The Author's POV

"What are you doing over here?"

Emma's voice was laced with a hint of confusion as she looked at me standing at her doorstep.

I knew it was a strange move on my part, showing up unannounced at her house, but I had my reasons. I peeked through the door and pointed towards the interior, hoping she wouldn't turn me away.

"May I come in?"

The strangeness in Emma's expression became more prominent, but after thinking for a while, she stepped to the side, letting me in.

"Well, sure, I guess. It's not like I can stop you anyways."

"Thanks."

I grinned, relieved that things were flowing more smoothly than I had expected.

As I stepped into her living room, I took in the surroundings. The hall was cozy, with warm lighting and a plush sofa. But my eyes were drawn to the tall chandelier hanging from the ceiling, sparkling in the soft light.

For a moment, I thought that I felt something. I was sure of it.

I must have been staring at it for too long because Emma's voice broke through my thoughts.

"So, care to tell me why you're here?"

Clank!

She closed the door behind her and crossed her arms.

"I'm just…" I paused, looking around the place until my eyes fell on the chandelier once again. Sensing something, I smiled. "…you can say that I'm here to meet your father."

"My dad?"

Emma's eyes widened in surprise.

"Do you have an appointment with him or something?"

"Well… You can say so, I guess."

I didn't have an appointment with him, but I had a feeling that he would be willing to meet with me.

Emma's expression was a mix of confusion and curiosity, and she tightened her robe around her waist, a sign that she was becoming more guarded.

"That makes sense."

She muttered, looking around the room as if trying to spot her father.

"I'm not sure where he is now, so I guess you can wa―"

"There's no need for that."

I cut Emma off, and she looked at me with a confused expression.

"Huh?"

Once again, my gaze drifted toward the chandelier, and I smiled.

"There's no need for me to wait. He's already here."

***

"Huaaa..."

Jezebeth's chest heaved up the moment he stepped into the planet. The fresh air of the world filled his lungs, and a smile spread across his features as he took in the vast vegetation that surrounded him.

"Hm?"

His breath caught in his throat as he looked around him, taking in the thousands of elves that were gathered, their bows drawn and exuding an incredible pressure that upset the air around them and caused them to distort.

"Haha."

Jezebeth recognized them immediately.

of the elves―those that hadn't gone to earth―with their job to guard over the demon world that connected to

wash over him as he gazed

missed them

the crowd, his lips curled ever

you all

remained silent, their gazes

"Demon King."

open. An elderly female figure walked out from the void,

Surrounding her body was a

over the previous pressure

showed no reaction to the pressure he

at the two, Jezebeth smiled. It had been a long

hand over his chest, Jezebeth elegantly bowed

Protector of the Seat of Patience… Protector of the

his head, he grinned, exposing his pearly

missed the two of you so… so

elves stared at Jezebeth from above. Their gazes were still, and there was

spite of that, one could feel their demeanor slowly shift as a white

her hand and brought

"Attack."

elves surrounding Jezebeth all let go of their bows, and over a thousand

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the space in front of them, and it wasn't long before they all appeared before Jezebeth, who remained calm despite

the arrows came

"Now... now..."

gaze never left the two figures in the air as his

isn't that bad of an attempt, to be

his hand as the arrows that were pointing at

"Now…"

a satisfied smile when all the arrows turned, and his head cocked to the side. With his eyes on the two protectors, a light breeze brushed past him, scattering his hair

surfacing his body, the faces of the two protectors changed, but

of your forces while all you can do

Snap―!

just

was

that moment, the arrows disappeared from the spot, and red rained

been many years since I've felt like

get basked in the

the smell of blood that

Cra― Crack!

the world behind him

twisted, and the very air around

demons emerged, each releasing an

Jezebeth, their heads bowed in deference to

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

paid no mind to their words as his gaze continued

bows, and staffs drawn. They formed a formidable line, determined

this is how

before he was faced with a number that was drastically above the one from before, and a gradual smile formed on his face as he took in the

blood boil, and as he opened his mouth, he directed his voice

in those that are

a fierce battle cry, they charged toward the elven army, their

next few weeks,

the last words he said before appearing right before the two Protectors. His

someone he'd never

it? ...An

his head, a smirk forming