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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

Having sent away Warwraith, I was about to greet Jeerah when the Flame Demon Child I had just rescued unexpectedly knelt down and began grovelling to Jeerah.

“Mistress Jeerah, I brought reinforcements back… are you alright?”

The Flame Demon Child crawled her way towards Jeerah and reached out for her long, slender legs… ‘Is this the legendary greeting of shoe kissing?’

Yet my question barely lasted a second before Jeerah simply lifted up her feet and mercilessly stepped on the Flame Demon Child’s head, pinning her face to the ground.

With her subordinate still under her foot, Jeerah slightly tilted her head upwards in a queenly fashion, eyes scornfully peering down at the lowly Devil beneath her foot. One of her left fingers seductively caressed her lips as she asked, “If you’re that worried about me, why did you wait that long to come help me just now? You even hid over there till everything was over. Do you think I’m blind?”

From then on, no matter how that Flame Demon Child tried to explain herself, Jeerah simply continued trampling on her till she finally realised that her savior, me, was still standing there…

“Oh, I had almost forgotten. You did bring some reinforcements, didn’t you? I don’t know where you found them but they do seem rather powerful.” Jeerah smiled thinly before actually stepping over that Flame Demon Child’s back and onto the ground. But what really had me riled was that I actually found her sway rather elegant, almost beautiful…

“Be careful, little brother, that girl is about to activate her enthrallment, even though your sister can help you, she still hopes that you can break out of it by yourself.” Ferti’nier reminded me kindly. Yet just as I was stunned by her sudden change of heart, her words regained their usual barbs. “Oh right, your sister almost forgot to mention this but, creatures without a gender have a very strong resistance to enthrallment. So even if she doesn’t do anything, our little brother should be fine.”

‘You’re the one without a gender! Your whole family has no gender!’

Like a pest constantly hiding out in my body, she always knew exactly what to do to anger me half to death.

After that little fit, Ferti’nier suddenly turned serious once more. “That girl’s enthrallment hasn’t been refined yet, else that Flame Demon Child would have already rushed into battle just now, instead of holding back her subordinates and watching from the sidelines.”

Back then, there was in fact a period where we were quite far away from Jeerah. Had the Warhorses chosen to throw all caution to the winds and charge at her, she had a very real chance of dying. This tiny sliver of chance was enough for that Flame Demon Child to begin resisting her enthrallment. Should she be away from Jeerah any longer, she would have actually been able to break free from her control.

Psychic Enthrallment drew its strength from the strength of the caster and the tier of the enthrallment. Naturally, one had to factor in the target’s own resistance.

As an example, one merely had to look at the self-serving actions of that Flame Demon Child. Even though she still saw Jeerah as her master, and even brought reinforcements to help her, her actions at the battlefield proved that she wasn’t truly loyal to Jeerah. If I had to explain why, it would probably be that the Flame Demon Child was only restricted by Jeerah’s enthrallment, having no choice but to serve Jeerah’s interests. Yet there always existed the possibility of that Flame Demon Child suddenly turning on Jeerah. After all, Devils were the very incarnation of chaos and betrayal. Even under enthrallment, they still held the seed of betrayal within them.

Furthermore, this Flame Demon Child had a very simple reason as to why she was resistant -that’s because she was a she… And also, if she were to ever be lucky enough to evolve, she would most likely be awarded the Original Sin blessing of Lust.

As I was mulling over the matter of that Flame Demon Child’s betrayal, Jeerah began to slowly walk closer to me, along with a strong but pleasant smell that only grew stronger. It was the kind of scent that any male would find intoxicating. Even if I was in a genderless state right now, I was still a bonafide male in the end. Thus, I didn’t have much resistance against that scent.

“Fallen Angel?” Jeerah carefully observed me. Her eyes had a hint of sneering pride in them while her mouth curved into a smile. Her voice drew me in with every syllable she enunciated, as if I was being slowly wrapped in a warm embrace.

“Hi…there…” Whether I realised it or not, my words started to stutter, as if I had just fallen in love for the first time ever. Let alone speak, I didn’t even know where to keep my hands or feet. The signature brimstone scent of Purgatory started to smell refreshing. Even the scorching heat of the air began to seem like a cozy radiator, as if all the discomfort in this world was starting to leave me.

I definitely felt that I was under her spell, but why would I ever give up on such a beautiful creature…perhaps I should even propose to her…if she didn’t agree…perhaps I could just force her? Would she be hurt if I did that?

“Get away from my mama!” Mo Na almost immediately sensed my abnormality. She hurriedly flew in between me and Jeerah, arms spread wide open like a mother hen protecting her chick. “You shameless tramp, get away from Mo Na’s mama right this instant!”

“Mama?” Still in the midst of her enthrallment, Jeerah couldn’t help but be stunned by that. She broke into a sneering grin soon after, fingers pointed directly at me as if I was the source of some joke she just heard. “I actually can’t tell if this esteemed Fallen Angel is a male or female.”

“Of course I’m a male.”

If there was one thing I would never barge on, that was my gender.

After that brief argument between Mo Na and Jeerah, I was awakened from her enthrallment. However, it had to be said that Psychic Enthrallment wasn’t just something that could be used on males. If it was used well, even females would be mesmerised. After all, there existed certain creatures known as oysters, and they were made for slurping!

Jeerah’s enthrallment certainly was powerful, else it wouldn’t have been able to cause the death of over ten Warhorses with the help of her low level Devils.

Based on what I just saw, her medium of enthrallment was her scent. And while it wasn’t at the level of Master Psychic Enthrallment, the fact that she could use her scent in such a way meant that it was only a matter of time before she reached that tier.

“Oh, you actually woke up so fast.”

As the spellcaster, she could clearly tell that I had broken free from her enthrallment and was shocked by the speed at which I did so. At the same time, I was both shocked and alarmed at the fact that she could enthrall me.

‘She’s definitely not just some backbencher…’

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

My command was as simple as it was direct. I wasn’t too certain if the golems could understand the true meaning behind my words, but as the command was given, they charged forward as ordered. Their weight was frightening, to say the least. For every step they took, the earth itself would groan. Rocks would fly off like an explosion had gone off at the site of their footsteps. And as the cacophony of rubble and booming footsteps echoed across the battlefield, it wasn’t long before every creature’s attention was attracted over to us.

“Blast it! What are you doing here again!” Warwraith had a face with the words frustration and anger written all over. “Why can’t you just watch quietly from over there? Do you really think we Warhorses are afraid of you?!”

Because of the booming footsteps of the golems, Warwraith had already sensed our presence the moment we arrived. Yet never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that we would be so shameless as to harass him so soon after the previous beating.

