I am a faithful follower of the Cult of Mercy.
By the order of the Cult Leader, I came to the interior of this Magic Academy to act as a Cleaner, specifically tasked with dealing with those who intend to approach the sacred grounds of our Cult of Mercy.
Today, just like any other day, I stood guard over the sacred grounds after all the students had left.
However, some dim-witted fellow appeared out of nowhere and has been wandering around here, looking left and right.
Now, I intend to kill this person to eliminate any future trouble.
I will wait for her to get distracted, then quietly move in to finish her off.
Once I dispose of the corpse, I can pretty much call it a day.
My weapon has been blessed by the Cult Leader and can cut through iron as if it were mud.
There is no way these frail mages can block a single strike.
“Take this!”
The cultist lunged at the Demon King with his Legendary Dagger.
Fortunately, the Demon King was tough and thick-skinned; if she wasn’t even afraid of Sephine’s savage biting, why would she fear this little knife?
The blade of the dagger snapped. It broke just that easily.
“Are you kidding me, you bastard!”
Seeing that he had been exposed, the cultist could no longer keep up his act.
He could only resort to the Cult of Mercy’s ultimate move—Self-destruction—to destroy all evidence of his existence along with his body.
“FOR THE DIVINE LORD!”
“What are you shouting about?”
Placing a hand on the cultist’s neck, she violently poured mana into his body, causing him to lose consciousness instantly.
The amount of mana stored within him had far exceeded the limit he could withstand, causing his mind to black out immediately before he could even complete the self-detonation.
The Demon King kicked the limp body two times, but there was no reaction.
She placed her hand under the cultist’s nose and found he was still breathing.
“Let’s take him back.”
Daenifen tied the man up with rope.
To prevent him from trying to use the self-destruction trick again once he woke up, the Demon King used Sealing Magic to directly seal the cultist’s body and consciousness together.
Until Daenifen actively released the seal, he would have to remain obedient.
While pouring mana into the cultist, the Demon King had become familiar with the mana signature of these followers.
The next step was to investigate whether there were other cultists lying in ambush in this place.
The Demon King released her mana, sweeping through every corner of the Academy.
Although there was residual mana, there was indeed no one else.
‘They only left one person here? Were they that confident in him?’
Although she had various doubts, the Demon King decided to take the guy back first.
Based on what he had just said and his attire, Daenifen judged that he should be a follower of some cult.
Those cultists were always chanting nonsense and were not quite right in the head.
The gods they believed in were mostly minor deities with little power, and they were very sinister.
Proper gods had no need for such cultists; they spread true gospels across the land, and those who received blessings would spontaneously offer their worship.
The Nation of the Divine Lord was right next door; how could there be protection from his Divine Lord here?
The Demon King carried the man and flew toward the dungeon beneath the Imperial Palace.
“Lord Demon King! Why have you come?”
Upon seeing that the visitor was actually the Demon King, the guards immediately dropped to one knee and performed the Kneeling Rite.
This foolish cultist might not recognize the Demon King, but these guards who worked in the Imperial Palace every day certainly did.
“Notify the Chief Inquisitor to come and conduct the interrogation personally.”
“Yes!”
The Demon King was not skilled at interrogating others; professional matters should be handled by professional people.
The Chief Inquisitor was named Peter Edward, a thoroughly ruthless man.
Exactly how ruthless he was was something only those who had been interrogated by him truly knew.
The Chief Inquisitor arrived a short while later, looking as if he had just woken from a dream, his eyes still squinting.
“Greetings, Lord Demon King!”
“Rise.”
“May I ask Your Majesty, is there an urgent matter that required waking your servant in the middle of the night?”
“I caught someone who intended to assassinate me, and he is suspected of being involved in the Astrid case. Interrogate him thoroughly; it would be best if you can extract a lot of information.”
“Yes!”
Peter, who had been exhausted a moment ago, was suddenly full of energy.
This was a perfect opportunity for him to earn merit!
Moreover, setting aside official duties, he had to give this person a hard time even for personal reasons.
Astrid had been a humorous man who had good relationships with many public officials in the Imperial Palace, including Peter Edward.
Being able to help find Astrid’s killer could be considered avenging him.
“Do a good job! If you extract important information, there will be a reward!”
“Yes!”
With the Demon King’s guarantee, Peter Edward worked with even more passion.
After the Demon King released her sealing technique, Peter Edward poured a small cup of an unknown liquid into the cultist’s mouth.
A moment later, he woke up.
Upon waking, he saw the face of the strange woman he had tried to attack, as well as the face of a fierce-looking man.
“Heh, he’s awake. I’ll leave him to you, Peter.”
“Please rest easy, Lord Demon King!”
The Demon King waved her hand and walked toward her Inner Palace.
“Mmph, mmph, mmph?!”
The cultist, who had just woken up, heard such explosive news.
Cultists had brains too; although they were loyal to their Divine Lord, they still cherished their own lives.
‘I actually tried to use a broken little knife to kill the Demon King just now?’
He truly wanted to beat his past self to death. But it was too late now; he couldn’t even speak and could only let out muffled cries.
The man in front of him also looked very difficult to deal with.
If he had known the ultimate end of being a cultist would be like this, he would have definitely chosen to be an honest farmer tilling the fields.
The wind outside blew against the Demon King, and it was very cold.
The greatest weakness of the Demon Race was their fear of the cold—they were exceptionally sensitive to it.
Therefore, the Magical Kingdom ruled by the Demon King was established in a temperate zone.
Compared to other places, this region was much more suitable, being neither too cold nor too hot.
The Demon King regretted not wearing more layers.
She had thought that wearing less would make it easier to move, but she hadn’t expected the combat power of these people to be so low that she didn’t even need to be serious.
“So cold… I need to get back under the covers quickly.”
At the thought of having a fragrant and soft wife waiting to warm the bed for her, the Demon King felt a warmth in her heart.
Where else could one find such a wife?
She could govern the country and manage politics above, and serve in the bedchamber below.
“You’re back? Hurry and put this on.”
“Oh, Wife, you’re awake?”
“You dummy, your movements when getting out of bed were so loud, how could I possibly stay asleep? Come inside quickly, it’s cold out.”
Sephine was standing by the door holding a blanket.
As soon as she saw the Demon King, she draped the blanket over the Demon King’s back.
Sephine pressed the back of her hand against the Demon King’s cheek; it was ice-cold.
*Whoosh—*
Sephine blew two breaths of warm air onto Vi’s face.
“Is that warmer?”
“Much warmer—thank you, Wife.”
The Demon King’s heart nearly melted. She picked Sephine up directly and dashed all the way back to the bed.
“It’s too cold outside; it’s not good for the baby.”
“I was just thinking about talking about the baby. Look.”
Sephine lifted her clothes, revealing her small belly.