"...Is that so? They dedicated their lives to God and His Majesty."
Fried sighed deeply. Although he had been ordered to retreat if the assassination attempt on the emperor failed, this operation lacked any escape routes. Fried had also anticipated that Di Hefu might fight to the death rather than flee. Fried didn't know whether to praise him as a warrior worthy of God or to be angry at him for abandoning the path to survival.
Fried shook his head and signaled his subordinates with his eyes to continue reporting.
"The attack on the Sea of Trees... seems to have completely failed. Feabelgen was severely damaged, but still exists. Dabalos's team... was completely destroyed."
“! Not a single person from Dabalos’s army has returned? Does that mean they can’t even retreat one person? No, wait, Feabelgen is still here? Does that mean Dabalos failed to challenge the True Great Labyrinth? How is that possible…”
"...According to reports, the messenger team that entered the forest to investigate also suffered heavy casualties. According to several survivors... there are monsters in the forest disguised as rabbit-men."
Freed felt as if ice were sliding down his spine. A monster? A bunnyman beyond common sense?
Hearing these keywords, his mind suddenly flashed back to the white-haired, eye-patch-wearing boy who had given him such a hard time several times, and the bunny girl beside him. He was certain it was him, and he couldn't help but yell at the young man in his mind.
"You again!"
"F-Fried-sama?"
Fried understood that his men were confused, but he was so angry that he had no time to care about their feelings.
Even though the person was not present, the boy still obstructed him, and Fried was very angry with the boy.
At this time, there was another knock on the door. It seemed that someone came again.
Fried closed his eyes and tried to calm his boiling mind.
After a few seconds, when he calmed down, he allowed the visitor to enter the room.
"Excuse me, General, His Majesty has summoned you."
"! Got it. I'll be there right away."
After hearing what his subordinate said after saluting, Fried froze for a moment, then immediately nodded in agreement.
Having been ordered to standby for nearly ten days, his spirit was almost at its limit, not to mention that the soldiers and the people were probably also at their limit. He had long awaited His Majesty's summons, and he hurried to the throne room.
The soldiers at the gate saluted upon seeing Fried. Entering the throne room, Fried immediately spotted the Demon King, his back to him, admiring the large divine painting adorning the back of the throne.
"Fried Bagoa pays respect to His Majesty."
Fried knelt down to pay his respects, but the Demon King did not respond for a long time.
For Freed, it felt like being trapped in darkness, extremely uneasy. Finally, the Demon King looked at the divine painting and spoke:
"Have you heard the report from the Empire and the Sea of Trees?"
"Yes, I just received the report. This is entirely due to my negligence. I have no excuse."
The demon lord chuckled.
"Your plan was not wrong. The failure was all caused by the anomaly."
"But--"
The devil interrupted him and said:
"That's all, Freed. I'd like to hear your previous report again."
"W-What? The contents of the report?"
"Yes, you said that the blonde, red-eyed girl you were fighting, no matter how badly she was injured, would 'regenerate'?"
"...'Regeneration'... Yes, it is indeed as Your Majesty said. That phenomenon is more like 'regeneration' than healing."
"Besides, she doesn't need any chants or magic circles, and she even looks childish, right?"
"Yes, that's right."
The Demon King chuckled again, but the meaning seemed subtly different from before.
"……His Majesty?"
Fried called out in confusion, and the Demon King coughed, as if to regain his spirits.
"Fried, most of the operations have failed, and the army attacking the capital has suffered a devastating blow. Although Garant's combat power is still sufficient, including your monsters, the soldiers and the people seem quite uneasy."
"...It's my incompetence. All the responsibility lies with me."
"I'm not trying to find fault. I came to you for another reason."
Fried's head was already lowered as if he was kneeling and kowtowing, but the devil said to him:
"—God has sent down an oracle."
"What!"
Once upon a time, Fried had heard the voice of God. Recalling the words of Yarbu-sama, the god revered by the demons, Fried was intoxicated, yet he managed to keep his consciousness in the present.
Fried concentrated his mind, determined not to miss what was coming next. Of course, the Demon King was the voice that manifested God's will on earth; his words were the words of God.
The Demon King spoke seriously:
"—'I will send an apostle there. Use him to your heart's content. Also—bring the anomaly and those who assist him to me.'"
“What! Bring them here!? But then!”
Upon hearing God's will, Freed nearly objected, something he would never normally do. This was because, until just now, his heart was still filled with anger and hatred towards the young man and his companions.
Fortunately, he was interrupted before he could say anything.
What interrupted him was a beam of light that suddenly fell before his eyes.
"What is this? Your Majesty, please step back."
Fried was wary, worried that it might be an assassin, but the Demon King waved his hand to stop him.
A beam of light shone brightly, piercing the throne room's ceiling as if descending from the sky. A moment later, the light suddenly blazed brighter. Fried couldn't help but shield his eyes with his hand as a figure kneeling on one knee appeared before his eyes.
The person had beautiful silver hair and wore magnificent armor like a Nordic Valkyrie. Her perfect features were breathtaking, and she had a pair of icy blue eyes. The woman was so beautiful that she lacked a human presence. She stood up and said:
"—I am God's Apostle, Esther. By the Lord's command, I will serve the Demon King from this day forward and overcome all difficulties for His Majesty."
"Welcome, I look forward to your performance."
Before the stunned Freed, the Apostle of God and the Demon King exchanged greetings. The Demon King ignored Freed's wavering expression and continued the conversation.
"Ester, I heard that your compatriot Noin was killed by that anomaly... Is there a problem?"
"That's not a problem, because Noin is just one of us."
What does that mean? Before Fried could even think to ask, the answer appeared before his eyes.
