Somewhere far from the Capital... Several hours after Van, Varlog, and Yilla made peace with Nickelson and the Capital...
"Lord Belial!" A feminine voice called out, footsteps echoing across a battlefield strewn with the corpses of thousands of monsters and beasts. The source of the voice approached the center of the devastation.
"Yeah...?" A lazy voice responded from the dead center, where a pile of corpses and blood had accumulated, towering several dozen meters high. At the top of this gruesome mound, a singular figure lounged comfortably, using the bodies as cushions.
"I have news of the realms around us... I thought you'd be interested," the figure said enthusiastically as she looked up.
"Ahh... Dear Mirias, you know I hate news~..." Belial groaned.
"Well... I think you'll want to hear this," she teased, tossing him a letter.
"...?" Belial hummed in curiosity as he caught the note with his claws, bringing it close to his face to read.
"... Holy shit," he muttered, his eyes widening as he read the contents. He snapped his gaze down at Mirias. "You sure our dear Savitar wasn't high on something when she wrote all this?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.
"Sir, you know we're all loyal to you and only you. We wouldn't dare send you misinformation," Mirias affirmed with a stern gaze.
"Haaah... I guess you'd never do that..." Belial stretched as he stood, yawning as he did so.
"What would you like to do, Lord Belial?" she asked.
"Dear Mirias, set a course... I want to make a stop at the humans' Capital of Varolon before heading back to the demon realm," he said, his tone no longer lazy as he sprang up and effortlessly climbed down from the mountain of corpses.
"You wish to go to the Capital of all places...? I feel an unusual pull to the Demon Realm, myself..." she murmured.
"True, I feel it as well... But with all the crazy shit that's been happening, and with my adorable cousin getting married, how could I not drop by and say hello to the husband? Besides, I bet my father is dying to see me again—quite literally, considering his advanced age. Might as well do it now before he croaks," Belial said with a confident smirk as he began walking away from the battlefield.
"And since he's there, I'd kill many birds with one stone,"
"Seriously... A lot of interesting things have started happening while I was away. It's about time I made one hell of a mess." He stretched his body, his muscles taut with anticipation.
"Van Hellix, huh?" he murmured to himself. "He sounds interesting. Let's go to Varolon."
"Yes, Lord Belial," Mirias responded.
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Not too long ago, Varlog and Nickelson's parties made it inside the Capital. Varlog and Yilla were given a place to stay while Nickelson made arrangements with the King. Meanwhile, Liliac was ordered to stand guard far away.
The moment they entered their room, Varlog collapsed to the floor, his wound reopening.
"Master Varlog!!" Yilla cried as she rushed to his side, spotting the injury.
"That wound...!! Where did you get it?!?" she exclaimed, pressing her hands on the wound and applying a form of magic to it.
"Haah... Worry not, dear. With your help, I'll survive this..." Varlog breathed heavily, his face pale as he forced a smile for his maid.
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasíaVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
