Miss Surtr will ignite the world

I just stepped into the hall.

A languid female voice came from ahead.

"She is your most loyal subordinate."

"Yes, this is the Demon King's most loyal and intelligent subordinate."

The young voice said so.

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 38 - The Future Belongs to the Young

Another guy who doesn't dress properly.

Upon first meeting Scherer, Surtr made this assessment.

Dark-colored dresses are almost all made of tulle, which covers the chest quite well, and the abdomen is almost transparent, making it even more alluring.

Her lower body consisted of black briefs and over-the-knee socks, creating a unified color scheme and an unusually high level of eroticism.

Combined with her voluptuous figure, it's as if she's deliberately tempting someone to commit a crime.

It is said that since she came into this world, all the women she has seen have been dressed unusually scantily.

There are the Skywing race, the Color Spirit race, and the Machine race, and now there's another Demon race. The only exception is probably Chronie, who is even more covered up than her.

What a shameless world!

With a sigh in her heart, she propped her head up with one hand, crossed her legs, and leaned against the not-so-comfortable stone throne.

A fluffy little animal was placed on my lap, and I was rubbing it with one hand. The texture was just as good as that of a rabbit.

This scene has a strange sense of déjà vu, as if I just saw it not long ago?

Putting aside her strange thoughts, Surtr looked down at Scherer, who was walking towards her with his head down, and her lazy voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Is this your most loyal subordinate?"

"Yes."

The Demon King spoke in human language and introduced himself to her with a proud tone.

"She is the Demon King's most loyal subordinate, one of the Nine Demon Generals, the strategist, and the pillar of the Demon King's army, Shelehe!"

Surtr was momentarily at a loss, assuming that with such a talented person, the Demon King's army would surely prosper.

Could this guy really be a genius?

Forget it.

"Lift your head up."

Scherer was puzzled.

Who is the Demon King talking to?

As the Demon King's confidant (and greatest threat), Sherr knew a lot about the real Demon King. He even created a voice-changing spell because he felt his voice was too young and lacked authority.

So she recognized the Demon King's voice immediately.

And who is the other woman?

Out of respect for the Demon King, she did not look up directly.

However, a slight smile played on her lips. Sure enough, the Demon King summoned her to praise her; she truly lived up to his reputation.

So, could the other woman be the new Nine Demon Generals? Doesn't that mean she'll be a senior?

As expected of the Demon Lord, their Demon Army is truly thriving.

His heart was already filled with excitement, and when he heard the call to look up, he responded in a bright voice without thinking.

"Yes, Demon Lord~"

The last syllable is stretched out indefinitely.

Upon seeing the figure on the throne, Sherler froze in place, his smile vanishing instantly. At the same time, a cheerful voice came from behind him.

"Look what I've found! This is a major discovery!"

Jibril burst through the door carrying a huge object, her face beaming like a child who had found a new toy.

However, the thing in the other person's hand was clearly not a toy.

It was a huge animal head.

It's a feline with black spots on its fur; it's probably a leopard.

However, the leopard's size was clearly beyond reason; its head alone was larger than Jibril's body.

Something that is valued by the other party is probably not something simple.

She had a vague guess in her mind, but before she could ask, a heart-wrenching sound came from the ground in front of her.

"My God! A Winged Race!"

*Splat*

Seemingly gripped by some indescribable fear, Sherer's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. Completely devoid of his previous composure and elegance, he scrambled up the platform, hiding behind the throne, crouching down with his hands on his head, protecting his Demon Lord in front of him.

"Help! Lord Demon King!"

Sherr was trembling.

The set of movements was so fluid and seamless that Surtr almost didn't have time to react.

"These are the pillars of the Demon King's army you were talking about?"

Surtr looked at the pet on his lap with a strange expression.

Lord Demon King: "..."

I suddenly had this urge to kill this guy and rework him.

Jibril was also taken aback by this sudden change, but then, as if she recognized the other party, a joyful expression appeared on her face. She raised her head and flew to the side of the throne, peeking her head out from behind.

"Oh, it's you."

"what!"

Sheler let out a strange cry and climbed to the side of the throne to avoid the other's gaze.

"What, do you know her?"

Surtr was puzzled.