In the throne room, spacious enough to hold five or six hundred people, vortexes of light appeared one after another, probably more than a hundred in number. And from each vortex of light, someone emerged, and all who emerged from the light were—
"Your Majesty, General Freed! Outside! A large number of women have appeared outside the royal city! Every one of them looks exactly the same!"
Hearing the shouts of the soldiers rushing in, Fried immediately came back to his senses.
He used spatial magic to open a spatial portal and surveyed the situation from above. He saw the Apostles of God arrayed neatly in front of the royal city, numbering approximately four hundred.
At the same time, approximately one hundred of God's apostles appeared in the throne room.
They have the same look and appearance as Esther and the murdered Noin.
A cold and ruthless voice sounded.
"With five hundred of God's apostles here, we cannot be defeated."
Fried couldn't help but tremble with excitement, and all the soldiers and citizens were also trembling with excitement.
They beheld the manifestation of the holy Apostle of God.
I thought to myself - Ah, the demons are indeed a race chosen by God.
"Fried, I'll give you a new mission. Carry it out with the apostles."
"As you command!"
Seeing the king radiate unshakable confidence and majesty, Fried was filled with an indescribable emotion. As he listened to the Demon King's new orders, a thought suddenly occurred to him.
Come to think of it, Your Majesty also has golden hair and red eyes.
Volume 7 Extra Chapter: The Lasting Thoughts
In the carriage that was vibrating continuously and tormenting his buttocks, an old man sighed deeply.
The woman in the car frowned.
"Master Simon, it's about time you accepted your fate."
"That's true. Ahhh, this is so depressing. I don't want to go to the capital."
The old man sighed exaggeratedly again and glanced secretly at the woman.
During the long journey to the royal capital, the same conversation had been repeated countless times, and the woman finally could no longer bear it.
"Ahh, this is so annoying! Grandfather! Stop complaining! If it was just when we set out, it would be fine. We'll arrive at the capital this afternoon! How long are you going to keep grumbling and complaining? Are you still a priest of the Holy Church?!"
"But……"
"An old man chewing his fingers isn't cute! It's just disgusting!"
The old man bit his fingers to act cute, but the woman slapped his hand away.
The old man who deliberately exaggerated his pain was named Simon Liberal. He was nearly seventy-six years old and was a priest of the Holy Church. He had white hair, emerald eyes, and dark skin.
"Hey~! Mr. Coachman, my granddaughter is abusing me! Please save me!"
"This is just the old man's nonsense! Please ignore it as usual!"
The driver, who was also experienced, replied politely, "Okay, okay!"
This time, Simon complained tearfully that young people these days are really unkind to the elderly.
Simon's granddaughter, eighteen-year-old Sivir Liberal, who was also in the car, immediately showed her impatience. She was a beautiful woman with blonde hair, emerald eyes, and tan skin, and her expression when angry was quite oppressive.
Having said that, Xiweier is also a person who aspires to become a priest. Her personality is generally gentle, and it is mostly her grandfather Simon who makes her angry.
"How can I not complain? The contents of Liliana-sama's letter are already unbelievable, and she even wants me to... to... wow, I'm about to vomit blood."
"I understand your feelings... Besides, Grandfather has been banished to the border for so long, why is he only being recalled now..."
"When Her Highness Liliana was young, before I was expelled from the headquarters, I often talked with Her Highness, so she probably remembers me. Even so..."
“…Yeah, I still can’t face reality, or should I say, I don’t want to face reality…”
Urgent news arrived from the kingdom about two weeks ago.
When asked what the important matter was, the messenger handed Simon a handwritten letter from the princess.
Simon had indeed been the bishop of the main temple and had come into contact with Liliana at the time. However, because he inadvertently opposed discrimination against demihumans, he was exiled to a small town north of the Gulun Desert to serve as a priest. That was ten years ago.
Simon's eloquence allowed him to avoid being labeled a heretic. However, his values differed from others, making it impossible for him to interact with the royal family. Since his exile, he has not seen Liliana again.
Therefore, the son and his family were shocked when they saw the princess's handwritten letter.
And the content of the letter was even more shocking.
——The Holy Church's base collapsed, and all the clergy in the royal capital, including the Pope, were killed in the line of duty.
The whole family couldn't help but ask in unison: What on earth happened! ?
If the envoy had not produced the seal of the royal envoy to prove the truth of what was written in the letter, they would have suspected that they had been scammed, and they still have some doubts even now.
Then, the "please" in the letter was the reason why Simon was upset now.
——We recommend Simon Liberal to be the new Pope. Please come to the capital as soon as possible.
The whole family couldn't help but ask in unison: Why! ?
If the envoy had not produced the seal of the royal envoy to prove the truth of what was said in the letter, they would have suspected that they had been scammed and would have been avoiding reality until now.
Liliana chose Simon after carefully considering various factors and situations, but it was a bolt from the blue for her.
"But I was a little surprised you agreed. After all, Your Highness's letter also stated that, considering my age, I wouldn't blame you even if you refused. Putting aside the matter of electing a Pope, Your Highness has also summoned priests from other places. Since Grandfather dislikes the Central Government, I expected you to refuse."
"Well, I really want to refuse."
At this moment, Xiweier couldn't help but shudder. His grandfather seemed to have changed in an instant, and he was almost swallowed by his momentum. Although Simon quickly returned to his usual slightly frivolous appearance, Xiweier sat up straight and asked for no reason to refuse.
"Nothing, I just remembered an old oral tradition and wanted to confirm it."
"A passage? Is it passed down orally in our family?"
"Although it's only been passed down orally, I often tell Xiweier about it."
Xiweier tilted his head, thinking about his grandfather's mysterious words.
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