After so conversations about the bureaucracy and organization of the marquisate, both Teraz and Balac left Mart alone.
Mart sighed. Whenever he was alone, he rembered the projection of the tower used by Lenard Trisgisto.
"I have a drop of Demon God’s blood, but if I use it, I will only die. My body will not withstand the ninth rank," Mart thought as he continued to evaluate the unstable and tempestuous demonic energy in his two demonic cores.
"I need to train to make my body stronger. My resistance must reach the eighth rank to withstand the power of the ninth rank without any problems. Only then will I be able to transfer the drop of Demon God’s blood into my body." As he continued to think, Mart looked at the door of his study.
"You may enter," he said in a calm and sowhat warm tone.
A young woman with long black hair, pointed ears, and pale white skin entered and sat down in one of the comfortable armchairs.
"Isirid, did sothing happen?" Mart asked.
"I’m... I’m pregnant," she said, sowhat nervously.
Mart’s expression changed from surprise to joy. He didn’t know why, but those words made him feel a pleasant fluctuation in his demonic energy.
He stood up, knelt in front of Isirid, and kissed the back of her delicate hands.
"You make very happy. Don’t be afraid, I will honor you until the end of my days," he said to Isirid.
Mart had already organized the creation of an Alvat temple in the territory they had recovered. Once the temple was built, he planned to marry his demon won.
"I will not allow anyone to call my children ’bastards,’" was Mart’s thought.
...
In the afternoon, with only an hour to go before nightfall, Mart walked through the territory, sotis traveling great distances using his demonic energy. He wanted to make sure there were no threats or dangers in his territory.
Mart saw a tree, sat down on one of its roots, and looked at the horizon.
I hope to be a force capable of making humans give up their war against demons. The hero must have already erged. But as I expected, no one can defeat a kingdom, country, or republic with a long history on their own. He had allies, or human factions with aligned interests. That guy who used the tower projection is one of them; he must have eliminated so factions that would cause problems for the hero. And the emperor—I’ve heard that his power is uncertain, but no one doubts him. I hope I can buy so ti. If I succeed, in the future, no one will be able to destroy my demonic territory," Mart continued to ramble until night fell, after which he decided to return to his mansion.
...
A few weeks later, a demonic vehicle arrived at the Sevec marquisate, escorted by sub-commanders of the marquisate.
A demon with blue horns that looked like crystal, bluish-black hair that was neither long nor short, white skin, and a grand appearance got out of the demonic vehicle. He was Moraf Arcariz, who wore a black shirt and pants, all his clothes tailor-made, and also wore an emblem of the marquisate on the right side of his shirt chest.
A beautiful demon woman with long black hair, red eyes, and white skin also stepped out with Moraf. She was reida Sebidarial, who wore a beautiful and elegant red dress.
"We will live here as long as fate allows," said Moraf as he held reida’s delicate hand.
"I will always follow you, no matter where you go," said reida, and the two walked alongside so servants who then guided reida to so of Mart’s demon won who were in the garden.
...
In the study, the servants took their leave after guiding Moraf into the presence of Marquis Mart.
"It is an honor, Marquis Sevec."
"How have you been?" Mart asked cordially as he offered Moraf a seat.
Moraf sat down in an armchair, and Mart sat down in another.
"Well, I ca to fulfill my promise to be one of your commanders," said Moraf, still with a hint of naivety in his voice.
"You are close to the ’peak’ of the fourth rank," said Mart.
Moraf nodded and then explained:
"I preferred to travel to the marquisate and then seclude myself. I hope that’s not a problem."
"No, it’s not. The stronger you are, the more beneficial it will be for the future of my territory," Mart said firmly on the matter.
Moraf was in the marquisate, and Mart’s half-brother Benjac decided to go to the territory where his mother was.
After discussing so trivial matters, Mart said in a serious tone:
"Moraf, I consider you a friend. But you should know that I am now a marquis. I have a relic that I can give you. It will be difficult to assimilate, but beyond that, if you succeed, you will beco stronger and stronger. However, I need you to take a demonic oath of loyalty if you want that relic. Otherwise, you can live here and train to advance step by step. You will have the resources to do so. Think about it."
Moraf nodded and shortly thereafter left the study.
"You have already ordered Commander Fercan to personally train Moraf, and you are ordering that he be offered resources to cultivate his power. Do you trust him that much?" asked Selenia, who appeared at the study window.
The red-haired demon woman wore a beautiful black and red dress.
"He must defeat the hero. I’ll take care of the rest if necessary. But I’m worried that the hero will overco him," replied Mart, who had no secrets from Selenia.
Mart still rembered the dream he had in which Moraf died at the hands of the hero, but at that ti Moraf had a high power level, and currently he only had an interdiate power level.
"How did Moraf reach that level? His lineage? Or was Moraf perhaps the host of the ’demonic system’? These are the gaps I have to fill in, as I haven’t read the entire novel. I must help him overco his limitations. That way, Moraf will beco my most powerful commander and the one who will defeat the hero. Or so I hope," he stopped rambling, looked at Selenia, and resud talking to her about his plans for the marquisate, and she sotis gave him advice.
By that ti, Mart had already paid off the debt he owed to Selenia’s family. A debt that had arisen from the various reports he had requested, from the protection of Asfil, Selis, and Emy’s parents, and from hiring the rcenary demons who participated in the war.
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