I must speak.
There was no other choice.
For demons, what was built through desire was the foundation, vision, and everything.
If there was a past where she had sworn loyalty to him, a new beginning required putting an end to such a past.
Even if that act might lead her to death.
I must speak to my Lord
Feeling such anxiety, as she gradually raised her bowed head, she began to vaguely see the figure of the Lord she served.
Oooong, ooong.
No, she could only barely make out his outline.
The torrents of power filling his body swallowed up the form that should have been visible, preventing anyone from discerning his appearance with the naked eye.
Depending on the view, he appeared like an adult or a child, indistinguishable as male or female, human or beast
Four Heavenly Kings.
He faced them in such an unrecognizable form.
Soon, the Demon King began to slowly open his mouth, as if splitting the heavy silence.
My loyal vassals Have you all gathered here?
A chill ran down her spine at his voice, distorted by the torrents.
In that situation, the first to speak was Beelzebub, who acted as the treasurer of the Demon Kings army.
Yes, Demon King. All the Four Heavenly Kings have responded to your summons. Please tell us the reason for this gathering.
He continued in his characteristically polite manner, yet he couldnt suppress the trembling of his body.
Naturally. The one before them possessed such imnse power that just by standing there, he could crush everything around him.
Conversely, everyone present believed that by simply following his path, they could indirectly achieve what they desired.
Such expectations allowed them to face the being before them without pure fear
Demon King, before hearing your command, just a mont
Wait a mont before that. Hey, Demon King! I have sothing to say. Is that alright?
Grizvill raised his hand first, taking advantage of the mont when she was about to express her intention.
phisto, holding her resignation letter, silently turned to look at Grizvill, who had risen before her.
Even at this mont, she observed the most greedy demon coveting her rank.
Attention, everyone here! I am going to make a declaration right now in front of the Demon King.
He soon spoke, drawing everyones attention to himself.
Even the aura emitted by the Demon King was sohow overco by the powerful desire he was born with.
phisto Rage. Right here in front of the Demon King, I challenge you to a duel!
Then, turning his gaze towards her, Grizvill delivered the expected words, smirking venomously.
Receiving that gaze, phisto stood quietly, prompting Grizvill to burst into a confident laugh as if even the silence were beneath him.
Its best not to find it strange. Considering what youve done in the Demon Kings army, everyone here knows that the second rank is too much for a re jester like you.
Oh dear.
Puhuhu~
Beelzebub shook his head as if troubled by Grizvills words, while Yasmo Deus burst into laughter, amused.
Such sentints were shared by the other demons around them.
More curiosity than confusion, admiration, and aspiration for being able to speak so openly in front of the Demon King
This atmosphere generally favored Grizvill.
But that doesnt matter.
Yes, she was a jester.
Rank, achievents, strength
If none of it helped to amuse her Lord, then it was of no concern to her.
Demon King, dont you think the sa? That a damned jester who contributes nothing to your army, claiming to be your right hand is ridiculous?
There was one reason she hadnt stepped forward.
It was because she first needed to see how her Lord would react to these words.
If he even slightly agrees with these words
I
If he shows any significant emotion toward this arrogant speech, she might even consider tearing up the resignation letter she held.
Why should I care about such matters?
But the words eventually spoken were as she had initially anticipated.
The mont that voice quelled the disarray in the room, bewildernt began to bloom on Grizvills face, who until then had been speaking confidently.
What?
Why? I cant understand why youre asking that.
The Demon King, looking down at Grizvill, spoke.
Then if I kill a bit more slowly, perhaps Ill understand?
Ah, ahhhh! My my Lord! Please calm down! I dont know what you want, but please, calm down
Beelzebubs agonized screams echoed.
He might have guessed that the Demon Kings state wasnt normal, but his obsession with wealth still maintained his loyalty.
For him, who had traversed various dinsions collecting valuable items, betraying the Demon Kings loyalty ant losing everything he had maintained so far.
Beelzebub, my loyal vassal please die for right here!
No, that cant be Ugh!
