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"Everyone! Don't move, back up and spread out."

Ludwig's resounding command reached everyone's ears.

The next second, when she faced the surprised or questioning gazes of the sergeants, she responded with only a resolute look.

She knew better than anyone else present that there was no need to attack Deloitte; he would be dead soon enough.

Perhaps, compared to Dolois, she ultimately preferred to believe the honorary duke who didn't seem like an enemy at all, or perhaps she knew that if she ruined a small wish that Dolois had endured so much to achieve, her conscience would be guilty for the rest of her life.

She didn't want to have any regrets, so even at the risk of committing a crime, she chose to act according to her own judgment.

And so, Delois staggered a few steps.

He was facing the Holy Kingdom knights, who seemed to have been parted and were gradually making way for him.

Wherever his gaze fell, the people of the Holy Kingdom would naturally step back.

All the Holy Knights stood on either side, watching Delois drag his battered body forward step by step, leaving a deep trail of blood on the ground.

It was as if every step he took without falling was a miracle!

It's unclear whether it's an instinctive awe of the powerful Demon King or a maddening infatuation with him.

Some knights even felt an urge to express their respect to him.

It seems that it doesn't matter what race or faction this demon is.

This sheer will alone was enough to send shivers down the spines of the powerful figures from the Holy Kingdom who witnessed it.

Gradually, Deloitte's purpose became clear to people.

Delois finally stopped in his tracks.

He faced the entrance to the palace, his face covered in blood, yet he wore a childlike, innocent smile.

It was a kind of bravado, as if she was putting on a brave face so that her family wouldn't worry.

His eyes also showed a sense of relief, as if he had completed all his missions and could finally go home.

At that moment, a slender figure appeared in the distance, which he was facing.

The figure, with tears in her eyes, approached him anxiously and tremblingly, as if afraid he would shatter at any moment.

"Brother...you won again, didn't you? I knew you'd win big..."

Talomatti arrived in front of Delois in no time, wanting to reach out and help her brother.

She had never seen her brother covered in wounds, nor had she ever imagined it in her mind; it was a terrifying sight for her.

The next second, Dolois collapsed onto her outstretched arm as if she had finally given up.

"Talomati, let's go home..."

As Doloice's tired voice rang out, the moment she touched her brother, she felt that Doloice was very light.

Like a floating leaf.

She had no idea where his body, which was almost an empty shell, got the strength to pretend that he could still walk towards her.

Until Talomatti gently lifted his brother up and carefully helped him sit on the ground, while he supported his back.

This seemed to make him feel a little better.

But at this moment, an overwhelming sense of despair had swept over Taromati like a tidal wave.

The moment she touched her brother, she knew it.

Her brother suffered a soul injury that she could not even imagine.

"Delois...? Are you trying to fool me again? I... I won't be fooled by you anymore."

Talomatti said in a trembling voice.

She seemed somewhat agitated. She had long ago sworn that she would never forgive Talomatti if Deloitte deceived her again, and now she didn't know which god to pray to, so that Deloitte's current behavior would be considered a lie.

Finally, after a period of helplessness, she stopped hiding her despair and could only fix her gaze on her brother.

Aside from looking at Doloice, she couldn't think of anyone else who could help her.

"If you ever don't know who to ask for help in the future, or if there's no one who can help you, pray to the Goddess of Reincarnation and Fate... She loves every living being in this world equally..."

Delois spoke in an extremely weak voice.

He seemed to understand Talotati's thoughts in an instant.

"I don't want to pray to the gods. I'm a demon, and I don't want to understand so many complicated things!"

It was rare for Talomatti to express his emotions so intensely.

This reaction from Talomatti surprised Delois, and he couldn't help but smile faintly, though he didn't let his expression change.

They really are siblings.

This stubborn look made Dolos feel like he was looking at himself in a mirror.

Delois gently raised his fingers, as if wanting to reach out and wipe away Talomatti's tears.

But he simply didn't have the strength to move anymore.

Every tiny movement was observed by Talomatti.

She quickly grabbed her brother's hand and held it tightly.

She finally realized that every word her brother spoke now might be his last.

I shouldn't say anything willful anymore; I should reassure him more.

Just now.

She seemed to finally understand why Delois had started to pray devoutly to the goddess Tiki, the deity of goodness and order, after Chlordia's death.

Because when he died holding Clodia, he must have felt just as powerless and helpless.

The downside of having a very close sibling relationship is that you can quickly figure out what the other person is thinking.

Their shared sorrow was contagious, causing each other even greater pain.

"Throughout my life, I have never harmed any kind person, nor have I ever owed anyone anything..."

Delois's eyes flashed like a revolving lantern, and he began to murmur as if in a dream.

But then, as if he had thought of something, tears finally streamed down his face.

"But the one thing I've wronged is my sister... the hurt I caused her, the time in the Holy Kingdom... and now..."

"I just can't... I just can't pay it back..."

Delois's voice trembled and rose and fell, like someone who was about to freeze to death in the freezing snow.

"I don't blame you, I don't blame you..."

Talomatti gripped Delois's cold, limp hand, pressing it against her cheek as if trying to give him even the slightest warmth, but only her tears soaked Delois's increasingly cold hand.

Right at the very end.

"You are my proudest little sister, always have been..."

"The Demon Realm is now in your hands..."

Delois gripped Talomatti's hand as if using the last of his strength.

He only understood his sister's long-standing inner conflict after he returned to the Demon Realm and reconciled with her.

It turns out that the younger sister had always thought that her brother was the better one among the twins, and that she was inferior to him and was just a scrap.

Her greatest wish has always been to gain the same power as her brother.

This was the only compensation he could offer Taromati.

Actually, that's not the case...

Delois seemed to have stopped breathing; his words became fragmented and even the logic of his sentences began to jump around.

But he believed Talomatti could understand.

"Actually, I've always envied you since I was little... I genuinely feel that you, as my younger sister, are more perfect... while I'm just an extra born for you..."

Only now did Delois reveal his true feelings.

He no longer resembles the demon king who maintained an impeccable and majestic aura.

Finally, as if his words had softened, he transformed into a vulnerable human boy.

"So... Talomatti... don't forget me..."

Even after I'm gone...

"I will always be by your side... protecting you..."

Delois's last words grew fainter and fainter until they could no longer be heard.

A strange magic seemed to have altered the aura emanating from Talomatti.

This is Dorothy's last forbidden magic in this life—

It is also the supreme demonic magic of the Demon King's Tomb, which took a new form under Delois's use.

He would not seal his magic and soul in the Demon King's Tomb.

Instead, he sacrificed everything he had to his sister, whose life and soul were of the same origin as his own!

"......elder brother?"

As the last vestige of life in Delois dissipated, so too did the life force within him vanish.

Talomatti stood there, tears streaming down his face, his voice trembling.

They seemed to be pitiful demons cursed by the gods.

In the process of realizing the wish that one has pursued throughout one's life, what one truly experiences is the most painful experience of one's life.

Even though Talomatti hasn't been able to accept the reality before him.

The strange magical power that had suddenly appeared in her body, and the spells that she had inexplicably come to understand—spells that should have belonged only to Delois—all told her what had happened.

But she still refused to believe it; she always felt that her brother in her arms could wake up again.

His sleep must only be temporary.