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

A Meeting in the Desert, Redux (Part 2)

And so, we return to my present predicament.

"..."

Silence prevailed in the valley as the opposing hosts met. Thousands of colorful banners fluttered in the air. The light reflected from the armors of the knights, gunners, and pikemen standing on the other side of my position blinded me. Adjusting my sight to the brightness, I watched the wide expanse in front of us, as the leaders of the two of the greatest worlds of this land met each other at the center: the spiritual head of the human armies, the Great Saint of Chersea, Madelaine Ann Rubinforth, and the king of the demon clans, Hurion Devras IV.

Filled with dread and anxiety, the two armies faced each other with deafening stillness. Yet, there was a sincere hope that things would remain as it was.

"..."

As the armies stood by, the Saint and the Demon King stepped ahead of their respective parties. Followed by their greatest generals and servants, they gave each other an honorary salute before going down the details of what they wanted to talk about.

It was King Hurion who broke the ice, "I believe this isn't your territory anymore, Human Saint. What brings you to our lands?"

"My apologies, Demon Lord," the Saint, Madelaine, countered, "but I think you already know what I came here for."

"Is that so..." King Hurion was silent for a moment, "Well if we can still settle this peacefully, I can offer you the best of our lands, the brightest of our people, and the bravest of our—"

"I thought I've made it clear, King Hurion," Saint Madelaine's gentle smile fell in contrast to the seeping pressure she's exerting towards her rival, "I need nothing else from you. I only want 'that'."

"'That'?"

"Yes, 'that'."

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to understand."

Oh, good lord! There goes King Hurion on his antics once again, with the 'playing innocent' face. He's deliberately annoying Maddie—I mean, Saint Madelaine.

"'T-That!'" Saint Madelaine's face was as red as a beet, and her speech stammered.

"Can you say it right?" King Hurion had a sardonic smirk; he kept on throwing arrogant stares at the Saint as he maintained his dignified posture before her.

I think this is getting out of hand. Maybe I should intervene now—

I was about to enter the conversation when I felt someone grab my arm. It was no other than the Demon King's servant and part-time general, Shevaun Ilkes. Though silent, she was telling me, 'No, don't interfere'. A twisted smile appeared on her face.

These two idiots are enjoying this, huh?

"Muu!" Saint Madelaine was already pouting; she was impatiently tapping her foot on the sand, "I told you, 'that'!" Pointing towards my direction, I could picture the veins popping out from her head. "I think you're not that stupid for me to spell it out for you."

"Well, I can't grant your demands if you don't tell me exactly what you want."

The unease was slowly growing within my heart the more I listened to their talk. My legs were quivering; and deep inside, I wanted to turn back and run. If only I could shout my thoughts right now, I'd tell King Hurion, 'Don't play around, Demon King...you don't know the girl you're dealing with.'

"..."

Another round of deafening silence echoed throughout the valley once again.

I could see the triumphant smiles of King Hurion and Shevaun; it's as if they were congratulating each other for pissing off the Saint. Well, it's their plan. They enjoy bullying people, aren't they?