Chapter 115: Policies and Visit
"Yay! After Elana-san, I even got Mina-san."
""Congratulations.""
"Thanks."
Kasadora, who is sitting next to me, and Satanalia, who is using my lap as a pillow, each raises the glass they are holding, and I respond with the one in my hand.
Clink*. The ice crackled inside the glass.
"It was quite an interesting spectacle."
Kasadora leans in and rests her head on my shoulder. In front of us, the image of Mina-san and Aquim-kun, who is trying to make a baby, is projected.
With their lasciviousness as a snack, I took a drink.
"I'm relieved that I didn't have to kill them. Now I will be having a younger sister, right?"
Satanalia rolled up the hem of my white vestments, which she had made in the image of the Founder. "Eh? The founder is wearing something naughty like this?" She tears off my underwear and turns the glass upside down toward my lower abdomen.
No. My crotch is getting wet ❤.
I was thinking of saying something like this, but I thought I would be attacked by Kasadora, so I stopped (the scene is my priority right now).
"Ehehe. Thanks for the food."
Satanalia sips from a nasty (lol) drinking glass with my pubic hair swinging like seaweed. Kasadora threw her glass.
"Oi, oi. I want to drink from that glass too."
"Both of you are being rude."
A chain is released from Urnast, the waiter behind us, who is holding a cup filled with alcohol, and it wraps around Kasadora's neck.
As expected of Urnast. You guessed that I wanted to watch more than sex (good girl, good girl).
"Guwa!? Wai!? W-why is that one okay?"
With a resentful look, Kasadora smacks Satanalia on the back of the head, who is changing into a child form.
“She is the Maou. She has the right to do what she wants to do. You, on the other hand, is a vassal, and it is only natural that you should know your place."
"Ha? Is that setting still valid? The Maou is already dead, right? Look, look. There's only a head over there. Yes, the Maou is already dead."
Saying that, Kasadora puts her arm around my shoulder. Five fingers with sharp nails rub my breasts.
Rub*, rub*. Rub*, rub*.
Hmm. As for me, I don't mind playing with pretty girls, but once Kasadora gets lit up, it would take a long time. Once I told her I would keep her company until she was satisfied as a reward, and we ended up mingling for thousands of years until Arama, who was taken aback, stopped us (in the end, we both stopped using our human forms).
“Hey~, Daimaou? I've been a good girl for three hundred years, you're going to be my partner, right?"
Letting out a sweet voice, Kasadora runs her tongue down my neck.
"You know, Kasadora. I'm glad you feel that way, but you're going to have to be a little patient. This body is already covered with your...!?"
Lips overlap without question. Kasadora's tongue penetrates my mouth.
"Nchu ❤ kiss* ❤ kiss* ❤ haa ❤ Daimaou ❤ muchu~, Lick*, lick*. Squelch*, squelch*."
Kasadora made a deliberate noise and devoured my mouth.
Absolutely troublesome child. If it weren't for this, she would be the most honest and nice girl among the apostles (no, just being honest is not enough). Well, I guess I'll let her do as she likes for a little while longer.
As I was thinking that, a tongue invaded my pubic area, and I shook my body as a courtesy.
Satanalia, who had finished drinking, looked up at me.
"Fuu. It was delicious... Fufufu. The Maou is dead? You're being naive, teacher Kasadora. As long as there is darkness in people's hearts, the Maou will rise again and again."
"Squelch*, squelch*... Ha!? What's with that setup? If it's resurrection from the dead, we, the apostles...... gue!?"
The chain squeezes the neck of the chatterbox who is competing with an infant who hasn't lived as long as a star (nice one, Urnast).
"...I, it hurts."
The purple eyes turn blood red, and the angry air emanating from them fills the surroundings.
"Not good! Scary!"
For some reason, Satanalia hugged me around the waist, and I squeezed her smooth cheeks like a baby.
"Hey, Maou-san? It's your subordinate, right?"
"ー! Maou is dead. So, ー."
"...As long as there is darkness in one's heart, you will be resurrected many times, right?"
"I'm dead. Maou is dead."
Hmm. You've been able to become the master of these children for 300 years.
As I was admiring in the direction that I did not want to admire as the parent who raised them, I heard a snap of fingers and the glass that Kasadora had thrown away came back.
"……What?"
Catching the glass, Kasadora's gaze shifts from Urnast to Honea.
