Chapter 202 – The Fourth Afterword

Widely. Tadak.

The dry keyboard sound echoed.

“So…The next event reward…Considering the current causality rate, we should set it higher…”

Tap, tap, tap, tap, when the keyboard sound that lasted for tens of minutes finally stopped, I pressed the Enter key vigorously, and a transmission notification sounded on the screen.

“Finally…Finally done with all the backlogs…”

At the same time, the green-haired angel banged her head on the desk.

The angel would never have known that she was a Zeta-El, if anyone had seen her hair, which had been clumped together during her continued vigil, despite the fact that no cat oil came out of her hair.

Who is Zetael? Among the low-level angels, he was always faithful to discipline, faithful to grooming, and above all, an angel who was called the elite of the next generation, who quietly performed his duties under his maniacal Sardiel for decades.

However, even her, it spread completely as if she had no ability to withstand the weeks of continuous vigil without work.

Angels don’t have to sleep, but that doesn’t mean they don’t feel tired.

Especially if it’s mental exhaustion.

“With that one lazy angel disappearing, I never thought the difficulty of the job would go up like this… I never, never knew… “

After Sardiel fell to the ground and Ark… No, now ‘that bastard’, who had fallen into a demon, disappeared, Zetael took on the task of managing the status window and the warriors.

What you need to know is that the working environment in heaven is not that good. Even more so, Zetael, who had to take on what the two of them had to do alone for a while, had to live a life where the concept of leaving work disappeared.

Working full-time 24 hours a day, managing the status window in real time, making quests, posting reports, writing plans and getting permission from the upper management, it was a series of stress.

“I should have kept that bastard alive, at least that bastard did a great job..!!!”

Dark circles up to 3cm under his eyes he appeared on his skin his, which he had been working hard on all his life. And now, even small troubles are starting to show. Can angels get pimples? It was the first time that Zetael knew it was true after experiencing it physically.

“Rather, I think it would have been better if I fell into the human world… This is not living. Hell.”

After grinding his teeth, Zetael clicked the mouse a few times, and Sardiel appeared on the screen, eating sweets and having fun.

Did she predict all of this and run away to the surface? She couldn’t be sure. She is, but maybe she was predictable.

“If it wasn’t for the damn, damn causality, I could have shown that lazy angel a lesson!!!”

Causality, contrary to its plausible name, is one of the status window systems informally called difficulty.

The principle of operation is also simple.
According to the actions of Karen, the warrior, and Artin, the regressor, they receive rewards and accumulate them. However, if such factors create an imbalance in the world, the world itself can be distorted, so according to various complex procedures——

──To put it plainly, it is a system that balances. The detailed operating principle itself was not understood by Zeta-El, so I had no choice but to explain it like this.

The problem is that this causal rate is now in a full state right before the maximum.

Reason? It’s because of Artin Ludwig’s buggy play.

“No way, of course, the memory succession and the elements of multiple episodes, which should have been carried out from the first playthrough, exploded at once and became this shape…!!”

At first, Zetael also thought it was because of Sardiel’s negligent operation of the status window.

However, as she had to do all of her work on her own, and checking her reports and system logs, it seemed that Zeta-L would only feel more stressed about Artin.

No, who the hell is ignoring a well-prepared tutorial and proceeding? 4 times too!

Because of that, the level of difficulty went up to the ceiling, and Zetael, who was in the position to mediate in the middle, ended up leaving work.

“…But, well, I think I know why Sardiel-sama loved Artyn so much.”

When I clicked the mouse, Artin’s face appeared on the screen. It was because Artin was the only one who could give her affection and share unreasonable conversations in the midst of this hard work.

In the case of Karen, he tried a few times, but that hero was reacting too calmly to all notifications except for Artin.

Wouldn’t it be nice if it was fortunate that she showed a more emotional side after becoming a woman?

“Haah … I had a good time to play with Sardiel last time, but now after the dungeon training event begins, I can’t afford it for a while …”

What can I do, until the causal rate is consumed to a certain extent and becomes a stable value, Zetael himself has to refrain from playing pranks for Artin and Karen.

The two of them are risking their lives for causality, but the manager who cares for them can’t play meaningless pranks.

“It would be nice if Sardiel-nim would take care of it and help me… “

Yep, Zetael rubbed his forehead with a headache. After going down to the underworld, Sardiel’s actions his are hard to understand, and is n’t he only doing things that are difficult to deal with?

“Crazy… No, effective, but really crazy. How many hardships would it take to lower this causal rate… No, but would this be better for Artin?”

With a click, I clicked the mouse again, and a map showing the entire world appeared on the screen.

