Armed Enlightenment Book 1 (Practice Story [My other stories are better])

The Demon Lords of Round Table

Hm... another dream? I thought to myself. The first instance I've experienced this kind of dream was when Ilia first revealed herself to me on a Round Table on the top of a neatly maintained grassy mound.

The same setting appears before me. My sleepwear changed into my dark formal dress suit. My counterpart was a single woman sipping her tea in peace on top of the green mound. If I can describe her beautiful figure in an enticing black dress, mature presence, and free, beautiful blond hair, it would be 'copyright.'

I've gotten used to Ilia's oracles and its atmosphere, but this is something else. There may be a resemblance, but it was never the same. There was something about her that made me feel all flustered deep in my unconscious mind. When she glanced at me with her pale blue eyes, there was the temptation of lust trying to reach my conscious mind.

She's a beautiful woman, but my feelings are not within the realm of love. It's as if a succubus was trying to enchant me. In all honesty, Avrora and the rest cannot compare to her in terms of beauty.

I hiked up to the top of the mound, taking a deep breath, and took my seat to face the woman.

"I've been expecting you, your Excellency. It is my pleasure to give you my greetings." The woman told as she lightly bows her head. "I am Nerine. Or perhaps you would know me better as the Demon Lord?"

The Demon Lord. A being who brought utter corruption through the lands, inspiring both fear and infamy. It's presence filled the ancient world for but a few years before the divine vessels destroyed Valence.

Apart from that, nothing is known about it. We were never able to find out what kind of existence it really was. But whenever Ilia talked about it, she always had an uncaring expression on her face.

That, perhaps, may be my answer.

It proudly smirked beneath its warm smile while I simply took the teacup from the small table and took a sip without hesitation. Earning a compliment from it.

"I commend you for your bravery. No one is, forgive me, insane enough to drink tea made from the Demon Lord." Nerine said, both surprised and impressed.

"So they say," I replied with indifference. "From the most rank yet the sweetest to become an aromatic beverage, I presume?"

"Why of course." It proudly reaffirms. "Only the product of micturition from the best Sargasso Dragon in my pond. The saltwater purifies it and turns it into a beverage only reserved for demons befitting of their position."

Piss. I drank aquatic dragon piss comparable to the finest of wine. It tasted like fermented tea, to be honest. I was glad Avrora took, or in her case, dragged me to the most expensive cafe in the city back on Earth. That memorable experience with that spoiled rich dude hitting on her while I had to listen to his and his followers' bullshit is the only thing keeping my sanity.