With crimson eyes that seemed to be made of hundreds of millions of lives, Honea had no malice as usual, but she killed people easily. She returned such a natural smile.
"Well, well, it's not like Kasadora-dono to go wild at a drinking table. Since the Daimaou-sama has given us a treasured drink, we'll have another fight next time."
"Tch, it can't be helped. Here!"
For someone who is so emotional, she switches quickly. The night fades away, and all that remains is the ever-present Kasadora, who raises her glass and appeals. Urnast sighs and with eyes like a sister looking at a troublesome sister, she pours the drink into the glass (but she doesn't remove the chain!).
"We are apostles, so we must not trouble the Daimaou-sama with our shallow thinking."
"No, Honea aside, I don't want to hear that from you."
"Certainly. I can't even see how short Urnast-dono's fuse is."
"It is the darkness of the soul that others cannot penetrate, and that is the source of a woman's beauty. You both know that is a compliment, don't you?"
"In your case, it's not beauty, but fear."
"Ufufu. Our leader is scary after all. More than thatーー."
Honea folded her arms with a troubled look on her face as she watched Aquim-kun and the others cavorting together. Kasadora gulps down the alcohol poured into the glass in one gulp.
"……What?"
"No, putting these two in Satanalia-chan's class seems like it would be a lot of work."
“Yeah~, I certainly thought that too. I think they have the qualities to become a candidate, but honestly, their talent is a little weak. They are, at best, a bottom-ranked candidate. I don't think they can compete with Celicia."
"Ehehe~ Daimaou-sama~"
Satanalia, probably relieved that the conflict had passed, once again rests her head on my lap.
"I understand your opinions. Do you agree with them Urnast, Satanalia?"
"Me? My impression. I think those two are certainly talented, but if all the disciples of the Daimaou-sama were the same age, I think those two would be by far the best."
“I generally agree with Maou-sama, but talent is not everything. If you meet the minimum requirements to become a candidate, then the rest depends on how you train."
"I think so too."
"Wait a minute! I thought you said, "impossible"?"
"No, I just said it would be difficult, but I'm not saying it's impossible. Rather, I think it's worth the effort, and I think it's fun, you know?"
"Daimaou. Honea is trying to break someone's toy again, do something about it."
"It would be a problem if they broke. They're Aquim-kun's girlfriends."
"Right? Right?"
"Don't worry. Trust me."
"I'm sorry. I can't."
Honea tilts her head curiously to Kasadora and me who speak in unison. (That's the way it is, Honea).
"Daimaou-sama, regarding your future policy, how do you intend to move?"
"Hmm~? ......Yes, that's right. I'm getting tired of playing within a small area, so let's take this opportunity to put the Kingdom of Light under Aquim-kun's control. I would like to put Celicia and the others back in my hands again. ......Umu. Shall I quickly conquer the world in the name of our hero, Aquim-kun?"
I tried to conquer the world when I was the Daimaou because I wanted to find a playmate for my lovely Celicia, but Celicia got in the way, and now I think I'll try it as an extension of playing Aquim-kun.
"If you want to create the image of a hero, you need to have other countries become villains."
“That's right. But I'm busy playing "Aquim-kun," so you'll have to take care of that yourselves, using Agid and the three sisters."
"Understood."
If you leave it to Urnast, you will get the best results in the shortest amount of time. Well, instead, everyone will suffer a lot, but this is also for Aquim-kun's sake. I am sure that everyone who will be sacrificed will understand (tears).
Of course, I do not intend to spend my time in idleness while everyone else is being swallowed up by Urnast's madness. I will take responsibility as Aquim-kun by spending my time flirting with Elana-san and Mina-san.
"Hey, hey, Daimaou-sama. We're all going to be together again, right?"
"Yes. Are you happy?"
"Yes. It's a chance to release the anger I've felt for the past 300 years. Hey, hey. Let me be the leader this time. Is that okay?"
"If Celicia says it's fine, it's fine."
"Eh? Sister Celicia is the main culprit in the sealing of Daimaou-sama. There is no way I'm going to forgive her. Daimaou-sama should directly punish her...... ah, but don't do anything too terrible, okay?"
Is she angry with Celicia and the others, or is she worried about them? This ambivalent feeling of conflicting emotions is familiar to Chaos. I'm going to put the answer on hold for now and pat her on the head.