With a horde of golems charging ever closer, Warwraith didn’t dare to act rashly, merely holding position for now. He had definitely heard my command just now, so he knew that as long as he stood there, he wouldn’t be attacked.

He was right on that front. Not long after, the golems surrounded him but never attacked him. Based on this alone, I could at least take heart that their intelligence wasn’t horrifically low.

“If I were you right now, I wouldn’t make any sudden moves.”

Seeing him so obedient in his circle of golems, I couldn’t but smile a little as I brought my forces forward. As we got closer, that old horse’s already black face got even blacker. His furious shaking was no better proof of how angry he was right now. At the same time, it was a sign of his fear.

“What do you even want?!”

Warwraith yelled at me. As he was right now, there was no way for him to express his disquiet other than shouting. Yet as the saying went, dogs who bite don’t bark. His shouting merely showed that he was all bark and no bite.

“Nothing at all, really. So you better not do anything unnecessary either. Just watch quietly from there.”

“There’s no benefit for both of us if they keep fighting like this.”

“I’m fine with that. I’ll just take it as I’m watching a show.”

“… b*stard!” In a war of words, there really was no way Warwraith would ever win -just look at how he lost after two sentences.

Even though I didn’t say it, he knew exactly what I wanted. After a brief pause, he finally swallowed this bitter pill through gritted teeth.

Eyes still spewing hate, the old horse yelled in the direction of the battlefield, “Stop fighting! I want all of you back here now!”

Even though Jeerah was able to disrupt the Warhorses with her Adept Psychic Enthrallment, the battle couldn’t be said to be in their favor. At the end of the day, the Devils were simply too weak to fight against the Warhorses. Her participation did allow them to counterattack somewhat, but their level difference wasn’t something that could be overcome so easily.

If one was to take that Large Imp who fought a Warhorse to death as an example, while he might have won, he had to pay an unbearable price for that victory. Barring some form of main character plot armor, any similar victory would be a pyrrhic one as well.

In just five short minutes, half the Devils were either dead or injured. In contrast, the Warhorses merely suffered a dozen over losses. These losses were mostly restricted to Three-stars as well. Should the battle continue, their defeat was inevitable even without Warwraith’s participation.

Warwraith knew of my true intentions. He also knew that even if they won, he wouldn’t gain a single benefit -because my fist was bigger than his.

Since he clearly had no way of winning, there wasn’t much point to his resistance either. At the very least, this way there was a chance that they wouldn’t be massacred.

With Warwraith’s shout, both sides slowly stopped fighting. The Devils retreated back to Jeerah’s rock as per her orders, instinctively forming a layered defense ring around her.

Warwraith glared at me then. He wanted to say something but he held it in; not like I couldn’t tell what he was trying to say from his bulging eyes. He clearly wanted to curse at me.

‘Ah… the world is really such a strange place. I still remember the first time I met him too. Back then, he forced me to fight those Demonic Fire Igneous Giants… Well, looks like the roles have been reversed now. As the saying goes, don’t bully a kid just because he’s poor. A river that flows east for thirty years, flows west the next.

“Pack up… we’re leaving…”

When he said pack up, what he really meant was to gather the corpses of their fallen. As Warwraith silently watched Warhorse after Warhorse corpse got dragged before him, his mood sank further.

‘Maybe I should just stay away from him for now. Judging by his foul mood, he might just snap and attack me if I provoke him more.’

In actuality, I wasn’t the least bit afraid of him since my golems could easily teach him a lesson in how to be a proper horse. Yet what good would that do for me? None. In fact, it was detrimental to my cause.

My end goal was to gather troops by conquering Sable Radiance. These horses were a force to be reckoned with, a force that I could easily turn into my cavalry unit. Thus, my plan had always been to subjugate not to decimate.

There were a multitude of ways to declare war, ones that didn’t require me killing off their important members. In other words, ways that didn’t get in the way of me gathering more troops afterwards.

Humiliating him but not killing him was certainly an option. But there was a possibility that I could cross his limits, turning him into a diehard rival even if their whole race surrendered. At the end of the day, one shouldn’t be too extreme in his methods.

But for me to say that… should still be alright, right?

I sent off Warwraith with a slight tinge of guilt in my heart. That horse even forgot to give me his customary glare before trotting off. In all likelihood, he was on the verge of mental collapse right now.

Mo Na seemed to have picked up on this little fact as well. With a cheeky grin, and a loyal Hellhound at her side, she said, “Mama, Mo Na feels that horse was really pitiful just now.”

“Woof woof.”

“If even you say that, then he must really be pitiful.”

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

The Devils led by Jeerah were already surrounded by the Purgatory Warhorses. Though the numbers on both sides were roughly equal -about a hundred on each side-, their actual combat strength couldn’t be any more different; the Warhorses were vastly more powerful than a bunch of low level Devils. Not to mention that these Warhorses still had a Six-star elder watching over them from the sidelines who I doubt was in the best of moods after being pummelled by me. In all likelihood, he had no intention of sparing even a single one of them.

The battle going on before us right now was a pretty clear cut one. In order for the Warhorses to qualify for the hunting party, they had to at least be Three-stars. In comparison, the Devils who just came over from the Prison of the Dead were malnourished, and were mostly One-stars or Two-stars. There were barely any Three-stars, let alone Four-stars. With such a difference, it didn’t come as a shock that they were getting trampled right now.

Had it not been for Jeerah, the Devils probably would have lost in two minutes flat. You heard me right! Jeerah was like a messiah to them right now thanks to her decisive combat support.

As a Lust Demon of the beguiling branch, she practically radiated beauty from top to toe. As long as it was a male, regardless of race, they would be affected by her.

A Beguiling Lust Demon’s strongest tactic was to enthrall an opposing male to fight for her. However, in order to reach this level of beguilement, that Lust Demon first had to ensure that there was a comfortable distance between her level and her target’s.

Not only that, she had to ensure there was enough time to pull off the enthrallment. The requirements were rather complicated, but mostly because of individual differences.

The ability to enthrall an enemy without any physical contact was a high level technique. Most Lust Demons could only enthrall an enemy by coming into contact with them. But if a Lust Demon was powerful enough, her enthrallment technique could take place from a distance through her words, scent, or even sight. At the pinnacle of this technique, Lust Demons were even able to alter a person’s memory.

These techniques which controlled one’s psyche were all collectively known as Psychic Enthrallment.

Psychic Enthrallment possessed three tiers of power: Novice, Adept, and Master. Novice Psychic Enthrallment required the caster to maintain close contact with the target to have any chance of success. This was the forte of the carnal branch of Lust Demons. Through their bodily techniques, they would forcefully brainwash their targets. A normal human would merely require a single session or perhaps even a kiss to enthrall.

