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From the shadow of the watchtower atop the city wall, I quietly watched Priest Jucht depart.
He was undoubtedly an enemy, and the mastermind of a foolish plot—yet, I couldn’t bring myself to hate him.
When monsters like us take over a city, it’s only natural that some people would try to take it back, no matter how reckless the method.

Well, Jucht will be fine.
He’s been officially granted status as Governor Aylia’s envoy. He’s still an active priest too, so there’s no danger of him being cast out into the streets.
That troublesome old man has been conveniently sent back to his hometown of Tübahn. Let him keep quiet there for a while.
Monsa, standing next to me, looked displeased but I ignored her.

“Can I catch him up and kill him juust a little?”
“Nope.”

I grabbed Monsa’s head and gave it a firm noogie.

“Humans are weak, but killing them just makes things worse. They’re like bees.”
“Ah… yeah, bees are scary.”

Monsa once got into serious trouble as a kid when she tried to destroy a beehive pretending to be a bear.
Looks like she got the message.

I leapt from the top of the tower and began walking down the main street. Monsa followed right behind.
I bought about twenty skewers from a nearby food stall and handed half to Monsa to thank her for her efforts.

“Well, this should keep the Sonnenlicht Faith quiet for now.”
“Hmm. Oh, this sauce is good and sweet.”
“It tastes like it’s made from fermented beans.”
“You know a lot about cooking, Captain?”
“I specialize in eating it.”

I didn’t tell her how much that flavor reminded me of soy sauce from my previous life.
Just as I predicted, the Sonnenlicht Faith quieted down almost instantly.
The reason was simple: their leader, Priest Jucht, was gone.
He’d been sent as an envoy to Tübahn by the governor. He probably wouldn’t return, but even so, he was still their leader.
Without him, they couldn’t make any major decisions.
And if they were to appoint a new leader, things would get messy when Jucht came back.
So all they could do was wait forever for a leader who would never return.

Governor Aylia, clever as ever, seemed to sense something. She asked me, “Did something happen the night you met with Priest Jucht?”
But I had no obligation to tell her the truth. The target this time wasn’t Lüenheit—it was us, the Demon Lord’s army.
So I simply replied:

“We just talked about pigeons.” She looked suspicious, so I added, “He was a very human sort of person.”

“Well… yes, I suppose so…”

She looked even more puzzled.
Until the day I can tell her everything, this will have to do.

And just like that, the members of the Sonnenlicht Faith who held resentment against the Demon Lord’s army could no longer act as a unified group.
This is exactly what I was aiming for.
Sometimes, not killing your enemy can deal far greater damage, a lesson I’d once read in a novel in my previous life.

Even the people of Lüenheit, who had once been uneasy, felt relieved once they saw Priest Jucht had been sent out as an envoy.
In less than ten days, the battle outside the walls faded into memory, buried by daily life.
Just as planned.

As I sat in my office, basking in the satisfaction of a schemer’s success, I heard a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

The moment I replied, a tiny figure wearing a pointed hat appeared in the room.
My master.

“What the heck!? That was sudden!”
“I did knock, did I not?”

That only made it more surprising.

The great necromancer Gomoviroa, famed as the Great Sage, floated over to me.

“So I hear there was a little skirmish?”
“Just as reported.”

I’d sent a report via a dogfolk messenger right after the battle, so she must’ve already known about the destruction of Tübahn’s volunteer force.

“The Bonespear Corps I loaned took some losses.”

I had deployed all 2,000 skeleton soldiers to completely wipe out the 350 enemy infantry, so resistance had been fierce.
Even so, only about a hundred were lost. A testament to both their numbers and quality. Practically unscathed, really.
I’d hidden the rest in the western forest for use in the next defense.

Still, Master looked dissatisfied.

“Now I’ll have to spend all day creating replacements…”
“Isn’t that a fair trade? Not a single werewolf or dogfolk died thanks to them.”
“Those who don’t use necromancy are always saying such.”

With her childlike appearance, it just looked like she was pouting.

But I still had more to report.
I explained in detail how the battle had been a result of Priest Jucht’s plot, and how I had exiled him.

“I see. Sounds like something you’d do.”

She nodded with a pleased look.

“Sealing them off by removing their leader, did you? Bit of a roundabout method.”
“You’d do the same, wouldn’t you?”
“Well, true. But managing subordinates’ complaints is such a pain. It depends on the situation.”

She looked up at me thoughtfully.

“You know, you’re starting to think in a more human way than I do, and that’s coming from a human.”

She smirked at me. Don’t tell me she’s figured out that I have memories of a past life.
I wouldn’t mind confessing the truth to someone like her, someone who understands the secrets of life and death.
But then I’d have to explain the world I lived in before and I don’t think it’s time for that yet.

She kept staring at me for a moment longer, then shrugged lightly.

“Well, anyone trained by me is bound to pick up a bit of humanity.”
“R-right…”

She didn’t pursue it further and gave me a carefree smile instead.

“In any case, you’ve done a fine job defending the city. And your handling afterward was excellent as well.”
“Th-thank you.”
“So you can go and explain everything to the Demon Lord with confidence.”
“Eh?”

I stared blankly as the world around me warped, swirled, and disappeared.