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.

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

a wave of nostalgia wash over him as he

missed them

his lips

looks like you all caught on

remained silent, their

"Demon King."

the space distorted open. An elderly female figure walked out from the void, followed by a younger female elven

silver hair. Surrounding her body was a silver armor that shone under the sun that

the two instantly took over the previous pressure emitted by the thousands of elves and focused it on

was a pity that Jezebeth showed no reaction to

had been a long

chest,

meet you again, Protector of the Seat of Patience… Protector of the

grinned, exposing his pearly

of you so… so

stared at Jezebeth from above. Their gazes were still, and there was no apparent

shift as a white glow started

her hand and brought

"Attack."

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

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

of them, and

hand, the arrows came to a

"Now... now..."

left the two figures in the air as his hand gently

that bad of

surfaced within his hand as the arrows that

"Now…"

let out a satisfied smile when all the arrows turned, and his head cocked to the side. With his eyes on the two protectors, a

his body, the faces of the two protectors changed,

exterminate all of your forces while all you can

Snap―!

was just a

was all

spot, and red rained across the plain,

many years since I've felt

hand and letting himself get basked in the red, Jezebeth took another deep

the smell of blood that lingered over the

Cra― Crack!

his hand, the world behind him distorted, and

very air around them seemed to be infused

an incredible aura

knelt before Jezebeth, their heads

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

paid no mind to their words as his gaze continued to lock toward the Protectors

more and more elves appeared from out of the trees, bows, and staffs drawn. They formed a formidable line, determined to protect themselves

is how it should

that was drastically above the one from before, and

blood boil, and as he

in those that

cry, they charged toward the

next few weeks, I

two Protectors. His gaze fell on

was someone he'd never

does not belong to in this universe, was it? ...An unwanted Parasite? Their existence is a threat

his head, a