The Bishop, who had been cut into two halves, did not die; instead, each half of his body formed a new version of him.
“Lord Demon King is quite rough. How can a person like you hope to govern a kingdom? It would be better to obediently hand it over to us.”
The clothes on Eubulos’s body also restored themselves along with his physical form.
Such a creature could never be a Human; the Demon King suspected he was actually a Slime.
Only a Slime possessed such an innate ability.
Magic could not replicate the inherent talents of other races, a restriction likely placed upon the world by the Gods for the sake of fairness.
“My objective has been achieved. Let me leave the Lord Demon King with one last surprise.”
One of the two Eubuloses suddenly flashed into the midst of the soldiers behind the Demon King.
In less than one second, he completed two tasks: teleportation and self-detonation.
The soldiers had no time to react and died without feeling any pain.
When the Demon King turned around, she could see nothing but pulverized remains covering the ground.
“Damn you!”
The Demon King raised her hand and incinerated the Eubulos in front of her into ashes.
She did not use magic; this was the Demon King’s own innate power. Controlling Black Flame and Cold Ice was a strength blessed by the Gods.
“You cannot kill me. Our God is far stronger than you. And how long can you use that power? Before you lose yourself, that is. Farewell, newborn Demon King. I hope you enjoy this parting gift.”
Eubulos raised his hand, and the magic circles hidden in every small corner of the Royal Capital shattered one by one.
The Magic Power collected within those circles converged into Eubulos’s hand.
He vanished from before Daenifen’s eyes, and when he reappeared, he was already tens of thousands of meters in the air.
Standing amidst the clouds, Eubulos sneered at the Royal Capital and threw down a dark purple, spherical mass of magic.
As it plummeted, its speed increased, and the sphere grew larger.
It became so massive that it obscured a portion of the sun, casting half of the Royal Capital into shadow.
This was a **High-energy Magic Aggregate**, condensed from ten years of the Academy’s magic.
Once it exploded, half the Kingdom would suffer.
It was absolutely impossible to block such an attack with the current Shield alone.
‘He is forcing me to act… What a shameless man.’
This enemy was well aware of the Demon King’s characteristics.
He knew that if she used too much power, she would lose her mind, and he intended to use this to collapse her will.
He had done quite well; this blatant scheme forced the Demon King to step in to protect her country.
Furthermore, Sephine was likely right there beside her.
Allowing such a person to lurk within the Kingdom meant that, as the Demon King, she had already failed in her duty.
Now, she was merely making up for her mistake, and this was the very reason for this power’s existence.
The Gods did not wish to see the pieces they had bet on easily crush the other pieces, so they had placed a ban on the power.
To gain strength, one had to be prepared to make sacrifices.
They were truly a group of Gods with twisted tastes.
The Demon King unfurled her wings and flapped them, flying outside the Shield.
The Shield could not be deactivated yet; otherwise, the aftershocks would still affect the city.
She had no choice but to draw out an extra portion of power to counter the incoming attack.
“Good luck, Your Majesty the Demon King.”
In a final move, Eubulos turned himself into a weapon, merging into the **High-energy Magic Aggregate** to accelerate the descent of the attack.
The Demon King unsheathed her sword.
Without needing to aim, she released her Magic Power toward the sky with all her might.
A torrent of dark purple magic pierced through the clouds and broke through the heavens, colliding head-on with the accelerating **High-energy Magic Aggregate**.
At the moment of impact, a massive shockwave flattened the surrounding white clouds.
Ripples of black magic aftershocks followed one after another.
A crack appeared in the Shield above the Royal Capital, but in the end, it held against the tremors from the sky.
“Is that all?”
The Demon King lowered her hand, which had been prepared for a second strike, and returned her sword to its scabbard.
As she descended from the high altitude, she saw that the entire Academy had been razed to the ground.
The bombs hidden in the underground space had also been destroyed by the Demon King’s power.
Sephine had just arrived on horseback, but the enemies had already been wiped out by the Demon King.
Clad in armor and wearing her sword at her waist, the Demon King walked out from the billowing dust, with the ruins of the Magic Academy behind her.
“Withdraw! Count the fallen warriors and bring the list to me after it has been organized.”
“Yes…”
Freyja looked at the dilapidated surroundings and then at the Demon King, whose face was devoid of emotion and filled only with coldness.
She found it difficult to maintain her composure.
Upon receiving the command, she hurried away from the scene.
Asphar had finished off the skeletons scattered throughout the city, leaving several nicks on his blade.
On the road, Asphar encountered the Knight Commander of the Royal City Knights carrying a large stack of documents.
She was sprinting toward the Imperial Palace with the papers in her arms.
She had been absent from the scene during the entire suppression operation, and no one knew what she had been doing—except for Sephine.
Seeing the ruins of the Academy with her own eyes broke Sephine’s heart.
The past one year of work had essentially gone to waste.
The Kingdom could not be without a Magic Academy, and rebuilding it would require a massive amount of money.
The Demon King immediately spotted Sephine standing dazed in place.
Still wearing her armor, she walked toward Sephine step by step.
The clanking of the metal armor sounded exceptionally loud in the quiet area.
“Vi… why did this place become like this?”
“Why did you come out here?”
Vi’s tone was very wrong. Sephine noticed it instantly; the woman was currently projecting an aura of intense, low pressure.
She seemed to be suppressing her rage as she gently stroked Sephine’s cheek with her hand.
However, her hand was icy cold and covered in layers of dust and grit.
“There were many Skeleton Soldiers on the streets earlier. I sent the Imperial Palace guards to help clear them out. No civilians should have been hurt—”
“Answer my question. Do not force me to lose my temper.”
“I… I was worried about you.”
*Slap!*
the loud sound of the slap stunned everyone present.
Sephine stared blankly at Vi.
There was no expression on Vi’s face, only the indifference of a sovereign.
“What is the penalty for deceiving the monarch?”
“Guards! Take her away!”
No one at the scene dared to move.
Among everyone present, there was no one who did not know how much their King loved the Empress.
With such an incident occurring, everyone was beginning to wonder if they were actually already dead.
“Do you all wish to die?! Well?! You won’t even listen to the words of the Demon King anymore? Have I been too indulgent with you?!”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
Only then did the knights come forward to take hold of Sephine, cautiously moving her away bit by bit, terrified that they might hurt her.
“Return to the palace!”
With such an event unfolding, the morale of the entire army plummeted, effectively turning them into a mourning force.
Sephine had not yet regained her senses.
She kept her head down the entire way, a bright red handprint marking her face.
Judging by this situation, it seemed the Demon King intended to punish her for her crimes.