Adept Psychic Enthrallment was what the Lust Demons of the beguiling branch specialised in. Because this tier of enthrallment only required simple contact like a touch, they often did not have to go to the same… lengths… that the Carnal Lust Demons had to.

When one reached the master tier of Psychic Enthrallment, the brainwashing could take place simply through words, scent or even sight. Such a Lust Demon often only had to use her voice to control countless souls. This was the strongest power a Lust Demon could hope for!

In truth, I was naturally endowed with Master Psychic Enthrallment thanks to Ferti’nier. Furthermore, this enthrallment wasn’t easy for me to control. That was why when I had just reincarnated, I would often encounter situations where Devils would inexplicably submit to me.

Jeerah was performing just such a technique right now. As she stood atop a giant rock, she feverishly released her mana in the form of a pink fog that slowly travelled across the battlefield.

It was a pink fog that somehow triggered certain memories within me… didn’t I give out this fog in the past as well?

Upon inhaling this fog, the Devils immediately experienced an explosive burst of fighting spirit. Yelling “FOR THE MISTRESS!” at the top of their lungs, they would fearlessly charge towards the Purgatory Warhorses like a bunch of brainwashed zealots.

This fog wasn’t only effective against the low level Devils either. Majority of the Warhorses who inhaled this fog experienced a momentary period of giddiness. And on a battlefield, such a momentary distraction often proved fatal, no matter how short that moment was.

A Three-star Warhorse was the first to inhale this pink fog. His movement started to turn sluggish, and his strikes became weaker as well. In the beginning, he was able to defeat a Large Imp with one simple kick, but after ten seconds of inhaling that fog, his attacks not only became slower, but were now unable to even seriously injure a Large Imp.

In stark contrast to that, the Large Imp he fought charged with the ferocity of a zealot who just received a divine revelation from his deity. His actions practically screamed that he would at least take a bite out of that accursed Warhorse, even if it meant his death. Other than frenzy, there was nothing to be found in his crimson eyes.

But a Large Imp’s body was nowhere as tall as a Warhorse. That meant that he had no choice but to jump in order to reach the Warhorse. As he did so, he accurately wrapped his arms around the neck of the Warhorse and began biting into his neck. Like a hound that found his prey, the Large Imp viciously tore into the neck of the dazed Warhorse, inflicting a serious injury in the process.

Neck throbbing furiously, the Warhorse finally came to his senses. His injuries caused the blood within him to circulate even faster, countering the slowing effect of the pink fog in an instant with its own adrenaline-filled frenzy.

The Warhorse neighed loudly in the air as if to announce what was coming next. Nostrils flaring and muscles taut, the Warhorse galloped furiously in a forward charge. No matter who he encountered, whether friend or foe, he simply rammed through them all.

Yet the Large Imp held fast. He stubbornly bit into the neck of that Warhorse, the rocking of the Warhorse’s charge merely adding to the speed at which his teeth tore.

Purgatory Warhorses had no arms to speak of, so no matter how fast that horse charged, he really had no way of knocking off that Large Imp. His only hope now was to shroud his body in flames, hopefully burning that Imp to death before it could do more damage.

Shrouded in flames, the Large Imp was immediately burnt by the wrapping flames. As this fire wasn’t of his own making, the Imp’s body was sure to be damaged. Yet no matter how much his body writhed in pain, he had no intention of ever letting go. Right now, he was the most devout follower of Jeerah; his heart only held the desire to protect her to his death.

Even with his flame resistance, there was no way a Large Imp could completely ignore the effects of a Three-star’s flame. Before long, the Large Imp was completely engulfed by the flames, yet that only served to fuel his ravenous biting. Finally, right before his body was reduced to ashes, his teeth made contact with each other…

Fresh blood gushed out like a crimson hotspring. The moment that happened, the Warhorse lost all strength and began wobbling, knocking into two more Large Imps and one of its own at the speed of over 150 km per hour, carving a bloody road of death right before its own impending demise.

At long last, the Warhorse collapsed to the ground leaving behind a smothering trail of fire in his wake, his head knocking into the rock Jeerah so happened to be on.

The Warhorse used whatever energy it had left in its body to raise his head in hopes of looking at Jeerah one last time. Unfortunately, he failed. He could only let forth one last mournful neigh before dying together with that Large Imp who finally let go of his neck at that exact same moment.

‘A One-star actually fought a Three-star to death…now that’s a miracle right there!’

In truth, such an occurrence wasn’t unusual at all. There were a few cases of something similar happening all around. The most frightening fact was that even a Five-stars wasn’t completely immune to Jeerah’s enthrallment. It could only be said that her technique had surpassed what a normal Adept Psychic Enthrallment should be able to accomplish.

“Little brother, that right there is the natural born power of the beguiling branch.” Jeerah’s exceptional performance naturally attracted the attention of Ferti’nier. Like the Devil queen that she was, I could hear her amused voice rattling in my head right now. “Her technique is on the precipice of evolving into a Master Psychic Enthrallment. That pink fog of hers is actually an enthrallment that uses scent to affect her opponents.”

‘So we got a genius on our hands…speaking of which, Devils with an Original Sin aren’t even that common to begin with…’

“Beguiling Lust Demons are actually a rarity amongst Lust Demons. That’s because they have to maintain their chastity until they comprehend the secrets of Adept Psychic Enthrallment… truly an ironic rule, I have to say. Even though they are the incarnations of Lust, they have to curb their desires…but should a Lust Demon be able to achieve such a feat, she would be a Lust Demon of the beguiling branch. She would no longer have to rely on her body to enthrall her opponents.”

‘So once they lose their chastity, they lose the ability to evolve into the beguiling branch. But if they don’t use their bodies as a weapon, these nightworking Lust Demons can’t survive… truly a conundrum…’

That exchange with Ferti’nier didn’t last too long, and we soon turned our attention back to the battlefield.

Jeerah’s enthrallment had brought forth an unexpected outcome in this battlefield, resulting in casualties amongst the Warhorses. However, such a fortuitous turn of events wouldn’t last long. Warwraith wasn’t one to allow his fellow horses die, thus he would never allow Jeerah to continue unchecked. And as I had predicted, Warwraith prepared to intervene.

‘We mustn’t let that Warwraith join the battlefield. If that blasted horse interferes now, he can take out all the Devils in an instant with just his Six-star might and capture Jeerah.’

‘That Jeerah was even able to earn praise from Ferti’nier. That must mean her talent is the real deal.’

