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The God of Demon Races.

Commonly known as Demon God Immanuel.

Two thousand years ago, he is said to have been born from the chaste maiden Black Virgin Mary. Through various miracles, he comforted the demon races suffering in pain and fought for them, becoming their spiritual support.

However, his actions, which were a claim for the rights of beings who were no different than slaves, posed a threat to humans, and in the end, they drove Immanuel to death using a filthy trap.

Yet, even after being killed, Immanuel rose from the grave after three days, crossed the sea with the demon races that followed him, and settled on this land to establish a new country.

Thus, the legendary figure Immanuel, who saved the demon races groaning in anguish and ultimately became the founder of the Demon Kingdom.

And at this very moment, the being known as the Demon King, who is said to have Immanuel’s blood flowing through his veins, was captivated by a deep excitement he had never felt before as he watched the preparations for the festival celebrating Immanuel’s birth—Immanuel Mass—taking place before his eyes.

‘Just two more days until that time… when I’ll be with the Hero…’

The time with the Hero that he had been looking forward to all along. He felt they were already close enough, but because of that, the Demon King was starting to desire something that comes next.

‘I’ve heard that when a romantic relationship deepens between a man and woman, the next step is having a baby. Surely… I think I could have a child with the Hero now.’

The act of a man and a woman sharing love and conceiving a child. It was a perfectly natural occurrence across all races, and now the Demon King was yearning for that.

‘A child with the Hero… would definitely be strong. And… incredibly cute. I may not be that cute, but the Hero is cute enough…’

Even now, the image of the Hero, with sparkling and lovely eyes like a little puppy when she pats his head, filled his mind. He was convinced that a baby resembling such a Hero would be exceedingly adorable.

‘I’ve heard making a baby isn’t an easy task, but… well, I guess it doesn’t matter. Belzebub said that when I ask a man when it’s just the two of us, he’ll handle it all.’

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“Haah…”

Gazing out at the flamboyantly decorated streets gleaming outside the window,

Eliza let out a deep sigh as she looked at the colorful decorations centered around the Giant Tree adorned with the Black Star symbolizing Demon God Immanuel.

“What’s wrong, My Lord?”

Cautiously asked Dark Elf Amelda, noticing her master seemed unusually down.

In response to her question, Eliza subtly turned her gaze towards her and with a faint smile, replied.

“Hmm?… No, just… It’s just that today is Immanuel Mass, you know?”

“Yes, I’ve been helping you with that for the past few days. But isn’t this a sacred day meant to commemorate the birth of the Demon God? I thought it was somewhat similar to a religious event among the elves.”

“Haah…”

Having been born as a somewhat conservative elf, Amelda displayed a quite innocent reaction regarding this matter.

Sighing deeply, Eliza looked at her naive subordinate and said,

“Yeah… it was originally like that. But that’s just a story from 400 years ago. You know that the faith among the demon races has weakened after experiencing the Racial War, right? During that process, Immanuel Mass has undergone various significant changes.”

“Changes… you say?”

“It’s not merely a day to celebrate the birth of a god anymore. It has transformed into a day for lovers to sneak around and be lovey-dovey.”

“Ah…”

As she grasped the meaning behind those words, Amelda momentarily wore a blank expression.

Seeing her like that, Eliza continued with a wry smile on her face.

“Now you get what that means, right? In other words, for someone like me, who has no lover at all, this day feels even lonelier than usual. And on top of that, having a day off on such a day means I’m doubly unfortunate.”

Thus, Eliza poured out her profound feelings of disappointment to her subordinate and slave.

However, to be strict about it, her mood wasn’t solely worsened for this reason.

Having spent hundreds of years sending countless Immanuel Masses as a solo act, she never particularly felt lonely.

After all, she had no need for a man. Since she had maintained the same thoughts, there was no reason for her to feel extreme jealousy just by witnessing lovers, and she typically viewed it as just how things were, spending time with family and friends.

