Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

Someone like Yoshino, who was already in a terminal condition in the original story, might have died immediately.

"But having said that, Darling, what are you going to do?"

In fact, it doesn’t matter to Miku whether she has the power of elves or not. It is enough for her as long as Vitan does not abandon her.

But it's better to have power.

After all, she knew very well that in another world, the women of Vitan were almost all powerful characters.

In order to get along better with those sisters, and then... ahem!

Therefore, it is better to have power.

"It's very simple. I just need to put you in my "space-time gap"."

"After all, my power and the will of this world cannot interfere with it."

……

This is a room with a very simple decoration style, but two walls are lined with man-made wooden bookshelves.

But what is placed on the bookshelf are not literary works.

Instead, there are comics and light novels of various styles and genres, but even with two walls of bookshelves, it is still impossible to put all these books on display.

Magazines, comics, and light novels were piled up like small hills in the empty spaces of the room, making it look quite messy.

Of course, this is the most exaggerated place in the whole room.

Still on the bed, there was only enough space in the middle of the big bed for one person to lie down, and many books were scattered around. It looked like a coffin specially customized for a deceased person who loved reading during his lifetime.

If you add a few crumpled paper towels and throw them on the ground at random.

I guess this is definitely the otaku's room.

"Oh, I'm so hungry!"

As the hoarse voice sounded, a thin and frail hand slowly rose from under the bed and grabbed the sheets.

Then, like a wriggling worm, a seemingly delicate figure twisted from under the bed to the bed, and fell into the space perfectly in a gentle state like a puzzle.

Gulp... Gulp... Gulp...

A louder wailing sounded again.

The figure lying on the bed seemed unable to bear this state and tried hard to turn over.

His cheeks were thin, his dark circles were very deep, and there seemed to be no flesh on his cheeks. He could almost be described as looking emaciated.

But when all his features are complete, some embarrassment is inevitable.

Narrow and long almond-shaped eyes, thin lips, straight nose, regular facial features, and a delicate face.

But the most important thing is the gently undulating hill on her chest.

"No...I can't...I'm almost dying!"

The woman looked so weak that it was quite difficult for her to speak normally.

However, in the next moment!

A very familiar voice exploded in Erya's ears.

"I say, your life is too decadent."

"If you had known this would happen, wouldn't it be better to live with me? At least you can have everything you want."

Elves also need to eat, although he is not sure what the elves on the critical stage should eat.

Even hearing this familiar voice.

The woman still didn't open her eyes, but just stretched out her hand tremblingly.

"It's you...ah! Vitan..."

"Eat...eat, no matter what you want to say..."

"Eat first..."

Vitan, who had no place to sit, sighed softly, then stretched out his hand and waved gently.

The various books scattered on the ground and the bed floated up directly, as if there was something remotely controlling them from behind, automatically finding empty spaces and arranging them.

As a breeze blew, the dust in the room flew up and fell into the trash can.

On the table top, the space is also distorted at the same time.

One after another, steaming dishes that looked and tasted great were spit out from the black hole.

Vitan waved gently to Honjo Niya who was lying on the bed.

The next moment, Erya, who was so weak that he could not move at all, was lifted up by an invisible force and floated towards the dining table.

“Sniff…sniff…”

The aroma of the dishes continued to float upwards and reached the nose of the drowsy Erya.

"So hot..."

“So hot… so delicious…”

Erya wolfed down the food.

Although the food was very hot, the elf's excellent physical fitness allowed her to block the heat and eat like crazy.

Looking at her like this, she looks like a hungry wolf who hasn't eaten for five or six days.

It was clearly enough for nearly five people, but in less than ten minutes, most of it had been eaten.

"belch……"

Erya, who was full and satisfied, burped in an ungraceful manner and patted her stomach with both hands. Then she turned her attention to the man who had just broken into her house.

"Hey, I say!"

"It is not a gentleman's behavior to break into a lady's room by force."