Being understaffed as I was, there was no way I would give up this chance to recruit another member. I immediately gave the order, “Advance, don’t let that donkey of a horse join the battlefield!”

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

Lust Demons can be broken down into three categories: the carnal branch, the beguiling branch and the combat branch. In practical terms, the beguiling branch and the combat branch can basically be combined into one branch.

Certain Lust Demons are blessed with exceptional talent, displaying traits of both the beguiling and the combat branch. These Lust Demons are particularly frightening. Their combat traits give them unthinkable close combat prowess while their beguiling traits allows them to entrance their opponents. Whatever they can’t solve with strength, their charms can most likely handle, and vice versa. There is rarely anything these Devils can’t handle, making them a truly unique existence amongst Devils.

From My Kingdom for a Lust Demon

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I stared at the disappearing silhouettes of the Warhorses. The battle had ended, but my heart refused to calm down. There wasn’t any danger to speak of in that encounter; even if Warwraith tried anything funny, my golems could easily smack him away. No. What really made my heart pound was that I had just declared war on the Warhorses.

The horn of a Nightmare Steed was something I had to have. Yet the status of a Nightmare Steed within its race was anything but ordinary; every such Warhorse bore the rank of a Grand Elder. Furthermore, the horn of a Nightmare Steed had greater significance to a Nightmare Steed than a Devil and his horns. Should a Devil lose his horns, he would at most suffer restrictions on his abilities. Should a Nightmare Steed ever lose his horn… he would ultimately die…

Naturally, a horn from a dead Nightmare Steed was fine too, I wasn’t picky. However, with their supreme position within Warhorse society, I wouldn’t be surprised if such horns were treated as sacred objects. As a symbol of their strongest warriors, there was no way they would simply hand one over just because I asked. Without a doubt, they would fight to the death to protect such an object.

The best case scenario would be if I managed to subjugate their race while obtaining the required horn. After all, I wasn’t trying to conquer Sable Radiance just for the sake of becoming an overlord; I had deeper goals.

In a fight between my golems and those Warhorses, the Warhorses clearly had the advantage in speed and agility. Should they choose to avoid a head on confrontation, instead choosing to employ guerilla tactics, I would have a headache inducing battle ahead. With that in mind, it was best for me to take things one step at a time. If need be, I could place the matter of the horn on the backburner first.

For now, what had to be sorted out was this batch of Devils that I had just rescued.

“Mama, that Devil over there seems to want to talk to you.”

As I was mulling over the upcoming battle, my precious baby took the initiative to interrogate the Devils. While she had always been an active one, it was fortunate that she knew to share my burden from time to time.

“Most esteemed one of the Fallen Angel bloodlines… we are the servants of Mistress Jeerah. Right this very moment, Mistress Jeerah is being threatened by those Warhorses. We seek your aid in rescuing our mistress…O one of esteemed bloodlines, hear the pleas of your subjects…grant us aid…”

The Flame Demon Child immediately knelt upon being brought over by Mo Na. It was a female Flame Demon Child who came before me; I had almost gotten used to the habit of viewing them through their souls now. Yet, I couldn’t but feel that something was off about her. If I had to place a finger on it…

I swept my eyes across the gathered Devils. Over three hundred low level Devils, mostly males and barely any females -less than ten percent even.

That wasn’t normal at all. While it was normal for there to be more male Devils than females, the disparity shouldn’t be this big. Strictly speaking, there was no gender differential in terms of combat strength amongst low level Devils. In other words, gender had nothing to do with combat strength.

Putting aside that gender disparity for now, I had another question that needed answering. “Who is Jeerah?”

“Mistress Jeerah is our master.” The Flame Demon Child kept her head down while she continued to plead. “We just came over from the Prison of the Dead, landing at the teleportation point not too far from here. We barely got our bearings when we were set upon by the Warhorses. They wanted to capture us for food but Mistress Jeerah strongly objected to that. However, our enemies were too strong. Thus, I led the greater portion of our forces away as a diversion while Mistress Jeerah retreated to safety…”

If the Warhorses were just out hunting for food, it would make sense for them to chase after the side that had more Devils. However, based on what I knew of their speed and strength, they most likely would have split off a smaller force to chase after the other group.

In other words, Jeerah wasn’t safe right now.

That was precisely why this Flame Demon Child was pleading for my aid. Still… a Devil aiding another Devil… sure, the entire Devil race was the creation of Lucifer. And as the head of the Seven Original Sins, the Original Sin of Pride could be counted as the head of all the other races, but… why should I help them for nothing?

“Mama, that Jeerah Devil actually has a name!” Just as I was mulling over that issue, my daughter’s surprised exclamation reminded me of something important.

‘A name…she does have a name.’

A Devil normally wouldn’t come up with a name for itself. Just like how human names were all given by the elders of that household, there was also no way for a newborn to name itself. That was a reason why the majority of my subordinates had no names, barring those with a position.

‘A named Devil, regardless of whether it gave itself the name or someone else gave it that name, is still a fascinating occurrence. I guess I’ll take a look at least. Who knows, I might just bump into Warwraith again… the look on his face then…’

I smiled and ruffled Mo Na’s hair. “Lead on.”

Hearing that I had agreed to her request, she immediately jumped to her feet, not forgetting to thank me before that. Following which, she sprinted off. “Over here…before we split off, Mistress Jeerah retreated in this direction…”

“I never said that you would be leading us.”

“But…didn’t your esteemed self just promise to help?”

“Sinmosa.”

Faced with her accusatory glare, I merely rolled my eyes before turning towards Sinmosa. She grinned back at me. With a kick of her muscled limbs, she sped past the Flame Demon Child who was still in daze after being called out by me.

Since Jeerah was a named Devil, and even knew how to split up to run, she must have possessed an above average level of intelligence. In that case, she most likely would have changed direction while escaping. Could a normal Devil ever compete with a Hellhound’s nose? Obviously not. That was why leading the way should be left to the likes of Sinmosa and Sasani.

“Keep close!”

I grabbed Cinderel and Mo Na as I flew up to one of the Winged Abyssal Golems, commanding it to follow Sinmosa in the process.

Sinmosa had already gotten the scent she needed from the Flame Demon Child to track down our Devil. As she took off with her husband, the couple seemed to turn into a bolt of black lightning as they sped off into the distance. Behind this pair of siblings *** husband and wife, there was an army of golems and low level Devils. Yet strange as it might have seemed, none of these Devils fell behind. Even if it meant running to the point of exhaustion, everyone made sure to keep up with the golems.

“Mama, they aren’t running away at all.”

“Mhm, strange indeed.”

