‘This…’
‘Why did she suddenly laugh like a queen?’
Consta had no idea that the elegant image she had built in Primrose’s mind had just shattered.
This Lord really might not be sane either.
“Goddess, Lord Hero, do you know what the funniest part about the Night Demon Society is?”
Consta wiped the tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes with the second knuckle of her index finger, as if telling the world’s greatest joke. “That group—from top to bottom—not a single one of them has ever actually seen what the Demon King looks like!”
“In the Night Demon Society’s imagination, the Demon King is an undefeated war god.”
“They describe him as a supergiant over three meters tall!”
“They say his entire body is covered in rock-hard muscles, that he has infinite strength, and can level a mountain with one punch!”
“They also say that not only is the Demon King tall and mighty, but he also possesses supreme intelligence and invincible power.”
“The most ridiculous part is that they insist the Demon King is incredibly handsome, dripping with dominance, with eyes that can spew hellfire, and that the very earth trembles when he walks.”
“But based on years of investigating every clue I could find…” Consta paused, her eyes sharpening.
“The Demon King is actually a woman!”
“And…”
At that, Primrose and Dorothy both held their breath.
A flame had even formed in Dorothy’s small hand.
If Consta pointed her out and exposed her identity, she would destroy all of Tattle Town on the spot!
Consta’s gaze swept across everyone, finally landing on…
Dorothy!
“That’s right, about the same size as this little girl. The Demon King must be about this build and mental age…”
“Die! I—”
Dorothy immediately raised her right hand, but then her raised hand froze.
The flame in her palm died out instantly.
A little girl?
About the same size?
“Cough… die, Demon King! Damn Demon King! Stinky Demon King! Trash Demon King! When will you just die already?”
Dorothy imagined a Demon King under her feet and stomped on her own shadow, one foot after another.
Everyone was stunned.
Only Primrose knew that Dorothy had nearly exposed herself.
She slowly lowered her hand, which had been about to cast a large-scale defensive spell over the entire town.
“Oh… I didn’t expect this little girl to be so chuunibyou and passionate.”
Consta clapped her hands, tilting her head slightly, looking at Dorothy with a fond smile.
She loved children, but among them, she only loved cute little girls like Dorothy.
“Chuunibyou and passionate?” Primrose was surprised.
This was the second time she’d heard such a modern internet term.
The first was when the Horse-faced Demon General, before dying, accused her of cheating.
“Oh, that’s something the previous Hero used to say. It spread among the people, and everyone found it amusing.”
“But that Hero…”
Consta looked at Primrose, speaking cheerfully with a smile, then suddenly turned away, her tone turning dark: “He was a total scumbag.”
After finishing her story about the Night Demon Society’s absurdities, Consta smoothed the hem of her dress, stood up from the chair, and faced Primrose to state the real reason she had come in person tonight.
“Goddess, aside from apologizing and reporting intelligence, there’s one more very important matter I’d like to beg you to agree to.”
Consta’s tone became extremely sincere.
“What is it?” Primrose asked, puzzled.
Consta took a deep breath and said, “Since the Night Demon Society wants to create panic, let us create a great hope that can overshadow all panic!”
“The Demon Army is at the border, and the Border Guard has suffered heavy casualties. Although you and the Lord Hero descended during the day and drove back the monsters, news spreads too slowly.”
“Some civilians in the town are still hiding in cellars, trembling.”
“The Night Demon Society is using this panic to exploit the situation and incite the people.”
Consta stared at Primrose with burning eyes. “So I hope that you and the Lord Hero can attend a public speech for the entire town tomorrow.”
“A public speech?” Lin Naiyue was taken aback. “You mean standing on a stage and speaking to a lot of people?”
“Yes, Lord Hero.”
Consta nodded and explained. “The Lord’s Mansion has a high platform. Tomorrow morning, I will gather all the town’s residents in front of the mansion, in the Central Square.”
“The descent of the Goddess that His Majesty Gabriel worshipped a thousand years ago is the greatest miracle Aezera Kingdom has seen in centuries!”
Consta turned to Primrose, speaking excitedly. “If you and the Lord Hero stand on that platform and announce the war—announce your arrival—that news will be like the holy sun in the sky, dispelling everyone’s fear of the Demon Race!”
“As long as people see you, see a living divinity and a living hero, the people’s hearts will be steady.”
“With a backbone, the Night Demon Society’s panic-mongering will collapse on its own. This is far more effective than sending ten thousand soldiers to catch assassins!”
Primrose listened.
This was a good thing.
Not only would it reverse the reputation that those trash gods and heroes had tainted her with, but it was also an excellent opportunity to advance the world-conquest progress and stabilize the rear.
If she didn’t stabilize the people’s hearts, and the backyard caught fire, she wouldn’t be able to focus on leveling up with her mom.
Benefits with no downsides.
“Alright, let’s do that.” Primrose agreed.
After that, Consta went to comfort the cat girl Meifei, left the inn, and headed off to prepare for tomorrow’s speech.
Primrose and the others returned to their rooms to get some sleep.
—
Late night, on the outskirts of Tattle Town.
The wind blew fiercely, shaking the branches of the trees.
Guang Tou and Dao Ba Nan were hiding in a broken-down, abandoned logging camp.
They had lit a campfire, its flames casting flickering light and shadow on their faces.
They had just finished bandaging their wounds, and blood was still seeping through the cloth strips.
Guang Tou threw a thick log into the fire, sending sparks flying everywhere.
“Damn it all!”
Guang Tou spat on the ground, accidentally pulling at his wound and wincing in pain. “Today’s operation is completely screwed. Where the hell did that sudden guard come from?”
“He ruined my big plan!”
“It must have been the Lord’s arrangement. Should’ve thought of it—how could the inn where the Goddess and Hero are staying be without guards?”
Dao Ba Nan leaned against a piece of rotten wood, his face dark as if it could drip water.
The more Guang Tou thought about it, the angrier he got. He punched the ground beside him, his hand stinging from the impact.
“I just can’t swallow this!”
Guang Tou glared, his eyes bloodshot. “Why do those nobles and rich folks get to live in warm houses, eating the best food and drinking the best wine, while we have to freeze our asses off in the middle of the night?”
“We can’t even get a good night’s sleep!”