Chapter 224 – Circumstances of the Demon King #02

The land of the north, this frozen land called by many names in the past now has only one name attached.

Land of demons.
No one can live in this place, which has become a land of severe cold since the resurrection of the devil 300 years ago due to a fatal mistake by some humans.
The word suitable for this land is silence. This is because death always means eternal silence, and all beings other than demons and monsters on this earth are only living creatures waiting for death.

In that quiet land, a different atmosphere than usual now began to flow.
An expedition to the land of humans, an expedition scheduled for a great battle involving as many as three subordinates and corps commanders.

It is also the best opportunity to unravel a long-cherished wish for the demon king army, who has developed a murderous intent against mankind for hundreds of years, no, thousands of years ago.

This was the same for Lilith, a follower of lust and a follower of the demon lord from hell.
It is a golden opportunity to show humanity who sealed and hindered the Demon King. Especially for that red-haired kid who dared to suffer the humiliation of being defeated by a human!

[During this expedition, you must guard the castle here, Lilith.]

That’s why, the feeling he felt towards Harmon, who was sitting on the throne and looking down at him with a cold gaze, was not just anger.
A sharp murder that could only be seen by humans slowly rose from Lilith’s body.

“Now, what did you say now, Harmon? I think I heard wrong…?”
[I will confine you here, so I told you to keep calm in the castle. Lilith.]

If the only thing in front of her had become a corps commander, she would n’t have easily endured her wrath of her.
However, in front of her eyes her was Rich Harmon. The second in command of the Demon King’s army. The current Demon King’s strongest follower.
Because of her, the light of her her eyes reflected in her vacant eyes her, staring at her indifferently, driving wedges into her own remarks her.

“Stop talking nonsense! Why are you trying to use me like a watchdog!? Do I look funny? Are you treating me like an idiot like Carzione for just playing a prank on a human?!”
[It’s not dignified, Lilith, lower your voice. Are you showing ugliness in the audience room?]
“Elegance?! Dignity is important now!? Dignity?!”

Lilith screamed in anger at Harmon’s overwhelming mental waves. No, she had to scream.
Without being true to her own feelings of her, she may be suppressed by Harmon’s presence of her and lower her voice of her. It shouldn’t be seen as ugly as that. Especially if she’s right after showing the ugliness of having already been defeated by a human once.

Harmon looked at her like that, as if it was annoying. But I couldn’t ignore her opinion of her. Now, the only ones left in the Demon King’s army who can express dissatisfaction with themselves are Carzione and Lilith, who are subordinates.

The rest of the legionnaires are mere mortal scumbags, and Ammosus, Admiral of the Deep, lacks moral character. Perhaps, if the demon king’s army is really in danger of collapse, a demon that would not be strange to abandon the demon king’s army and leave.

In the end, these are the three things that can be called loyal subjects, and the ones that can remain as executives when the demon king is resurrected. So no matter how frivolous and insignificant Lilith is, Harmon deserves special treatment.

[…Good night. Would you like an explanation? What explanation do you want?]
“Yeah, I want to hear why you didn’t include me in the expedition? Are you going to the academy? Then am I not the best person?”

There was confidence in Lilith’s voice when she said that. Confidence based on credit for corrupting countless humans and heroes over hundreds of years.

“Most of the guys staying at the academy are just dropouts. A deserter who ran away because he could not stand on the front line! I’m afraid to fight for my life, but I’m a coward who stayed at the academy! I bet Harmon himself doesn’t know that guys like that are my specialty, right?”

Lilith and her followers are not suited to battle. If Rexton had summoned someone other than Lilith, a subordinate or a corps commander, even a 10% chance would have seemed like a dream unless Xiaomei joined.

However, in war, it is different. It attracts people to steal information and incites rebellion. How many heroes and warriors had to retreat from the battlefield after being corrupted or ruined by their hands.

It was clear that the Academy’s expedition would be like a war for Lilith and her followers.
Mentally weak students and staff will either lose their sanity the moment she unleashes the power of her body her, and will become her slaves her or collapse themselves.

[Certainly, your authority might be of great help in this expedition.]
“Yes, so take me! I’ll try anything…”
[But you won’t be of any help on this expedition. No, let me be more specific. The biggest anxiety factor in this expedition is you, Lilith.]
“…What?”

Lilith couldn’t keep her mouth shut at Harmon’s venomous words in her. Even while watching such Lilith, Harmon continued his words.