Normally, Devils could all be classified as selfish. Yet without me ever trying to stop them from running away, every single one of them actually stayed behind, instead choosing to go look for this Mistress Jeerah of theirs. Were they all morons? Or perhaps they were just cowed by my golems’ might. Or perhaps there was another reason…

When did Devils become so loyal? Lest one forgot, there was a couple of devious potatoes who betrayed me not too long ago, namely One-eye and Nine-finger.

“Mama, Mo Na thinks that this Jeerah is a Lust Demon.”

“A Lust Demon huh…” If we were dealing with a Lust Demon, it would be possible for her to entrance these Devils. Furthermore, the name Jeerah was decidedly feminine sounding, basically confirming that she was a female Devil.

After dashing for about three minutes, Sinmosa found traces of blood and signs of a recent battle.

The couple paused for a second to have a sniff, coming to a conclusion soon after.

“The corpses should have been brought away the Warhorses, the scent is quite muddled but it’s still discernible… a small portion of the Warhorses have split off from the hunting party -probably to clean up. There’s also traces of Warhorse blood. There should be casualties amongst them.”

“Ignore the others for now, I want that Devil known as Jeerah.”

“That Devil should have gone that way…”

Upon confirming my target, Sinmosa continued leading us.

From that moment on, we would sporadically come upon traces of battle. Without even needing to guess, I could tell that this was the handiwork of a desperate Jeerah who had to leave behind some of her subordinates to fight with the Warhorses. Furthermore, according to the hoofprints and scent left behind, our dear friend was ahead as well…

I had a feeling from the start that Warwraith would chase after Jeerah… oh how I would love to see the look on his face right now when we catch up.

We pressed onwards, soon stumbling upon a group of Warhorses fighting with some Devils.

Most eye-catching amongst them was a particularly beautiful Lust Demon. She wore a tight, black leather suit. Her hair was neatly combed to the back of her head, past a set of C-shaped horns that curved back as well. Her skin was red, and her complexion radiant. Her pointed ears were dainty, cute even. Behind her, a pair of outwardly black but internally red Devil wings flapped.

I had to admit, she was beautiful. Not only that, based on what I could see of her, she should be a Lust Demon of the beguiling branch.

‘A beguiling path Lust Demon… this is my first time seeing one. Strictly speaking, Ferti’nier isn’t of the beguiling branch-she belongs to both the combat and beguiling branch instead. My Mo Na belongs to the combat branch while I’m… while I am loath to admit it, I’m probably both of the combat and beguiling branch.’

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

Even when holding back their power, a golem still had the strength of a Six-stars. It only stood to reason that a Three-stars Warhorse would come out short in a direct clash with a golem.

The majority of the Warhorses only ended up with a bit of injuries, the worst off were two particular Three-star Warhorses who actually rammed head first into the fist of my golems. I won’t describe that scene in detail…gory, to say the least…

“Hellhounds, a little Lust Demon, and a Fallen Angel?! Putting aside those Devils, when did a Fallen Angel appear in Sable Radiance…”

Warwraith tumbled about on the ground for a good long while before finally springing back up. The moment he recovered, he smartly retreated a few paces, at the same time signalling to the other horses to follow his cue.

“Yo, Warwraith, it’s been a while.”

His decision was logical as I had expected. I knew that he wouldn’t be foolish enough to try and attack me simply because of appearances. From the first time I met, I knew that he was a horse who mostly put the interests of his race before anything else.

Yet just because he was calm now, didn’t mean he would be calm forever. The moment he laid eyes on those two Warhorses who had their brains turned into mush, his body burned with mana. Regardless of the reason, their charge just now had resulted in the death of two juniors.

As a horse who treasured those of the younger generation, the loss of these two Warhorses instantly turned his eyes red with fury. However, even in his angered state, he knew clearly how wide the strength disparity was between the two of us. Thus, he smartly chose to control his anger.

“Fallen Angel, I don’t remember us ever having met.”

His eyes still held a hint of vengeance within them, but my vast strength made it such that he had no choice but to hide that boiling desire.

“Oh? Don’t you find them all a little familiar?” I pointed towards Sinmosa and her family before unhooking Mo Na from my neck just as she was about to wrap her arms around me. I gave her a little tap on her forehead before turning back to the now visibly shocked Warwraith. “How about that Grand Elder Shade of yours, is he doing well? If I’m not mistaken, he should have mentioned not to mess with me.”

“You…it’s you… that Lust Demon?!” Warwraith wasn’t old enough to be suffering from dementia yet; the moment I said that, he immediately recalled who I was. It was just that I had undergone such a huge change that he momentarily forgot who I was. The fact that someone was able to completely change his bloodline was news to him. “How did you become a Fallen Angel? Weren’t you a Lust Demon?!”

“That’s a long story, if you wish to hear about it… Well, I won’t tell you.” I cracked a little joke; it wasn’t like his face could get any blacker. And I wouldn’t have cared either. “Have you guys seen a teleportation zone anywhere?”

“I have no reason to tell you that.”

“It’s fine, I still have someone else I can ask.”

Warwraith was quick to refuse me. Upon realising that I wasn’t going to kill them, he immediately said, “We’ll be off then. I will take it that this little argument never happened…”

Having said that, he didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he eyed me uncertainly. He knew very well that I called the shots here, not him. While I might not be able to stop all of them, they definitely won’t be leaving here in one piece if I truly willed it.

The golems were slow, but they weren’t that slow that they couldn’t grab a Warhorse or two.

“If you want to leave, you may do so. But there’s something I wish to tell you…”

Warwraith’s ears twitched at that. He immediately took up a wary stance, ready for whatever I might have in mind.

“And what is that?”

“I want a horn from a Nightmare Steed.”

“…” Warwraith was merely stunned for a second before he burst out, “Impossible!”

“Whether it’s impossible or not isn’t decided by you. Tell that Grand Elder of yours, if it’s possible, I would prefer not to use force.”

“…” Warwraith glared daggers at me. If looks could kill, he would have chopped me into pieces a million times over.

This pointless glaring continued for over ten seconds. To me, his furious staring was nothing more than the griping of a sore loser. Still, that didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying. As punishment, I broke into a grin and said so in a taunting voice, “3…2…”

If he still dared to glare at me once I counted to 0, I would teach him a lesson. However, before I got the chance to do so, he cleverly chose to retreat from my taunting gaze.

“We’re leaving…”

“Hold on.”

“What else do you want?” Warwraith whipped his head around, his eyes practically spewing fire as he yelled, “Can’t you just spit it all out in one sentence?!”

“Don’t get so worked up. I just wanted to remind you that you left something behind.” I pointed at the corpses of the two Warhorses before lightly smiling. “If you just leave them there, their souls will probably start crying.”

