Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

Meanwhile, to the far west, there was a large island where the empire existed, calling this place the main continent.

A woman with long silver hair sat on an elegant seat while several maids, their faces covered, combed her hair and applied facial masks to her.

"Lady Carmila, your father has sent another letter... what should I do?" An elderly maid without a mask and dull green eyes asked in a low, raspy voice.

The former queen of Grigor closed her eyes.

Her appearance had transformed entirely. She now had a stunningly youthful face, deep blue eyes, and soft pink lips.

"Tell him that I am busy, Gretta."

Carmila gazed at her face in the mirror, her hand subconsciously reaching out while touching the small emblem of Grigor, a metal shield that she took with her when their marriage and alliance broke apart.

"I am so grateful to you for setting Avandar free, " she whispered to the small statue of a goddess cloaked in darkness and with long silver hair.

To those from the empire, this crude image was given to Serena, the goddess of darkness.

'Avandar allowed me to live, never will I go against him again... Since I have broken our chain of fate, then I can only help him from the shadows.'

"Gretta, can you meet with Baroness Seddon and ask how the project is going?"

The maid gave a polite bow while curling her lips into a warm smile.

Gretta served as Carmila's maid and nanny. Upon the countess's return from her broken marriage, she earned a noble title for her services to the empire. So, Gretta left her current employment and started working for Carmila once again.

'Thankfully, those foolish men didn't realise that Avandar recovered...'

"Haa..."

Carmila let out a long sigh, wondering if her children would forgive her one day. They were, in fact, Avandars, but because she didn't wish for them to become in danger—she lied.

'I won't hold this against you, my king. One day, when all is settled. I shall tell you the truth...' Stay connected through empire

"But until then..."

Her words leaked as she gripped the metal emblem of Grigor tightly in her grip, slicing apart her palms as blood dripped onto her dressing table.

"I will atone for my sins against you, and keep you safe."

At the same time, in the Castle of Grigor, Avandar read through the reports of military and agricultural documents with a sour face.

- Casualties in the north have reached a total of 5%

- Granary reserves have increased by 20% thanks to the efforts of Duke Qwass, donating half his harvest to the kingdom.

- The elven empress has suggested a truce and alliance depending on the prince and her spouse.

Avandar read the various notes and information, constantly changing his expression. Just knowing that Alan was suffering in the north made him nervous, but earlier in the week, he received a report that his fiancee Akari was four months pregnant, which made him joyous.

'It seems that I should send more knights to support my lovely brother.'

He rubbed the small black box that had been sent to him a short while ago. It was a gift from Alan and his future wife to celebrate their conception. "To think you finally found that one... I was wrong about outlanders."

In the corner of his eye was another document buried under dozens of others, but now he realised this topic couldn't be ignored.

'A request regarding the treatment of otherworld visitors.'Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"My future Sister-in-law and son-in-law will be outlanders... Let's start making the steps to repay them for their efforts..."

Avandar's heart became clearer after Lumina, and the curse faded. He didn't forgive Carmila but accepted her reasons, and they parted without major issues.

The fact she asked for nothing but a few trinkets that he gave her when they first started courting each other made him feel a little strange, but the ship sailed, and she betrayed him.

'Though it surprised me that the children were actually mine...'

He didn't expect them to be, and when he still thought she might request a huge repayment when they divorced, Avandar received the shock of his life...

Their blood matched his! Also, the mage who completed the test hated the empire after they stole his research and could never have been bribed.

"Heh... she must also know." Avandar smirked, looking at the letters on the right-hand pile; different from the official documents.

They were a little messy, and his name was written poorly.

Though he hated what their mother did, Avandar couldn't abandon the children, so he secretly supported them under the name of a small noble in his kingdom.

'Maybe if we were to be reborn, things would be different...'

Avandar shook his head with a sigh.

The musty office, hundreds of parchments to check and the dusk floating through the air as the sunlight peeked through his window.

It was a peaceful day in the Castle of Grigor.