[Your authority has already failed once. Even if it is an insignificant power compared to the main body’s power, it is an obvious fact that it did not dazzle them.]
“That’s because I’m not the real body…!”
[Because of that, you’ve spent too much energy, and now you’re not in a perfect state, and your shallow pride and authority have fallen. But if you encounter Artin Ludwig, will you be able to keep your sanity?]
“… Everything, of course! You’re just a human like that!”
[Don’t overestimate yourself, aren’t you still rebelling against me emotionally just to repay the disgrace to humans?]

Lilith covered her breasts with her hands without even realizing it. It was because Harmon’s words his were so sharp that it seemed as if all of his own private parts his were exposed.

[Keep your composure, Lilith, do you think we’re sending three executives to the academy because we’re overflowing with room?]
“…”
[No, we are in the most precarious state. I already lost three of my followers, and the level of the demons is not the same as before, so the goddess sent a warrior and a saint and created an unknown companion to support them.]
“That, that… Didn’t something like a hero or a saint come out before? What is the big deal…”
[Right now, the level of our demon army is great. Especially if we are in a state of being driven to the point of having to hold hands with the demons of hell, who were enemies of the Great War.]
“It was necessary! You’re Harmon, who said we need to get rid of the variable now that the Demon King is on the verge of resurrection!”
[If it was the demon king army in the past, there was no need for that. Admit it. We are weak right now, Lilith.]

Lilith was shocked as if someone had hit him directly on the head of her. Hamon, who claims to be a member of pride, and no one else, and that arrogant wizard who is said to have no opponent other than the Demon King, say such a thing.

[So we must make sure the academy is reduced to ashes. Asmodeus ‘alliance with the demons has restored some of his power, and now is the only chance to make sure that foolish mortals don’t dare to invade our land.]

Harmon’s body his floated from his throne his and slowly approached Lilith on his knees.

The lich’s withered bony drew fingers a line across Lilith’s forehead on her, and Lilith’s blood trickled along the line, soaking her body on her and the floor.

[I remember. The disgraceful humiliation we suffered, the humiliation of having to flee to the human world after being stripped of our powers and powers]
[The anger and shame our lord must have felt, who has now lost his name his]

Harmon’s mental waves trembled slightly.
This is anger and fear, sadness and shame.
Once one of Hell’s greatest demons, Harmon is now a living corpse wrapped in the skin of his own bones.

[I hope. Recovering the moment in the distant past, when I was called Amon and enjoyed infinite glory and prestige.]

We hope for the advent of Grand Marquis Amon, the 7th of the 72 great demons that symbolize hell in the past, and the most powerful of all the great demons.

[And I hope. In the distant past, our demon lord was called Lucifer and ruled the whole hell, to regain the most glorious days.]

I hope to regain the name of Lucifer, the first fallen angel, the first devil, and the righteous demon king who ruled all hell equally.

[For that, I can do anything. Isn’t that so, the prostitute Babylon?]
“…”

The dissatisfaction had long since disappeared from Lilith’s eyes in her.
Hearing the names of their shamefully lost lord and their names a long time ago, he vividly recalled the sense of humiliation and despair he felt when he first fell into the human world.

“…Okay, you mean that if I don’t interfere, you can definitely resurrect the Demon Lord? Are you sure?”
[It will be. No, I will make it so. Because I will go out myself.]
“…I’ll trust you, not vengeance, but our cause. Everything for the cause.”
[Hmm. It must have reminded me of old memories, seeing that it has regained some dignity.]

It was something that would normally cause Harmon to burst into laughter, but Harmon didn’t. Instead, he declared frantically.

[It would be nice to do that. This time, I’ll go out on my own.]

They said that they would personally participate in this expedition and fulfill their long-cherished wish.

[No matter how fast the hero and his companion grow, they won’t be able to do anything this time.]

This was tantamount to a declaration of victory for the Demon King’s army.

***

At the same time, Artin was on his knees in the middle of his room.
His eyes his moved in all directions as if lost and wandering, and his arms his stretched out towards the sky ambitiously, not knowing they would come down.

“Uh… Guys? Are you still not going to tell me?”
“…”
“Ha…”
“…Whoa.”
“I said something stupid. Is it not? I will keep raising my hand!”

At the sounds of moaning and sighing that erupted from the surroundings at the same time, Artin quickly laid down his eyes and showed the most self-reflection with an awkward smile.

No one made it, but I did it myself. Without doing so, I couldn’t bear to endure this air.

‘…I want to go back to hell.’

At the same time, when he reached such an uncomfortable situation, it was also Artin’s characteristic his to escape from his mind once in a while.

But Artin knew.
He knew that there was no paradise where he fled, and that in the first place he had nowhere to run to all the women in the harem except for Al’Miraj and Mephisto, who were looking at him now.