Stroke*, stroke*. Stroke*, stroke*.
"Ehehe~ Daimaou-sama~ ❤"
“Speaking of which, Eme got involved this time, what are you going to do about it? If you're going to bring the Kingdom of Light under your control, wouldn't there be conflict depending on the situation?"
“Come to think of it, that’s right. Or rather, the reason why two young candidates were in the same place in the first place is because of Eme-chan's influence."
"Eme?"
Satanalia tilts her head curiously. Next, her purple eyes widen.
"Ah!? Is that, by any chance, that false Founder? Hey, hey, Daimaou-sama. Who is she? We are...... or rather, that guy is always getting involved. You know her, right? Tell me."
"I know, but I won't tell you. If you are my disciple, you should look it up on your own."
"Ehh~ ....yes. But you know, since she says she's the Founder of the world, in place of the Founder, the Daimaou-sama, I think we should catch her, right?"
Satanalia's violet eyes sparkle bewitchingly. I buy your challenge to try to manipulate my mind with dark magic, but I can't help but think that your ability is not up to par.
I lightly pinch the tip of the mischievous child's nose.
“What are you talking about? Originally, I didn’t call myself the Founder. Thanks to you making me the Founder, the great romance between the Daimaou and the goddess Nellia, which I went to the trouble of spreading, has been changed without my permission, you know. ......Ah, I'm getting angry thinking about it."
"I-it's not me. Sister Celicia! Sister Celicia is the main culprit!?"
"Is that so? ...Then I will forgive you."
“Eh? ...Uu. Daimaou-sama is too lenient only with sister Celicia. I can understand why Floria doesn't like her."
"Fufu. Are you jealous? It's adorable."
"Mou~ Daimaou-sama is so mean! You have to take better care of me."
"That's right, that's right, please take care of me more! What are you going to do with Eme?"
Resting her head on my shoulder again, Kasadora repeats the question.
"Well, what shall we do?"
Arama surely wants Emerald and us to collide, but no matter what we do, Emerald will never become a god.
But Arama, who is a serious child, doesn't understand that…… Or should I say he can't admit it?
He's a really stubborn guy (well, that's what I love about him too).
"...Let's leave the matter of the Founder be. It's all right if she come to us, but please don't mess with her. Is that okay? You guys."
"Understood."
"I understand. If possible, I would like to fight."
"I understand. Wait, I didn't want to fight Eme, so it's just right."
"I don't understand anything at all."
Well, I didn't mean to make her an outsider, but it's certainly not the kind of thing you'd discuss in Satanalia's presence.
Ice clinks in the glass.
"Well, let's stop talking about it and celebrate the future of Aquim-kun, who has become a hero."
""Agreed.""
“Would you like to join us, Urnast-dono?"
"Right. Then excuse me."
"Teacher Urnast. Sit next to me."
"Oh, well, then, Daimaou. Let's have another toast."
"All right. Okay, you guys have your glasses full, right?"
""Yes.""
"Yes, Daimaou-sama."
"Me too."
"Good. Then, once again, cheersーー"
The worldーー sank.
"W-what's going on!?"
It was so sudden, so overwhelming.
Satanalia's form instantly changed to that of a mature demon king under the heavy pressure as if the world had truly been repainted into the depths of the ocean. Her black dress, unsuitable for combat, was transformed into jet-black armor, and in her hand, she held a freely extendable and retractable spear.
It was the Demon King Satanalia in full battle stance. The sturdy floors and walls of the Demon King's castle screamed as her aura was unleashed.
However, even with the power of one of the strongest being in this world, it is no match for the pressure of the deep sea. Like the waves that churn the ocean, the atmospheric pressure from Satanalia is easily swallowed up and vanishes.
"Wait, wait. This development is... seriously?"
"This is... a little unexpected."
"Daimaou-sama, if it comes to that, please eat us."
Like Satanalia, the apostles are surrounding me in full battle stance. Each of them has sweat on their cheeks that they did not bother to wipe.
They are overwhelmed. My apostles are overwhelmed by the visit of a being far superior to themselves. And so am I now.
"......Hmm. In this state, it is still like this?"
Nasty sweat on my palm. My body, weakened as never before, is unable to shake off the pressure of those who visit from the heavens.
And so, on this day, all the creatures living on the world looked up equally to the sky.
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