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.

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

nostalgia wash over him as he gazed at the familiar

had missed

lips curled

all caught on to my

their gazes fixed

"Demon King."

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

long silver hair. Surrounding her body

took over the previous pressure emitted by the thousands of elves and

no reaction to

Jezebeth smiled. It had

over his chest, Jezebeth elegantly bowed his

you again, Protector of the Seat of Patience…

exposing his

missed the two of

Jezebeth from above. Their gazes were still, and

demeanor slowly shift as

raised her hand and

"Attack."

let go of their bows, and over a

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

was strong enough to distort the space in front of them, and it wasn't long before they

hand, the arrows came to a

"Now... now..."

in the air as his hand

isn't that bad of an attempt, to

glow similar to the two figures above surfaced within his hand as the

"Now…"

all the arrows turned, and his head cocked to the side. With his eyes on the two protectors, a light breeze brushed

faces of the

of your forces while all you can do is

Snap―!

just a

snap was all it

arrows disappeared from the spot, and red rained across the

felt like this… I guess I

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

of blood that

Cra― Crack!

behind him distorted, and several portals

very air

demons emerged, each releasing an incredible aura that

Jezebeth, their heads bowed in deference to

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

as his gaze continued to

and staffs drawn. They formed

is how it should

long before he was faced with a number that was drastically above the one from

and as he opened his mouth, he directed his voice toward

anyone that puts resistance. Take in those that are

eagerly obeyed. With a fierce battle cry, they charged toward the elven army, their demonic power unleashed in a fury of fire and

next few weeks, I

appearing right before the two Protectors. His gaze fell on the woman wearing the silver armor, and

was someone he'd never

was it? ...An unwanted Parasite?

a smirk forming