In that state, when I turned my gaze to the right, I saw that dozens of graphs that normally would have been moving, usually one or two, were moving up and down at the side of the map at the same time.

Can not understand. It’s like a crazy thing Zeta-El would never do. But if all of these numbers stabilize…

“… Ha, I don’t know. I should read artin’s doujinshi while checking documents. Did you see Zorba x Artin yesterday?”

No matter how worried, the arrow that he has already left, Zetael himself can only do as much as possible to support those who are on stage.

Seizing his heart his, Zeta-L displayed a doujinshi produced by Sardiel on the right side of the screen, and smiled darkly like a drug addict trying to forget his stress his.

If anyone had seen it, Zetael would have lamented that she, too, was becoming more and more stained by Sardiel.

***

“I have to do it. Yeah, who else will do it? Yes! I have to do it!”

Al’Miraj has made up his mind again and again.

In fact, to be honest, it’s already been over 30 minutes since she said the same resolution, but Al’Miraj could n’t open the huge door in front of her eyes.

“Of all the members of the harem, only I can offer advice to Mephisto-sama! I have to convince her not to put any bad contract terms on her next contract with Master!”

Yes, this is Mephisto’s castle. And where Al’Miraj was standing was the hallway in front of the audience room.

She now returns to Hell, and vows to risk her life for both Artin and her other lovers her, and for both herself and Mephisto, to raise her remonstrance her.

“I understand that Mephisto wants to become a unique existence to Master, but..!! Excessive contract terms that lead to Master’s destructiveness are destructive acts that not only ruin Master, but also ruin Mephisto-nim himself!”

Burke! I rehearsed again in the hallway of the audience room alone.
The guardsman standing next to him looked at Al’Miraj as pitifully as if he were looking at her madman of her, but Al’Miraj, feeling the danger to her life of her, couldn’t care less about those eyes.

“…But what if I say this for no reason and turn to dust like Grand General Lava? What if I die without seeing Master? Should I quit…?”

Al’Miraj, who dropped her bunny ears to her, returned to her human form and gave her a big slap on the cheek.

‘What are you afraid of? Those humans work hard for Master, so I have to do my best!’

In fact, a normal Al’Miraz wouldn’t do such crazy things. Because she has the same nature as the incarnation of the weak and weak, and at the same time she knows how powerful the great demon Mephistopheles is.

However, Al’Miraj, who silently watched Violet and Artin’s conversation, felt her heart ache.

Because she herself wasn’t helping Artine more than Violet, Agnes, or at least Unicorn.

‘Master helped me to use magic, and he helped me regain his confidence! But I…! I!!’

She couldn’t help me properly in the exams, battles, or anything. Even in the rose garden, all she had to do was assist Artin, Mephisto, and Violet.

If it’s an ordinary familiar, that’s enough. But isn’t she herself, Al’Miraj, her master’s lover her? Her lover shouldn’t be satisfied with that!

“Whoa, yes! Will open it Count to three and unlock! It is to open the three and shout confidently!!”

Al’Miraj closed her eyes tightly and began her count to three.
And only after counting the two of them half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half- half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half-half- half of the two, she then opened the door to the audience room vigorously!

No, I made up my mind to open it vigorously, but in reality I opened it very quietly and slowly pushed myself into the audience room.

“Is that Mephistoni… ? Al’Miraj would like to request an audience with her aaaaa…?”

Frightened, his voice was less than her flapping of a fly’s wings, and his words her rippled like waves. If there is no answer, it is an attitude that seems to be able to go back immediately, saying that it can not be helped.

Even when she quietly lifted her head, the throne where Mephistopheles always sat with a bored expression was empty unlike usual.

‘What? Isn’t Mephisto here? Should I go back like this…?’
[Oh, Jim’s little rabbit has arrived. Come on in.]
“Hey?! Mephisto!? Uh, where are you…?”

Al’Miraj almost fell behind her in fright when Mephisto’s mind wave suddenly rang in her head her, but he grabbed the beating rabbit’s heart and looked around with courage.

[Jim is not in the throne room, come to Jim’s bedroom instead of there. Jim is there.]
“… Chi, you mean the bedroom? More than that, did Mephisto-sama have a bedroom?”
[Surely, since Jim can sleep, isn’t it natural to have a bedroom? It’s a small and cute Jim’s rabbit. I will give you a guide flame, so follow me.]

Well, as far as Al’Miraj knew, Mephisto hadn’t slept in at least a thousand years, but it was beyond Al’Miraj’s nerve to challenge the blasphemy of speaking about it.

Instead, after walking for about 10 minutes, following the turquoise flames that rose in front of my eyes with a flurry of steps, the flames disappeared without a trace in front of a huge door.

