Chapter 343 - [22nd Round] Shocking News
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âThe United Federation is a powerful nation that brought many small states located throughout Festival under one banner. Elfheim handed its power to his two beloved granddaughters, and he now acts as their adviser and arbitrator, which is a rather unusual management system.â
âIs that possible?â
âThey are expanding their territories without any difficulties since 96% of their stateâs power comes from their two rulers. The United Federation army certainly isnât weak, but Elfheimâs granddaughters are just that incredibly strong.â
âSomething is wrong here. With elven genes, this is simply not possible.â
Due to their racial characteristics, all elves had excellent skills, but at the same time, they were deprived of the possibility of unlimited growth.
The power of a nation being concentrated around only a few individuals was often only possible with humans.
⦠Or were they half-breeds?
Although highly probable, that would mean they violated one of the elvesâ most important rules. Their royal family was supposed to preserve the purity of their elven blood from generation to generation.
I was intrigued.
What kind of man was the father of those twins that made even Elfheim decide to abandon the preservation of their blood and choose this path?
âIâll have to meet with him later.â
But I had already mentally drawn up my schedule.
Therefore, meeting an evil elf was at the very bottom of my list.
At the top of it was, of course, Lanuvel.
I had to reveal Lanuvelâs true identity, who no longer acted like an ordinary companion.
Ssosiel, the director, was already on it, but I couldnât sit idly by.
Wondering where she could be hiding, the city of angels came to mind first.
I decided to start there.
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The Festival planet was small.
It didnât even reach half the size of Fantasy.
But it had many moons, large and small, where angels built their cities.
âThatâs not the latest information, is it?â
âYes. I heard this from my parents, so I canât guarantee its veracity. I donât think the situation has changed much, though.â
I received a fair amount of intel from Hanjo.
âI wonder how they will behave.â
Teachers were loyal to the âdirector,â who had absolute power. That was why, after the owner of that position changed, their behavior changed accordingly.
What would the angels do?
If they were all loyal to the First Angel herself, they might resist the Righteous Hero with all their might.
Otherwise, they would prostrate themselves before me.
âWould you rather fight them?â Hanjo asked.
âThat would be nice.â
I wouldnât regret crushing their shaky faith by force.
Compressing space, I found myself on a moon.
The higher one rose in the atmosphere, the more useless the angelsâ white wings became. It was because of this that it was difficult for birds to climb into the stratosphere.
But these chickens seemed different!
Not giving a damn about the laws of physics, they flew around in space.
âD-Demon Lord!â
âParmamon is here!â
âAlert! Alert! Alert!â
âMama!â
The angels who found me were frightened, causing them to flap their wings in panic.
How pitiful.
The patronage of the universe used to send meteorites from the sky to punish all evil for me.
Now, however, I had to deal with everyone separately.
âTheir defenses are full of holes.â
I thought I wouldnât touch their civilians and focus on their soldiers instead, but only a few stupid chickens representing the civil defense attacked me.
âHow is that⦠Kh?!â
After hitting Hanjo over the head with Dark Energy, I replied, âDo not ask me, but try to find out yourself, since you have already come with me.â
âOh⦠I get it.â
Hanjo flew towards the angels and began to collect information.
âSorry. Donât be alarmed. I am an angel just like you.â
âD-donât come any closer!â
⦠Who even started conversations like that?
Why should they not be afraid just because she belonged to the same race?
It was just like when Elf Princess Sylvia burst into the Black Market with weapons in her hands, shouting, âDonât be afraid, Iâm an elf too!â
Being of the same kind meant they wouldnât commit sins against each other? That was an absurd way of thinking.
There were robbers, perverts, arsonists, kidnappers, madmen, murderers, crooks, and all sorts of criminals, even among elves.
That happened not only among kinsmen but also among classmates, work colleagues, fellow countrymen, representatives of the same sex, comradesâ¦
One shouldnât lower their guards just because they were somewhat similar to others. After all, manipulators often used such similarities to gain their victimâs trust before striking.
My method was way more efficient.
âHey, donât worry, chicken head. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldâve done it long ago. Now, tell me why this city almost has no soldiers.â
âKh-kh?!â
âKeep your mouth shut if you donât want to talk. Your scream would make too much noise and lead to a commotion. There are others here who can answer for you. Parents, wives, sons, daughters, friendsâ¦â
âL-let go of my throat⦠Kh!â
âIf you donât want to, you donât have to talk. I wonât force you.â
âLet me do it! Please!â
I hoped Hanjo learned from what I just did. This was how the Righteous Hero asked questions.
I utilized a technique that made my target voluntarily spill intel in the shortest possible time.
âSpeak before I change my mind.â
âI will! Thank you!â
Angel A began his story.
Most of his comrades who went to Fantasy to rescue the First Angel didnât return.
Therefore, the few remaining soldiers here didnât stay in one place but instead patrolled different cities.
But over time, this changed.
â⦠Hurry up, Angel A. I donât have much free time.â
âI was going to, but I donât know how to explain itâ¦â
âJust tell me how it is.â
âRumors are spreading that the missing Parmael has been captured. Therefore, the higher-ups formed a rescue squad with the remaining soldiers.â
âA rescue squadâ¦â
Ignorant angels.
Saving Parmael?
His bold statement made me chuckle.
I smiled at him.
âH-hik?!â
âIn other words, the angels are in a very precarious position right now.â
Everything was messed up.
