As the Demon King, I have married a slave elf. How should I express my love?

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But it's during these times that Fa'er is most distressed.

She was even more distressed because it was Sagan who was suffering.

Nefi can be a source of support for Sagan.

If anyone could comfort Sagan, it would be Neferi. If Neferi could rely on Sagan when they were alone, then Fal would be very happy.

At the same time, Fal's inability to provide Sagan with support also saddened her.

All Fa'er could do now was stay outside and not disturb the two of them. Compared to her great dragon father, she felt so insignificant; she truly hated herself.

Just as Fa'er squatted down with her knees drawn up—

"Hehehe, oh dear, has the cute little deer gotten lost?"

A sweet voice could be heard.

"...Who is it?"

Fa'er looked up and saw a 'shadow' lying in front of her.

Even the Dragon's Eye couldn't clearly discern the shape of the shadow. That had nothing to do with the poor visibility at the bottom of the sea; it was simply impossible to identify it.

...No, rather than saying that the other party concealed its form, it's more like its existence itself is ethereal and elusive, as if it has no fixed form.

"Asheera..."

Fa'er thought of this name.

I initially thought she had dodged the attack, but given that Jackie Chan's Fa'er was using her magic with all her might, it wouldn't be surprising if she had been injured and ended up like this.

All that could be heard was 'Shadow' laughing happily.

"You're a bad child, a bad child who stole that important thing from that adult. But you're also a clever child, because you brought that thing here to me. Hehehe, hee hee hee, ahahahahaha!"

Feeling an indescribable sensation, Fa'er became fully alert.

—It's an annoying feeling, but even if I attack, will I be able to hit you...?

If Fal were to unleash his breath here at this moment, Atlas itself would collapse. That said, the magic used earlier would likely have no effect.

As Fa'er prepared the magic trick to restrain the opponent, she said:

"I didn't steal anything."

She raised her right hand, striking a pose as if ready to unleash magic at any moment, but as if mocking her warning, a dark, unpleasant feeling coiled around her arm.

"Naughty little deer, you can't lie."

In that instant, Fa'er saw it.

Behind the seemingly crumbling 'shadow', there was a pair of radiant golden eyes.

Within his golden eyes lurked a hatred that seemed to want to curse the entire world.

"Don't touch me!"

Fa'er tried to dispel the black mist, but her body stiffened.

—I can't use my arms.

Her hands trembled limply, and not only that, her knees gave way. Seeing those golden eyes, she inexplicably felt powerless.

—What? Magic?

The confused Fa'er didn't understand why this was the case.

That was an emotion that Farah, who was always protected, was unaware of, and it was that emotion that rendered her immobile.

The shadow continued with a smile:

"But don't worry, because everyone in this world is a thief. They're all sinners who betrayed that great man, gouging out his eyes, ripping out his heart, severing his limbs, tearing off his head, even stealing his corpse, causing him to suffer to this day... Ahhhhh, how hateful! Destroy them all!"

Seeing the madness flashing in the golden eyes, Fa'er finally understood.

—What is this…fear…? Am I afraid…?

Even though he was young, he was still a dragon, and he was afraid.

Fear rendered her speechless. Far's body, which should have been taller than the 'shadow,' trembled timidly, her eyes even welling with tears.

A red tongue can be seen in the shadow, climbing up the emblem engraved on the back of Fa'er's right hand.

"Ah, ah, this pulse, welcome back, my beloved—my lord. I will now free you from that place."

Then, the 'shadow' exploded and expanded, covering Fa'er's body.

—No! Help me, Sagan!

What finally appeared in Fa'er's eyes was—

"Don't even think about succeeding!"

A girl with the same golden eyes as 'Shadow'.

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"What's going on...?"

Upon exiting the temple, what appeared to be writhing pieces of meat mixed with bone was a mass of flesh.

"Is this some kind of internal organ...?"

It does look like internal organs, but the problem lies in its size.

The mass of flesh was enormous, large enough to cover land—or rather, the sea. Although some distance from the temple, it was so vast that it could potentially swallow an entire underwater city. Where did it come from?

If that lump of flesh could move, the underwater city would be doomed.

"This strange shape is indeed reminiscent of a demon god."

However, unlike the shapeless demon god that was like mud, this one had a definite mass.

As Sagan stared blankly at the chunk of meat, Shestie pointed fearfully.

"Is that thing alive?"

Countless blood vessels pulsated eerily on the surface of the meat. Several horn-like bones protruded from the top, seemingly supporting the meat, and a liquid resembling blood dripped continuously from it.

It is a living thing.

However, it was extremely ugly, completely different from all other creatures on land and in the sea.

Barbaross peeked out from Shestie's shadow, then frowned.

"Is that some kind of cocoon?"

"cocoon?"

Now that he says it, it does look like a cocoon covering something.

However, there is absolutely no clue what kind of terrifying being might hatch from it.

Shesty and the other church members, Black Flower, Lilith and Selfi, along with the elders from other races, had all gathered around.

Shestia said loudly:

"Paladins, guide the citizens and guests to safety. Blackflower and Nephtros, stay and deal with that..."

Shestie stopped halfway through her sentence.

Sagan also noticed that two people among those gathered there were missing.

"...Hey, where are Fael and Nephtros?"

He had assumed his adopted daughter and sister-in-law were nearby, but he didn't see them.

Just as everyone looked around—

"Mr. Sagan, look at that!"

A bat was floating in the direction Neferpitou pointed. Perhaps it was injured; it flew unsteadily, seemingly fleeing from the direction of the flesh, before disappearing behind the rocks.

Sagan used magic to enhance his vision and looked in that direction, only to see something that looked like a human arm.

"—Someone's collapsed there!"

He saw a very thin hand from afar; it shouldn't be a child's or a man's hand, but a woman's hand.

Without hesitation, Sagan rushed out of the temple and ran towards the rock where the bats had disappeared.

"Are you Nephtros?"

The one lying there was a dark elf girl.

She must have fought with chunks of flesh; her body was covered in wounds.

"Waaah..."

Sagan helped her up, and Nephtros groaned as she opened her golden eyes.

"Nephtros, what happened?"

"Brother-in-law...?"

Nephtros shook her head and sat up. It seemed her injuries weren't so serious.