Vitan waved the half-opened comic book in his hand, his mouth twitching as he spoke unhappily.

"A lady's room?"

"Do you think you have anything to do with the word 'lady'?"

Erya didn't feel embarrassed at all when Vitan confronted her so directly. After all, anyone who dared to call herself a "lady" after others saw her dirty room had no shame at all.

After eating, Erya felt his body full of strength again.

She stood up and came to Vitan's side.

He first glanced curiously at the comic book in Vitan's hand, then curved his eyes and poked Vitan's side with his finger.

"How does it look?"

Swish-!

Vitan turned the page of the comic book titled "SILVERBULLET" in his hand.

"Not bad, you wrote this, didn't you?"

"Quite interesting."

He really likes reading comics and anime, and even has many similar collections in his own castle.

Even with his wide-ranging reading, Honjo Niya's works are definitely among the top ten.

"Oh, you have good taste."

"In that case, I'll give you all the books on the shelf. Take your time reading them when you get home."

Hear Vitan praising his comic book.

Erya's mood obviously rose to a higher level immediately.

Vitan was not polite either. After returning to the Devil High School, he also prepared to take a short break.

Naturally, there will be free time to do some chores.

Vitan turned around and threw the book he had not finished reading into his personal space.

"So what is the matter with you coming to see me today?"

"You don't want me to run the company for you, do you?"

When this was mentioned, Erya's body couldn't help but tremble. This was the reason why she ran away from DEM in such a hurry.

She has no interest in being in power. She just wants to draw comics freely, to express the characters and world she has imagined through her pen and let everyone know.

"of course not."

"I don't mean to force anyone else if it's not necessary."

"This time, I just want to take you away."

Vitan shrugged, pulled out the chair where Erya usually worked, and sat on it.

The corners of Erya's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his eyes blinked helplessly.

"I say, don't you know how contradictory your words just now are?"

She pulled a chair directly from the dining table, sat on it as if she was riding a horse, and rested her chin on the back of the chair.

"You know very well that I just like to draw comics freely."

"But you still want to take me away. Isn't this forcing me?"

Vitan raised his eyelids, took a quick look at Erya's face, and then chuckled.

"I don't see any expression of excessive resistance on your face."

"Maybe I just feel that I am just a weak woman, so I just accept my fate in front of you, the Demon King?"

Erya narrowed his eyes meaningfully.

"is it?"

Hearing Erya's words that were intended to cover up something, Vitan just shook his head slightly and didn't continue to keep her in suspense.

"It has nothing to do with what you think in your mind. Don't think too much about it."

"Remember what I told you, no matter what you want spiritual power for."

It had not been too long since the two of them separated, so naturally, she would not forget what Vitan had said in such a short time.

Moreover, that day was quite meaningful to her, so it was impossible for her to forget it.

"Is it time to take action against the Origin Spirit?"

"You're really quick. It's only been a few days and you've already brought disaster to all the elves!"

Erya patted the back of his chair in surprise with his little hands.

“First of all, the word scourge is problematic.”

"Secondly, I don't have all of them. I still have three elves to deal with."

Vitan sighed helplessly. He was fed up with Erya's way of speaking which always deviated from the facts.

"Then why did you come to me?"

This time, Erya really had a question mark on her head. Then, as if she suddenly thought of something, she clapped her hands together.

"Is that so? Do you want me to help you search for the other three elves?"

"sure!"

"Give me the photos of the three of them. I'll search them using the Whispering Book and then go with you!"

DEM has been searching for the traces of elves for many years. Although she is the only one who has successfully captured one, the information is definitely preserved.

So maybe he wants to take me with him and constantly search for the elves' past, lock the location and narrow it down.

Thinking of this, Erya straightened his back, patted his chest, which had no curve to begin with, and said triumphantly:

"There's nothing I can do! Even though I'm a famous cartoonist, I still have the important task of publishing a sequel."

"But since you are my savior, I will generously help you."

If Erya were Pinocchio, his nose would probably stretch two meters out now.