What good would it bring me if I were to twist these angelsâ heads? They didnât even try to resist. Instead, they lined up to evacuate.
All I had to do was use dark matter on them, and they would be crushed in an instant.
âHanjo.â
âYes?â
âBring them all back to the city. Kill those who disobey or try to escape. Even the children mustnât be spared. If we let them go and they grow up, theyâll definitely want to take revenge, causing us many problems in the future.â
âUmm⦠Okayâ¦â
âI see you have doubts. Donât worry. I, the Righteous Demon Lord, am adaptable and merciful. If you find someone you canât bring yourself to kill, then bring them to me. Iâll take your life in their place.â
âThat wonât be necessary!â
I wanted to show mercy, but she refused.
For me, however, these were huge concessions.
If even a young angel were to escape, theyâd grow up wanting to take revenge on me.
They would threaten my family, and I might have to make sacrifices.
But I offered to spare such a sinister being.
It was a really gigantic compromise on my end!
âI will give you plenty of time later to lay eggs with the males of your race, Hanzo. In the meantime, however, I need you to guard the city and disallow anyone from escaping.â
âE-eggs?â
Confused, Hanjo flew towards the refugeesâ procession.
And ordered them to return.
They ignored her, but when their leader died from an arrow to his heart, they immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.
âTraitor!â
âHow dare you call yourself an angel?!â
âWho are your parents?!â
âHow can you attack your own kind?!â
âBetrayer!â
Curses kept spilling from their mouths.
It didnât last long, however. Realizing their screams werenât working, the angels were left with no other choice but to return to their city.
As for meâ¦
âJust look at their erect vertebrae. I suppose youâll only learn to bow your heads after witnessing your friends and families suffer from my Dark Energy until they succumb to death.â
âW-weâre s-sorry! Have mercy!â
âWe didnât want to! We apologize!â
âHave mercy! Demon Lord!â
Only now did they begin to prostrate themselves.
They didnât know me.
If I wanted to get rid of them, I wouldnât have talked to them for so long.
Doing so wouldâve been pointless otherwise.
Why would I chat with those whoâd soon meet death anyways?
Looking around, I realized the interior of the city seemed to combine magic and science.
This was made evident by most of its details, like a fountain that soared up instead of flowed down and the stairless multi-story buildings.
âYou live in abundance here.â
ââ¦â
ââ¦â
ââ¦â
âYou can relax, chickens. Rather than taking whatâs not mine, I prefer to destroy it completely. Iâm no thief.â
The angels had very diverse expressions as they looked at me, which I found quite a pleasant sight.
But my words werenât without weight. The angels really lived in abundance.
Maybe it was because they used the natural resources of the universe, but most of their buildings and other structures were built of gold. They werenât just gilded with it.
Precious metals, which would have made peopleâs eyes light up, were scattered everywhere here, like dirt underfoot.
These were the resources of the universe.
Their way of life was very different from Earthlingsâ.
âWelcome⦠Demon Lord Parmamon.â
One of the angels suddenly spoke to me.
Politely, I replied, âYouâre probably the one in charge here. If not, and you still dared to disturb me, commit suicide. Once you do, I will forgive you.â
âYouâre right.â
âThen, Angel D, since youâve finally shown yourself, I take it youâre prepared to answer my questions? Oh! Fear not. I am righteous and fair. Any angel who has questions can raise their hand they donât mind losing.â
ââ¦â
ââ¦â
ââ¦â
It seemed that they had no questions.
âDemon Lord! We have neither the will nor the army to oppose you. I plead that you have mercy on usâ¦â
âWho rules you?â
âHave mercy⦠Kh?!â
SKR!
Angel D, whose neck cracked between his 6th and 7th vertebrae, fell.
He stepped forward, ready to answer questions, but he started spouting a bunch of nonsense instead.
To calm everyone down, I displayed my Righteous Heroâs smile.
âIs there anyone here thatâll make more sense than this idiot?â
ââ¦â
ââ¦â
Nobody took the initiative, so I decided to choose one myself.
âHey, you. The angel in pink panties with slime patterns.â
âAh?!â
âI like your panties. If you answer my questions properly, then starting today, youâll be known as this cityâs representative.â
There was no need for me to look at her skills.
She already passed since she already recognized the greatness of slimes, the race of Master Mollan, the one true supreme being.
That was much more important than skills.
âYou continue to assert that you do not have an army, but how is it so peaceful and calm in this city then?â
âThatâs because⦠nobody attacks usâ¦â
âWhat about Noebius?â
When he was young, the angels turned him into their pet. As a result, when I set him free, he rampaged like an unstoppable beast.
He would want to take revenge on them!
On the contrary, however, this city, along with many others, remained in perfect peace and order.
Logically, that simply wasnât possible.
In other words, the angels were lying to the innocent Demon Lord!
The angel with slime-patterned panties answered, âHeâs already passed awayâ¦â
â⦠Who?â
âThe Supreme Dragon of Oblivion, Noebiusâ¦â
âAre you sure he didnât just pretend to be defeated by your army?â
The news that my best friend might be dead shocked me.
Angel shook her head in denial.
âNo. That merciless dragon, distraught by vengeance, was killed by Elf King Elfheimâs two granddaughters.â
â⦠Are you saying that a dragon capable of piercing the angelsâ divine shield with one blow died at the hands of two little elves?â
âYes.â
ââ¦â
It seemed like I would have to change my priorities and first meet the miserable elf.