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

"Hmm, hahaha?"

Graves opened his eyes wide and shook his head violently, but he was pinned down by the leg armor and could not move.

—Someone please save me!

Why doesn't the wielder of the Holy Sword of Khennoind come to save them?

Where are the Three Knights who just returned?

As God's spokesperson and enforcer of justice, why should I face such an "evil" threat?

But no matter how much his heart cried out, the "justice" that Glewell believed in could not save him.

"I'll be coming to find you soon. You can wait in hell for me."

The holy sword swung towards us.

This was the last sight Glewell witnessed in this world.

Volume Two Final Chapter

"...Is that so? So the murderer really is Cardinal Grylls."

In the reception room of Sagano, Shestie whispered forlornly.

Besides her, there are currently three other people in the room: Sagan, Nefi, and Far.

Sagan had just told her about Griffith's death. It seemed that the one who attempted to assassinate Shester was indeed her direct superior.

"He has always believed that the church is on the side of justice, and he firmly believes this."

Therefore, he insisted that all magicians were evil, and even regarded Shisty, who spoke for them, as an enemy.

Neferpitou asked cautiously:

"Miss Shestia, did you already know all along?"

"Actually, I've always had this feeling... Although I don't want to doubt him, the one who always prepares black tea for me as if nothing's wrong is that Cardinal."

That's why Shess drank the poisoned tea without any suspicion.

Sagan scoffed dismissively:

"Utterly boring. None of those people waving the banner of justice are good people."

"You seem to have said the same thing before."

She was referring to what Sagan said during their first encounter.

Shesty looked dejected and seemed quite disheartened by the matter.

"But people always want to believe that what they are doing is right. Isn't that a bad thing?"

"You have to believe that everyone is free to do what they want, but once you start to think you might be wrong, you'll definitely feel lost. From this perspective, the murderer who wanted to kill you was the one who was right, because he could kill you without hesitation for his beliefs."

So-called justice, when you get down to it, is nothing more than this.

Because I believe it's right, I won't hesitate to do anything.

When blind faith becomes excessive, it transforms into fanatical belief, which then becomes a powerful force.

The church's strength is based on this foundation.

"You never hold back when you speak."

Although her smile was a bitter one, her expression didn't seem like that of someone who had been defeated.

After taking a sip of the black tea that had been prepared for her, Shestie got up from her seat.

"I should go back to church too. I think the ideals the church holds now are strange. It might be too presumptuous to say we can correct them, but I still hope I can help them change."

"I see."

The brief response made Shess smile wryly again.

Even at a time like this, is this the only response you'll give me?

Hearing her say that, Sagan realized he had done something wrong. He had always been aloof, but being pointed out to his face still made him a little bothered.

Sagan then pointed to Shesty's cup.

"Actually, that cup of black tea was poisoned."

"Ee-huh?"

She almost dropped the cup in her hand, and Shess shouted nervously.

—They were so scared after I told them; they're so easy to frighten.

After observing the girl's flustered appearance for a while, Sagan said nonchalantly:

"...Just kidding. You should at least be skeptical of what others say."

Even if Sagan hadn't said anything, Shesty would have known he was just joking. She picked up her teacup again and rolled her eyes at him.

"...Wasn't that joke a bit too low-class?"

"Yeah?"

"That's right. Wasn't this black tea brewed by Nefi? You almost made me spill it."

Her reproachful tone left Sagan puzzled.

"But this black tea wasn't brewed by Neferpitou, was it?"

"Huh? But, huh...? Who else would have made this?"

What do you think?

Sagan shrugged, downplaying the issue; of course, Sagan knew absolutely nothing about making tea.

Puzzled, Shestie looked at the remaining person—Far. Well, perhaps she had already learned how to brew black tea from Neferpitou, but she wasn't going to pour tea for Shestie yet.

Shess herself was well aware of this.

She solemnly squatted down in front of the little girl.

In the end, I still didn't have a chance to have a proper talk with you.

After she finished speaking, she reached out to touch Fal's head, but Fal quickly darted behind Sagan.

"Haha, haha... Well, getting close to Fa'er isn't an easy thing."

She smiled helplessly and stood up from the ground.

"...Come again when you have time...Shestia."

As a result, Fa'er said this in a soft but clear voice.

Tears welled up in Shess's eyes.

"Waaah... Finally... You finally called my name!"

"You still cried in the end?"

Fa'er looked at her and sighed helplessly.

When the tears finally stopped, Shess finally stepped towards the door.

"Although it's only been a short time, I'm grateful for everyone's help during this period. I don't know if I can shoulder the responsibility of being a symbiotic person, but I will do my best to make you feel more comfortable."

Just then, a hoarse voice came over.

"Really? It seems you've finally made up your mind."

"Although I feel that I am not up to the task, I will do my best."

"Don't hesitate to let me know if you encounter any difficulties. Although I only have one hand left and there may be limited things I can do, I can still offer some assistance."

The owner of the voice quietly appeared in the room, holding a tea set in one hand.

"Thank you sincerely, Raphael, Your Excellency...?"

She had just bowed her head to thank him when she suddenly looked up. Standing before her was a burly man whose face she had to look up to see.

"Raphael, can you get out of bed now?"

Yes. Standing there was Raphael. It turned out that he had prepared morning tea for everyone as a way of repaying Sagan and the others for the treatment they had given him.

"Hmph. I already have the protection of Orobas, and with the addition of the elf's magic, this minor injury is nothing at all."

However, the lost hand was gone forever. This should have significantly weakened Raphael's strength as a paladin.

Sagan glanced at him.

"Can you still wield the holy sword with that hand?"

"It's not that I can't fight anymore, but I am getting old after all. The Holy Sword should choose a new master soon."

"I see. Well then, until then, let me make good use of you."

"Haha, then you'll probably have to pay a very high price."

What he probably meant was that he would receive a salary from Sagant at that time.

Although Raphael's words were somewhat roundabout, to an outsider, Sagan was essentially the same as this man. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

"Wait a minute, why are you guys chatting like this, as if nothing's wrong!"

Sagan put on a stern face.

"It's so noisy and chattering. What's wrong with this kind of conversation?"

"Of course there's a problem! I originally thought, I thought Lord Raphael was already dead...!"

In fact, Sagan thought the same thing when she said goodbye to him.

But who knew that this man was so respectful and righteous, that he came all the way to Saganju to offer his head to Fael, while the exhausted Shesty was resting at the time and did not meet him.

Sagan pointed at Raphael and said:

"To be honest, it was this man who told me about Grewell's fate?"

"What?"

If it weren't for his relaying of the information, news of the Cardinal's assassination would never have reached here. The Church would likely have tried to cover up such a scandal.

At this moment, Shess felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her.