However, this time, Immanuel Mass was hitting her differently than the ordinary days she had experienced thus far, bringing a profound sense of inner turmoil.

‘The Hero… he’s probably snuggling up with that woman by now, right?’

The Hero Ellen, who was presumed to be dating a mysterious woman X whose identity was unknown.

Up until now, Eliza had done her utmost to gather information about that person, but she had achieved little success.

All she had gathered was that the Hero was occasionally spotted enjoying dates with some unidentified woman.

But concerning the identity of this X, it remained completely unclear, and all Eliza could do was feel increasingly anxious as she chewed her nails in helpless worry.

‘Damn… who on earth lives where she can hide so well? For some reason, it seems like everyone’s testimonies about her are a little different…’

Interpreting this situation could lead to thoughts that the Hero might be quite the womanizer, but even considering that, it was far-fetched for the not-so-sociable Hero to swap partners so frequently.

The only conclusion that could be drawn was that the woman was intentionally altering her appearance.

The notion that she meets the Hero while disguising herself—either by wearing wigs or changing her makeup—was a reasonable interpretation.

‘It means she’s putting effort into hiding her identity too… Anyway, considering it’s come to this, further tracking may be difficult…’

While pondering this, Eliza felt unsettling anxiety about whether she would be forced to sit back and watch as the Hero hopelessly fell completely into the clutches of that unknown woman.

At that moment…

Observing her, Amelda carefully asked,

“But, um, Eliza. Even so, isn’t it true that you already have a wonderful lover?”

“Eh? What do you mean by that?”

Amelda said something utterly incomprehensible in an instant.

Consequently, confusion flashed across Eliza’s expression, and noticing this, Amelda shifted her gaze slightly to the side.

“Here, like this, although it has changed a bit, there is still ‘a man who only looks at you,’ isn’t there?”

With that statement, Amelda lightly tugged at the string she held in her hand.

Next to her, a female elf dressed in a black uniform, tied up like a moth, began crawling on the floor.

“Gah… Gah… Yes, My Lord… You don’t have to feel lonely like that. If you ever feel lonely, just let me know anytime. This loyal bitch, Cleopatra, is here for you! My XX is always yours; it’s a devoted XX hole prepared for you, so feel free to use it as much as you want.”

With her cheeks flushed bright red, the elf wore an expression of desperate longing. Cleopatra.

Although her skin still bore the pure white hue characteristic of elves rather than Dark Elves, seeing her, Eliza and Amelda couldn’t help but think that this one was, in a way, a truly corrupt presence.

‘Honestly, I did create her, but this is a bit much; this is precisely why I didn’t want to do this.’

A beast driven mad by lust created to extract information.

Frankly, the thought of wanting to dispose of her immediately crossed Eliza’s mind, but still, she decided to raise her as her subordinate number two and livestock for a while longer.

Although her behavior was the way it is, considering pure combat strength, she was a powerful being surpassing Eliza, so there were plenty of ways to utilize her advantageously.

‘Anyway… but staying cooped up at home like this is kind of gloomy. As it stands, Mama is going out on some date, and I have no guests coming over. Should I take these guys out for a bit?’

Thinking that way, Eliza stood up, intending to prepare to go out.

At that moment…

*Knock, knock*

“Hmm?”

In the next moment, a sudden knock at the door resounded.

Eliza walked towards the door, thinking that there shouldn’t be anyone visiting today.

And then…

“A-Ah, hi Eliza.”

“Eh? Nyadan? What are you doing here today?”

An unexpected visit from a friend.

Eliza’s face lit up with surprise and an unnamed emotion, and seeing her, Nyadan blushed slightly as she spoke.

“Well… I just happened to get a restaurant ticket, and I don’t really have anyone to go with, so… if you’re okay with it… would you like to go out with me now?”

Nyadan said with a slightly trembling voice.

In response, while Eliza felt a hint of curiosity, she had no reason to refuse her offer since she had planned to go out.

“Sure, I’d love to.”

“Ah!”

 

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