Because I still hadn’t had time to sweep up the battlefield, those two corpses still had their souls attached. If Warwraith didn’t bring them back, they would most likely end up as nourishment for my army.

Sometimes, pure hatred wasn’t all that was needed to forge a sharpened sword. Warwraith grinded his teeth mercilessly against each other. His chest heaved with each breath he took and the air he exhaled seemed to singe their very surroundings. Unfortunately, his display of anger meant nothing to me.

“Bring them along…we’re leaving…”

No matter how angry he was, Warwraith, as he was now, had no qualifications to stand up to me. He knew that better than anyone else. That was why retreat was his best option. His only option.

A bunch of Warhorses trotted up to the two dead Warhorses. One of them bit down on the corpse and heaved it up onto his comrade’s back. That’s a rather interesting way to carry a corpse…I wonder if it will drop when they start galloping…

Upon retrieving the last corpse, Warwraith turned around and eyed me one last time. I had to admit, those bloodshot eyes were rather scary. Still, I merely scoffed at him and mouthed the word sayonara.

Naturally, Warwraith had absolutely no clue as to what I just said, but I was sure he understood what I intended from my eyes.

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

There exist a large number of restrictions on the method by which Occultists summon Devils. Several examples include the amount of mana required, a sacrifice of some sort, and a medium, lacking which will result in a variance in the end result. Without the exact medium required for that particular Devil, it’s not possible to perform a named summoning -the end result will display a large degree of randomness. Under normal circumstances, the strength of the summoned Devil is connected to the Occultist’s own strength and the sacrifice offered. Simply put, the more powerful the Occultist is, and the more powerful the sacrifice is, the higher the level of the Devil summoned.

—-From Those Who Summon Demons

Our first encounter with the Warhorses came a lot earlier than I had expected. In fact, we found them not too far away from our doorstep, blocking the path forward with their large blackish red bodies. In that instant, I couldn’t help but wonder if the Warhorses somehow managed to get wind of my plans beforehand.

Naturally, that wasn’t possible…

The exact location we encountered them was 250 km south of the capital. There were basically no patrolling golems here, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that there was a large group of low level Devils huddling in fear between us and the Warhorses.

I doubt there was even any doubt at this point that there was a teleportation point nearby.

Noticing our army looming ominously over the horizon, not only were those cowering Devils stunned, the over hundred strong herd of Warhorses were at a loss as well. Not knowing our intentions, they galloped into a defensive formation right away.

Sandwiched between both our armies were roughly three hundred low level Devils. Roughly sweeping over their army, I found that the lowest level amongst them was a Large Imp, and the highest was just a Four-stars Flame Demon Child. Under the determined pursuit of the Warhorses, these low level Devils could only run. Unfortunately for them, there was no way their Devil legs could ever compare to that of a Warhorse…

Encountering more Devils along with the Warhorses wasn’t that much of a surprise to me -it was Warhorse territory after all. Besides, there were definitely more teleportation points in existence other than the ones I found in the capital. In all likelihood, there were a bunch of roving low level Devil bands roaming about Purgatory right now…

What truly surprised me was that the one leading these Warhorses was actually a familiar per…horse…

“Mama, isn’t that the Warsomething elder?”

Mo Na preferred soul perception in general, being a Necromancer and all. With her heightened sense, she quickly realised that the Warhorse in charge was our old friend, Warwraith.

It was with her reminder that I realised that their leader seemed rather familiar. To begin with, all Warhorses looked the same to me, why would I ever find one familiar looking?

“Honorable Lord Fallen Angel, please save us…”

Most likely because they sensed that I was a Devil like them, the low level Devils decided to take a gamble after a mere moment of hesitation. They unabashedly pleaded for help, and without even waiting for me to answer, came rushing to our side. Pushy though that was, I was planning to recruit them anyway.

Better that they just come over on their own, saves me the trouble of convincing them…

“Let them come over.”

Before the golems had the chance to flatten the incoming Devils, I gave the order for them to make way. The fastest amongst them swiftly dove into the protective zone created by the golems, ignoring the overwhelming aura the golems emitted. Based on how fast the first Devil came in, it wouldn’t be long before the rest were safe.

Thus from that moment on, they basically became my subordinates.

With the Devils taking shelter with us, the Warhorses naturally had no intention of keeping quiet either. Perhaps it was because of my evolution into a Fallen Angel, the elder, Warwraith, didn’t immediately recognize me as his “old friend”. He was the first of the Warhorses to come charging at me. As he galloped, he made sure to yell out orders simultaneously. “Catch them, don’t let them escape!”

By now, there was only about one hundred meters between us and the Warhorses. Yet such a distance was nothing to a Warhorse. If left to their devices, half of the escaping Devils would most likely end up dead. I had personally experienced their speed before so I knew that a mere hundred meters was nothing but a gallop away to these horses.

I immediately gave the order for ten Winged Abyssal Golems and one hundred Abyssal Golems to halt the Warhorse charge.

“Stop them, but don’t kill them.”

Though the golems weren’t the most agile of soldiers, they could still dash at a decent speed as long as they didn’t have to change direction. By the time the first Warhorse caught up to a Devil, my golems had arrived as well.

First of his herd to charge, Warwraith cloaked himself in a shroud of flames as he rammed into one of the Winged Abyssal Golems. Hard met with hard as the two elite warriors clashed headon in a battle of strength. The end result was, as I had fully expected, Warwraith being sent flying away…

Seeing a horse the size of a mini truck being knocked into the air was a rather amusing one. Yet as long as my order held true, the golems would never inflict lethal damage. Naturally, if the Warhorse in question was just too weak then that was really just his fault.

A mature Warhorse would at least reach the level of Four-stars. Under normal circumstances, Warhorses in their developmental Three-stars stage would follow a herd out on a practise hunt. And the herd led by Warwraith right now so happened to have a number of Three-stars. While these developing Warhorses still possessed an impressive level of physical strength, they were nothing before the might of my golems. Even their Six-starred elder was swatted away like a fly by my golem, let alone these Three-star babies.

On the other hand, my forces were at least at the level of Six-stars. However, it had to be said that my golems, being inanimate objects, weren’t too good at following orders. Even if I told them to go easy on the Warhorses, it wasn’t entirely possible for them to judge how much force could be used.

With such a huge disparity in strength, and a lack of control on one side, it was only a matter of time before an accident happened.

Thus in our first clash with the Warhorses, the golems pummelled every single Warhorse, Warwraith included. Unfortunately, there were a few unlucky horses who would never stand up ever again…

‘Oops… I think they went a little overboard…’

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

“If nothing goes wrong, that Mo Na of yours should at least grow to be a Devil Overlord, perhaps even a Devil King. Oh right, I bet our little brother doesn’t know this but, that grimoire that entered the little fellow is actually a semi-divine instrument.”

