror of the legendary land of the dead.

Although he was somewhat unhappy that all his powers (mechanisms) had been converted into magic (numerical value), after taking a look around, the Demon King began to take an interest in the Grim Reaper.

Should we follow the gravel path?

The Demon King looked down and sure enough, there was a pebble path in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers.

Although the space here is large, compared to the divine kingdoms of the evil gods she had seen before, the environment here is quite simple.

It is hard to imagine that in a divine kingdom that has neither towering temples nor numerous followers and divine beasts, there resides a powerful god who would definitely rank among the top three among all the gods.

A god who controls the life and death of all things lives in such simple conditions.

Is he truly a unique and unconventional deity?
Strolling along the pebble path through the sea of ​​flowers, the Demon King slowly began to feel a sense of peace.

After witnessing the power of the four evil gods in the far north, and after resolving to unify the power of the continent, she has been in a state of anxiety and impatience.

But now, walking through this land of the dead, so quiet that only a gentle breeze could be heard, she found herself at peace.

The anxiety disappeared.

Even the Demon King began to have an idea.

Perhaps it's better to stay here forever.

That's what you were thinking, right?

A voice, equally calm but with a hint of amusement, reached the Demon King's ears.

Then, a girl appeared before the Demon King, slightly shorter than her, with white hair and golden eyes, a halo of stars emitting a faint white-gold light on her head, and also dressed in a black dress.

[Nice to meet you. Please don't have any such thoughts. Otherwise, you'll be stuck here forever.]

If things really turn out that way, even I won't be able to send you back to the mortal world.

However, I could make you my dependent, then that child could take turns working.

After all, I'm just the 'administrator' here, not the owner.

Of course, I'm also very glad that you actually agreed to come here and talk to me.

Without needing to say more, the Demon King already knew the identity of the person before him.

The god of death and the end, the supreme being who controls the death of all things.

At His prompting, the Demon King banished the dangerous thoughts from his mind.

He then looked at Death and bowed slightly: "It is an honor to meet you, God of Death."

【Oh, don't be so polite. There hasn't been anyone here who can talk much for years, and that child is rather taciturn. Just relax and talk to him. This is a rare opportunity for conversation, so don't be too reserved.】

Demon King: "..."

After a long silence, the Demon King smiled and said, "Relax a bit... In that case, could you answer one of my questions?"

【Please say. 】

Death smiled, tilted his head, and looked somewhat expectant.

"Why does your divine kingdom... have no temples or any impressive-looking buildings?"

"The evil gods I defeated were all able to adorn their divine kingdoms with magnificent gold and jade."

Death fell silent for a long time before speaking: "You know, throughout history, very few people have actually believed in Death. Because they believe I won't answer the prayers of my followers."

The Demon King nodded. This was indeed a consensus across the continent.

Even if you believe in Death, Death never answers.

【It's not that I don't want to answer... it's just that if ordinary believers heard my answer, they would die instantly and become a wave in the River Styx... so I dare not do that.】

Demon King: "..."

Although gods do not need faith to become stronger, they still need the power of faith to help them build a 'divine kingdom'; otherwise, it will only present the image that the gods most desire.

In other words, to put it simply... I have no money.

Because we don't have money, we can only maintain the status quo.

(End of this chapter)