“This is Mephisto-sama’s bedroom…?”
[Come in, no one else has let you in, but it’s okay if you come in here.]
“Me, only me in particular… ?”

Al’Miraj’s heart, which had just been trembling with fear, now began to beat with great anticipation.

Are you only yourself? Excluding the high-ranking demons and aids who are much more powerful than himself, he is the only one! Even in the king’s bed!

“All right! Then excuse me, Mephisto-sama!”

Al’Miraj, half oblivious to her original purpose her, excitedly touched the door, and the door to the bedroom, which was even larger than the door to the throne room, began to open slowly with a roar.

The grand sight filled Al’Miraj with anticipation.
Mephisto’s bedroom! What did it really look like? Can I brag about what I saw to others? Will you get scolded if you recklessly make a surprised expression?

But looking inside the bedroom, Al’Miraj had a slightly different expression of astonishment.

“Hey, Mephisto? This…?”
“Whoa, whoa, my rabbit. How is it? It’s a bedroom all decorated by hand. Does it look nice?”
“Oh, no Mephisto. It’s like…”

Rustic newlyweds’ room. Al’Miraj had no choice but to describe what he had seen.

The huge room was filled with hearts, pink, and white furniture for small, human-sized demons.

First of all, they were hardly furniture for the great overlord of Hell. What overlord would put a two-person wardrobe in a room? Al’Miraj’s own dressing room alone would be hundreds of times larger than that closet.

Plus hearts, pink and white? Mephistoran didn’t suit me at all. It’s the first time in my life that I’ve heard that Mephisto-sama had such a taste in the first place.

But looking closely, very closely, at the furniture, Al’Miraj’s astonishment began to take a different turn.

“Um, Mephisto-sama, is this… ?”
“You’re quick-witted, Jim’s rabbit, of course, all this she prepared herself for her only friend her.”

The one who doesn’t notice must be an idiot. Isn’t there a portrait or photo of Master, that is, Artin Ludwig, in every heart-shaped frame placed throughout the room?

‘No, it’s not just photos and portraits…?’

There were pajamas hanging in the closet, a heart-shaped pillow on the tiny double bed, and at least one pair of slippers on the heart-shaped car carpet.

“Um… By any chance, are these all prepared for Master Artin Ludwig and Master Mephisto?”

The meaning is so clear that it might be rude to ask the question, but Al’Miraj was slightly distraught after seeing the crazy sight.

“Yes, my little rabbit. Everything was prepared with Artin Ludwig’s taste in mind.”
“Is this what you mean?”
“Then, I looked into Artin’s memories myself and remembered them. It’s a bit unique, but isn’t this taste lovely too?”

No. Rather, it makes me question Master’s taste.

I wanted to say that, but al’Miraj suppressed her sarcasm with her superhuman patience. Instead she had to give her own voice to more important questions.

“..S, I know it’s Master’s preference. But how are you preparing for this? As if Master would come here…”
“Oh, you too. How can you ask such a stupid question even after hearing it yourself?”

At Al’Miraj’s words his, Mephisto, who was floating heart-shaped decorations on the ceiling with his own hands, laughed happily.

And that made it even more creepy.
Do you enjoy Who is Mephisto? Mephisto, who always exercised the right to life and death of all his demons his bluntly without showing emotion?

“Didn’t Artin say he would sign a contract with me? So Jim has to prepare himself.”
“…Sorry. From my little insight, I know what the contract and this room have to do with it…”
“If there is a contract, shouldn’t you have to pay the price for the contract?”
“… Yes, well, that’s right, right? So at what cost… “
“All of Artin, this time I intend to ask for everything. It’s a little rabbit.”

Al’Miraj’s mouth fell open. What did she hear herself say now? Is this also a malicious prank on Master?

However, Mephisto’s expression was infinitely serious. At the same time, I felt joy and happiness. With an expression like that of a young lady, as if the wish she had dreamed of all her life her would come true.

“Last time I was interested and only received a very small price, but this time I intend to get everything from Artin. Leave nothing behind.”

Kuk-kuk-kuk, Mephisto, who uttered a shocking declaration, could not hold back his happiness and burst into laughter.

In contrast, Al’Miraj’s expression hardened and turned pale in real time.

‘How do I convince you of this? Will it be convincing in the first place…? Is it really possible to do anything if I don’t give up?’

Al’Miraj’s heart his, which was already the size of a pea, began to shrivel to the point where he wondered if it could ever get any smaller. Especially since there was no guarantee that that happy smile would continue even after hearing his story of her.

“Whoa, whoa, I’m really looking forward to it, because I won’t miss it this time.”

Either that or not, Mephistopheles, the great overlord of Hell, still had only a happy expression on his face as he thought about the future.