“And for that grimoire to be able to choose its own owner, that book will most likely evolve into a full divine instrument…”

‘A divine instrument…holy… peel my potatoes and call them raw vodka… exactly what was it you just said that I lost?’ Right there and then, there was a ten thousand strong herd of llamas prancing about in the grass plains of my head; the kind that kept prancing back and forth…

‘Bah, forget it. Divine or not, it’s my daughter’s so it’s fine. Either way, it has no choice but to call itself a Mo!’

My next thought was to ask about my own potential, but the moment I remembered that I still had a certain freeloader in me, an inexplicable sense of despair fell over me. As long as Ferti’nier had residence in my body, I could kiss any hope of levelling fast goodbye, although it was also because of her that I was blessed with three Original Sins. Not to mention that her being in my body gave me a variety of abilities that others did not possess during their early stages of being a Devil. For example, that mesmerising ability which I had a love hate relationship with. Had it not been for Ferti’nier, I wouldn’t have been able to gather the Demonic Werewolves, the Harpies, the Lizardmen, and various other races to my side when I tried to break out of the Prison of the Dead.

Regardless of whatever complains I made of her, she was undoubtedly a boon to me. Just based on that, I owed her. If I had to give up my levelling speed for that, it was only reasonable.

“For our little brother to think that way of his sister… our little brother has finally grown up.”

‘Hey, don’t use that mother talking down to her son kind of tone on me!’

“What do you mean mother? Did our little brother forget about his sister already? The same sister he’s sharing a body with?”

‘That she-devil…’

After a short playful exchange with Ferti’nier, I realised that I had no more time to waste so I bade her farewell and left her to her devices while I brought everyone back to the palace.

The aim of this visit was to bolster my forces. Before this, I left all my golems in the underground weapons factory in the palace. I hadn’t planned on using them till the crucial moment had arrived, but the war was just too soon coming.

That’s right…war…

In order to accomplish my goals, I needed that exchange array, and that exchange array needed those special materials -this was a situation that couldn’t be resolved unless I declared war early.

My plan was to head directly to the weapons factory to inspect the golems, yet the moment I reached the gate of the palace, I found a dozen or so low level Devils lined up there. Upon noticing our arrival, they immediately saluted me.

“Master…” Their greetings came in a garbled, high pitched mess. Yet it wasn’t their voices that made me uncomfortable. Rather…

I waved my hands for them to rise, and without checking if they understood my meaning, I whipped around to face Big 4 who had been following me. “What’s going on with these Devils?”

“No.6 sent them over.” Perhaps he had noticed my worsening expression, he quickly added, “They arrived not too long ago, all of them are here.”

“I know No.6 sent them over. I just want to know why they are all females?”

“…” Big 4 fell silent. Finally, after my withering gaze brought him nearly to tears, he explained, “Master, you had me convey a message to No.6 about him needing to do a proper job…”

“Mhm, and…”

“And…then he sent those Devils over…”

That basically summed it all up.

That potato, No. 6, first sent over ten male Devils, but his attempt at bootlicking ended up with him licking way above the boots. Instead of being rewarded, he got a warning instead. In all likelihood, he took that warning as me saying that I disliked male Devils, and that I preferred females instead? Even though the scent of my soul gave off the impression of a female, it wasn’t like a little female on female action wasn’t plausible. And that was where the problem laid, I didn’t like both the groups he sent over…male or female…

‘No.6…I swear…’

‘So what should I do this time? Warn him again? I wonder who will he send over next time then? Maybe a Devil that’s neither female or male? Fine, I give up.’

“Tell No.6 to focus on the recruitment zone, stop sending over Devils for now. Once I’m done assembling the golems, I plan to leave immediately. That array you saw has to be fixed right away, and that requires my personal attention. I need you to guard the capital, got it?”

Hearing that he was about to be left behind again, Big 4 immediately gave me a wronged look. “Master, you’re leaving again? Without me?”

“There’s no choice, I don’t have enough people who I can depend on. Besides, No.3 isn’t following me either. Both of you have an important task to complete. I don’t feel safe leaving it to another Devil.”

I knew Big 4 wouldn’t be happy with my decision, but the current situation left little room for error. I didn’t have enough time to familiarise myself with the new captive Devils. Even if I could ensure their loyalty with a soul pact, I couldn’t be sure if they were actually capable enough for the job. And I couldn’t hand over control of the golems to another either, even if we were bound by a soul pact.

I dumped the female Devils onto Big 4 then stepped into the weapons factory with Mo Na and the Hellhound family.

“That’s…a lot of golems…”

This was the first time Sinmosa saw my stored golems. All lined up in neat rows, the majestic sight must have been quite a shock for her doggy heart. Even Sasani was stunned by the awe inspiring sight.

“I remember you handed five hundred golems over No.3 and that newcomer No.6, and over here you have another…” Sinmosa briefly scanned the area. “There can’t be less than five hundred units here…”

“To be exact, there are over one thousand Abyssal Golems…”

“Over a thousand Six-stars?!”

“Is that a lot?” Thinking about the battle to come, I couldn’t help but feel a little insecure. I knew my forces were strong, but I didn’t know how strong the other side was.

The Art of War had a saying: know yourself, know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles. Know yourself but not your enemy, you will lose a battle for every won. Know neither yourself nor your enemy, and you will lose every battle. If even a book knew how important intelligence was, there was no way I wouldn’t. Yet the problem now was that I had no way of gaining intelligence about our enemy.

For this conquest, my goal was to conquer Sable Radiance while collecting the materials required for the array, that was why our numbers must be sufficient. However, I wasn’t going to empty out the capital either. Real life wasn’t some kind of game after all. One couldn’t just put all their eggs in one basket even if there was no imminent threat.

‘Time for some quick math. Up till now, I have 1325 Abyssal golems, excluding those battered ones I just brought back. In terms of Winged Abyssal Golems, I have 127 units. Those will be my greatest tools in the upcoming war.’

‘I gave away 500 Abyssal Golems to No.3 and No. 6 for the safe zone and recruitment zone construction- I’ll recall 100 of them from No.6. Both of them have ten of my Winged Abyssal Golems too, those I probably won’t recall.’

‘Defending the capital should be relatively easy so I’ll leave behind 15 Winged Abyssal Golems and 300 Abyssal Golems, including the ones from No.6. That should be enough for the war.’

Now that I had planned out the allocation, the amount of golems I could muster for my conquest was 102 Winged Abyssal golems and 625 Abyssal golems.

