The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

Crises (Part 2)

At a moment's notice, the household guards—the core and elite forces of the Usarved army—was already marching behind their lady, who led them through the streets towards the port of Darkmoor. By that time, the entire city was awake, and the sight of the Usarved guards brought cheer to the terrified populace. Though they were still some distances away from the dockyards, rumors were already coming in that the elves never moved in that area, and they were led by a demon from the House Usarved.

"..."

Noir and her butler, George Venelli, exchanged worried looks. They knew the identity of that demon, and his return meant that war in Cherflammen was about to begin once again...

"But the elves to come to his aid..." the butler muttered. "I find it impossible, Your Highness. The elves, like the humans, hated us, isn't it?"

"Yes, you're right," the Usarved princess confirmed. "However, it is my brother we're talking about, George. I don't know, but...it seems he was gifted with a tongue of the gods. He can convince people to follow him, even those who hated him before. So yes, it's possible that he tricked the elves into supporting him."

The march took a while, before Noir's army reached the port area. And indeed, true to the initial rumors, the small elven army stood in attention at the docks, even as the building around them were burning. Sitting in a wheeled chair in the middle of that group was a familiar face to the Usarved princess and her servants...

"It's been a while, my beloved sister," the Lord Haya smiled. "You're more beautiful than I last saw you."

"Brother..." Noir never went down her horse. Seeing that as a cue that their lord would fight, her guards immediately formed a battle line, with their guns trained on the elves. "This is the limit of how far you'll return to the Usarved lands," she told the Lord Haya. "One more step, and my soldiers will fire."

"That's too cruel, dear sister," the paralytic demon chuckled. "I can't even move my feet; how can I even take a step? Is this how you welcome me, your brother who loves you deeply, after all this time I was gone?" As if to provoke her to shoot him, the Lord Haya moved his wheeled chair for a bit towards her.

"..." Unfazed, Noir raised her hand, ready to order her guards to unleash a hail of bullets. The elves, seeing that their master was in danger, followed suit, aiming their assault rifles on the demons.

"Stop!" the Lord Haya ordered. "Lower your weapons! This is a matter between siblings; I don't wish for you, brave long-ears, to be involved in this!"

Confused, the elves obeyed him, nevertheless. The paralytic demon then moved forward, to where every demon 'crack horn' would get a clear shot of him. The household guards never lowered their weapons.

"Will you shoot your beloved prince?" the Lord Haya asked the demon soldiers. He even unbuttoned his dress to show them his bare chest, directing their aim at that part. "Here, I picked a spot for you. Shoot, and make it quick!"

"..." Noir and her servants were all dumbfounded by the act. It was George who told the Usarved princess what to do...

"Order them to shoot, Your Highness!" he whispered. "Now's the time to do it!"

Noir, who was distracted, then gave the order. However, much to everyone's (save for the Lord Haya) surprise, the household guards never pulled their triggers.

"Shoot!" the Lord Haya bellowed. His voice echoed above the cracking of the burning wood and timber. He shouted with much authority that for a moment, the Usarved princess forgot that she was the demon lord.

But the household guards never moved, that was, until one of them dropped his weapon and went to the paralytic demon's side, celebrating his return. Soon, the demon soldiers followed his example, and they defected to the Lord Haya's side. In that one fell sweep, Noir Usarved was deposed as the head of the House Usarved, as well as Cherflammen's demon lord.