No, struggle more resist for . Even if its a struggle to live, make the feeling of killing you all clear for
Ev-everyone, what are you doing?! My my Lord. Quickly, calm the Demon King dooown!
As that desire was soon swallowed by the urge to survive, the power emitted from him began to spread to the trembling demons around him.
It was pheromones. The power of avarice, created to exercise absolute command over those who willingly accepted his bodily fluids.
A power that could only be exerted with the others consent, but Beelzebub had established many under the guise of trade, amassing a considerable following.
Without exaggeration, among those in the Demon Kings army, few hadnt borrowed his treasures.
Keulk Aah!
What whats this? My body is moving on its own aah!
Led by the pheromones, the demons began to fall, pressed down by the surge of power, or collapsed, gasping for air.
Even if they managed to close the distance, the result was the sa.
With just a flick of the Demon Kings fingers, the power released compressed their bodies into re clumps of blood.
Ah, aah. Th-this this is
Nothing could be done with just the small fries.
Even in such a desperate situation, Beelzebub, seeking a way out, noticed a woman in a tuxedo taking out an instrunt in the distance.
Shall I help you?
The frenzied jester, phisto.
As a violin and bow were summoned and grasped in her hand, Beelzebub felt his heart sink.
-phisto. What are you going to do?
I feel so sorry for you.
There was no malice.
Just a maybe, with her own performance.
If we stay like this, well just die. Shouldnt we at least have the chance to struggle?
Expecting that even the emotions felt from killing his loyal subordinates might sohow be amplified and awakened.
D-dont do it. Your power is dangerous in this situation
Creak!
No, stop. Thats enough!
Theres no malice.
An honest answer.
And the power that filled her hand, ignoring the dissuasion.
From beginning to end, Im just a jester who wishes for the Demon Kings laughter.
Even if there was a slight possibility, if it was revealed in this final mont.
Screech!!!
With a swing filled with such will, the chilling sound of the bow scraping the strings echoed.
The demons, stimulated by the performance, were drawn by Beelzebubs pheromones and began to rush towards the Demon King.
Like moths advancing through flas.
Kwarurung!
Into the disaster that crumbled everything in sight.
Forgetting the fear until the very end of all ends.
Ah Aaaaaaaaah!
Indeed, it wasnt even a massacre.
The outco was so obvious, it could almost be called a collective suicide.
I dont feel anything anything at all
The living calamity that created such a desperate situation began to sob uncontrollably over the lake of flesh, where not even a form remained.
My subordinates, my loyal followers who believed in
It was agonizing.
The reality that nothing could be felt, even though one had destroyed what one had built.
Even if I kill with these hands, I dont feel anything. Nothing Absolutely nothing!!
The Demon King, clutching his throat as if thirsty, cried out in despair.
But his attention never turned to the blood pooling on the floor.
He had long realized that no amount of blood and flesh cramd in could quench his thirst.
How in the world can I quench this thirst? How can I?!
It was sothing he had suspected for a long ti.
As great as his power was, so was the vessel of his desires, never to be filled, no matter what he did.
A ruler who lost his laughter and felt no excitent for anything due to this.
It wouldnt be strange for him to destroy everything he had built with his own hands.
Your Majesty, the Demon King.
That limit was finally reached after coming to this world.
Sensing this, phisto, who had already surmised it, threw the resignation letter she held in front of the Demon King, who sat collapsed on the ground.
What what is this?
Its a resignation letter. Humans say when they quit their job, they give a paper to their master.
A single blank sheet of paper.
An item too poor, even for a stage prop, rely fulfilling a formality.
You an youre quitting?.
Your Majesty, the Demon King. I am disappointed in you.
To the extent of wanting to pass off this situation with just that excuse.
His oldest and most loyal follower felt nothing upon seeing his current broken state.
You an nothing to anymore.
There was no sadness, no despair, not even feelings of betrayal or resentnt.
She had long been prepared to express her resignation, having anticipated this situation long ago.
Likewise, I an nothing to you now as well.
Isnt that reason enough for to leave your side?
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