‘Since war is basically guaranteed at this point, the best course to take would be to retrace our steps. Southwards from the capital is Warhorse territory first, from there I will say hi to Meisian and Anmi. The Fire Elementals can be found at the point where I teleported in. That leaves the heart of a Eight-stars Flame Devouring Fish…that one’s gonna be troublesome…I can probably get the salamanders to help me with it so it shouldn’t end up being a big problem.’

Strictly speaking, we were in the honeymoon period in terms of our relationship with the Demon Fire Salamanders. After all, the ones who would benefit the most from the construction of the safe zone would be them. I’m sure they won’t deny an ally’s tiny request, right?

‘That’s the plan for now then. Next up, I should probably ask Sinmosa about any information they might know about the Warhorses. I’ve no doubt that it won’t be complete, but it’s still useful as a reference. Yup…there shouldn’t be any problem then…probably…’

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

‘Hold on a second…since Ferti’nier actually bothered to tell me what the materials are, it meant I actually had the ability to acquire these materials, not merely some cat’s blood. Speaking of ability, wasn’t my ambition to conquer the entire Sable Radiance anyway? Why shouldn’t I just take this chance to clean up any rebel element lurking around?’

With that in mind, we were now back at square one. In order to conquer Sable Radiance, more soldiers were necessary. According to Lucifer’s clone, those of the Devil Overlord level wouldn’t interfere in my conquest, meaning that as long as that held true, all I had to worry about was the number of Eight-stars on the other side. As for my side, the only Eight-stars I could command was that Fallen Angel Golem hidden away in the Gem of Authority.

In other words, that golem was all I had against an unknown number of Eight-stars enemies… I fingered the gem on my necklace, unsure as to whether I should feel happy about owning the gem or not.

To be perfectly honest, even I did not know how strong the Fallen Angel Golem actually was. Neither had I ever seen an Eight-stars fight, so judging how terrifying their destructive ability could be wasn’t possible.

‘Still, if that clone only placed restrictions on Devil Overlords, I can safely assume that whatever I have on hand is enough to conquer Sable Radiance, right?! Logically speaking, the whole reason I’m even worrying about producing golems is to allow the plan after conquering Sable Radiance to proceed smoothly. To do that, I will need a repaired array. To repair that array, I need to gather materials. To gather those materials, I will need to interact with the other races, really, it’s just challenging them at this point…’

‘There’s no way they will ever quietly hand over the materials, especially not the Purgatory Warhorses with whom I had some unpleasant dealings with in the past. So fighting is the only logical option once they reject my request… those Nightmare Steeds are their leaders after all…’

Skipping a material or two wasn’t an option either. Like Gokuh collecting the Seven Dragon Spherical Objects, missing that single spherical object just wasn’t an option, otherwise it would be impossible to summon the Mystical Dragon of Wish Granting. Our array was basically the same, missing a material would spell failure immediately. Yet in spite of all that, Ferti’nier still told me about the materials…¹

‘Ferti’nier…Big Sis…do you really think that I have the ability to declare war on the Purgatory Warhorses as I am right now?’

“If it’s just those horses, there’s definitely no problem at all, none at all.” Unexpectedly, her reply was unambiguous, to say the least. “If you’re worried about the Nightmare Steeds and their horses, let me tell you that our forces completely counter theirs.”

‘Completely?’

“That’s right, completely!” Before that last bit even registered in my mind, Ferti’nier’s enthusiasm came bursting forth. “Just let your Big Sis handle those Nightmare whatevers!’

I was stunned…

‘But if I’m not mistaken, our dear Big Sis can’t even leave my body right now. And even if I let you take control of my body temporarily, you will just end up in another coma due to the mana expenditure…’

“Don’t be so sure. As long as preparations are made beforehand, preventing a Nightmare Steed from drawing you into a dream is all we need to do.” She then launched into a spirited explanation. “A Nightmare Steed’s attacks can be split into four types. The first is their psychic magicks which directly affects a person’s soul. Next, they have their darkness and fire elemental magicks. Lastly, they have their impressive physical prowess. Discounting their physical prowess for now, their strongest attack is their psychic magicks. Yet this strong suit of theirs is nothing before your sister, hee hee…”

Putting aside all her other nonsense, I could tell that she was highly dismissive of a Nightmare’s Steed psychic ability. Wasn’t a Lust Demon’s strong suit also in psychic, fire and darkness magicks? No matter how much Ferti’nier had fallen, she was still a Devil King of the Lust Demon branch…former anyway… With her in my soul, a Nightmare Steed’s strongest attack was basically nullified, so all that was left was…

“All that’s left is to let that golem hanging on our little brother’s neck handle the situation! Come, how about your dear sister let you in on another secret as well… that golem hanging around your neck right now… it has a dimensional gemstone in its chest. Anyone who has the Gem of Authority can simply take shelter inside that space during battle.”

‘Dimensional gemstone? Shelter?! Are you serious?’

‘Are you telling me what’s hiding in my Gem of Authority is not actually a Fallen Angel Golem, but rather an alternate universe’s Gundamn?’

‘Gold! I’ve struck gold! As long as I hide in that golem, I have this feeling that even if their entire race comes charging at me, I will still be safe. Even if I can’t win, I can just run away in the worst case scenario.’

‘So what’s the storage space like in the golem? If it’s big enough, maybe I can bring Mo Na along with me when I go material hunting. Honestly speaking, I’m not too comfortable with leaving Mo Na behind in the palace alone. Even if that’s the safest place, I just can’t settle down unless I have her in my sights. I guess that’s how all parents feel about their kids…’

“Don’t worry, the space inside is huge, you can even bring those two stupid dogs with you if you want, let alone your daughter.”

‘What do you mean “stupid dogs”? Sinmosa and Sasani are my precious comrades!’

“Hah, comrades. What kind of status do you think they even possess? Do they even have the qualifications to be treated as equals? They are just lowly Hellhounds -their bloodlines aren’t even on the same level as that half-breed white dog that used to follow you around all the time. Their daughter, however, isn’t that bad. Although close kin marriages tend to produce some oddities at times, there are also times when a child of purer bloodlines is produced. Simply put, that little puppy is worth grooming.”

With that said, she added one last comment. “Naturally, that fake daughter of yours isn’t bad either. Even though she’s not up to your level, she has a lot of potential.”

While the way Ferti’nier dismissed my friends simply because of their bloodlines left a bitter taste in my mouth, what caught my attention more was the word “potential”. Rather, what kind of potential was she even referring to? Sometimes, I really wondered how Ferti’nier viewed this daughter of mine…

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