"Of course, although she's just a piece of trash with no fighting power, this guy has been alive for over 30,000 years. Whether it was other races attacking the Demon King or us (the Skywing race) hunting special individuals, she always managed to escape. She even evaded the subsequent pursuit. Now, the value of her head is skyrocketing."

Jibril explained, her gaze following Scheller to Surtr in front of her.

30,000... What legendary longevity king?

This number shocked Surtr.

For a moment, she didn't know whether to marvel at the other person's ability to survive, or to lament that the other person was still at such a weak level even after 30,000 years.

"So that's how it is? I was so happy that she survived, but it turns out she was always the one who abandoned me and ran away."

The Demon King felt like he was about to cry.

"Ah, Demon King, please let me explain!"

While circling around Surtr, Scherer tried to defend himself.

Surtr rubbed his temples, then lifted his little foot and hooked it around Sherler's neck.

"Alright, this isn't the Type-Moon set, why are you doing this two-person comedy? Don't be afraid, Jibril won't do anything to you."

He shifted his toes to make the other person's head face him.

"At least that's how it is while I'm still around."

Thinking of the nature of the Skywing race, she added another sentence.

"oh oh."

Faced with Surtr's calm yet oppressive gaze, Sheler nodded blankly. Only then did she seem to realize what was happening. She looked at the demon king on his lap, then at Surtr, and asked cautiously.

"Um, who are you?"

Looking back now, she recognizes that face.

They came here with the Skywing and the Machine Race.

Considering the previously mentioned attack of the Demon King, and the fact that the Demon King is currently sitting on the throne.

Her brilliant intelligence finally regained its footing.

“That’s right, Scherer.”

The Demon King jumped onto Sherler's back and spoke in a tone that was both melancholy and excited.

"From now on, this will be our new Demon King!"

In the end, did the struggle for orthodoxy ultimately end in defeat?

"The Demon King's throne belongs to the capable, and Surtr is a far more capable Demon King than I am."

As a fantasy species born from the fantasy of destroying the world, the Demon King immediately recognized the destructive aura emanating from Surtr that was far more powerful than his own.

This is the kind of temperament that only those who have destroyed the world possess.

You think she knelt down so quickly because she was cowardly? Wrong. She just felt that the responsibility of destroying the world should be handed over to a more suitable person.

"Old guys like me will eventually be phased out; the future belongs to the young."

The Demon King turned his back, gazing at the setting sun outside the palace, his tone weary and aged.

"Demon King...Is that so? I understand."

Seemingly witnessing the Demon King's determination, a resolute glint also flashed in Sherler's eyes, and he did so without hesitation.

She knelt down on both knees; oh, she was already kneeling.

Scherer held Surtr's shoes in his hands, lowered his head, and said.

"Then, from this day forward, the Nine Demon Generals, Shelehe, will serve the Demon King with all their might."

As she spoke, she lowered her head even further.

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 39 The Demon Lord Must Have Her Reasons for Doing This

Surtr truly felt the unwavering loyalty of that man named Scherer.

He's a monster on par with Sink.

"Ahem, very good. With such a loyal subordinate as you, the future of the Demon King's army should be bright."

Surtr subtly withdrew his foot from the other's hand and offered a forced compliment.

"Thank you for your trust, Demon King. I will certainly live up to your expectations."

As she spoke, she crawled forward two more steps.

"Alright, get up now. What kind of behavior is this?"

After being reminded, Sherler seemed to finally realize that his actions were somewhat inappropriate. His face flushed, and he quickly stood up from the ground, took two steps back, coughed awkwardly twice, and bowed slightly.

"Excuse me."

"Alright, there's something I need you to do next."

Surtr didn't pay attention to these minor details.

"Please speak, I will bet my reputation as a strategist that I will succeed."

Sherler patted her chest, tilted her head back, and spoke with absolute certainty. But then she added something else.

"Of course, please don't expect much from my combat abilities. It's best if I don't go to the battlefield. As for logistics, please don't make things too difficult either, since the Demon King's army has limited resources right now."

"..."

This was the first time Surtr had ever seen a subordinate who dared to make demands before even giving an order.

Although she was usually very dignified, she knew from the moment this guy led the escape that he was definitely not a decent person.

Just be a silly subordinate.

"It's very simple."