"I miss that troublesome brat... is he doing alright?" Avandar picked up the report from Duke Qwass, his eyes softening when he read the details.

"So you're doing this for Alan... Even when the oracles on the mainland spreads about you being a monster. How can you be such a gentle and kind child?"

It was a fact that since Asmodeus left Grigor—it became a quiet and eventless place, where the boring tasks of nobles complaining about losing profits and reports of bandits were the highlight of Avandar's day.

Meanwhile, silver trees and soft heat spread in a mysterious land to the northeast of Grigor.

After slaying the bronze dragon, Asmodeus and the others spent an entire day butchering and chopping up his corpse to prevent him from reviving.

The biggest surprise was that Mephisto and the cult of death seemed oblivious.

Maybe their task now lingered in the north, and something big might happen soon.

Asmodeus didn't know. He wasn't a god... yet.

[Will you come to visit me, Demon King?]

With the soft voice of a goddess, like the bells of a festival morning, Aristella spoke to Asmodeus as he sat on the borders of the Dragonspire canyon—or at least what remained.

"Do you think we can find the trial grounds, Sariel?"

"!!"

Asmodeus asked a question, not speaking to anyone, but the moment his voice sounded, there was something close—a feminine shape just beside him shuddered.

"How did you know..." Sariel's voice wavered.

She had followed them so far, waited all this time, and only now became impatient to see him.

"I knew you were there from the start... why else did I leave extra meat after everyone finished?"

"Silly girl."

Although he wanted her to remain safe, Asmodeus could never deny Sariel like the others... she always kept him on his toes and brought him information that saved his life.

"I just... wanted to be with you."

Sariel's figure became clearer, the immature voice long gone... replaced with her seductive and alluring tone.

"What did Riel have to say about this?"

The pair became silent.

He knew the others would soon be finished, so he wanted to solve things with Sariel first, knowing that others would complain.

The others meant Erika and Ciela.

"..." Sariel pouted, her eyes closed tight as she huffed and snorted hot air from her nose.

"What?"

"Hmph! It's not me that came here, but Riel! She said something about needing to be close to you, and then when I woke up, we were in a strange forest with monsters that kept chasing me!"

"Wait..." Asmodeus looked at Sariel's moody face and came to a realisation.

'It wasn't Sariel who came here, but the older and wiser succubus Riel? Is that why the monsters didn't appear around us until that dinosaur?'

"Was it really Riel?"

Sariel's face brightened, and her pink hair swayed with her movements as she jumped into his arms and wrapped herself around his chest.

"It was! She told me that we needed to be close to you now, since we had evolved. Things have changed."

The lovely smile on the erotic and adult body of Sariel caused Asmodeus to suffer.

His throat became dry, the soft and squish sensation of her chest against his arm too vibrant and appealing to ignore.

"Sariel, behave yourself."

"Never ♡♡ ehehe!"

Asmodeus couldn't help but chuckle at her response while gazing at the distance.

A forest of beautiful silver trees, like a blanket of snow covering the entire land—he could see the tree, his goal, in the centre of this mystical forest.

"I can't even get mad at you...'

Asmodeus sighed while waiting for the others to return from their tasks because the canyon collapsed after the dragon's death. Ciela, Erunda, and Arinea returned to the entrance and started clearing the debris.

Leviathan offered to help while Erika and Simon seemed to build their last camp before leaving for the sacred forest.

'Paul seemed to be melancholy after the battle... I wonder why he looked so down.'

Asmodeus glanced towards the north, seeing the grey skies where the storm cloud gathered above the sea.

[I'll come to get you next...]

Aristella's voice echoed once more... but this time, it became distant, almost static, before it cut out.

Her voice echoed in his mind as he watched the clouds gather in the distance. His hand gripped Sariel's soft hand as he realised that the true trial might be something he took alone.

That is, he may have to come face to face with another goddess.

'Serena? Are you still not going to respond to me?'

A sense of worry grew inside Asmodeus.

Since he met Aristella for the second time in his dreams... Serena's voice and connection seemed to have become broken.

"Am I overthinking things?"