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 elves―those that hadn't gone to earth―with their job to guard over

a wave of nostalgia wash over him as he

missed them

the crowd, his lips

like you all caught

elves remained silent, their

"Demon King."

space distorted open. An elderly female figure

and long silver hair. Surrounding her body

pressure emitted by the thousands

showed no reaction to the pressure he

smiled. It had been a

over his chest, Jezebeth elegantly

Protector of the Seat of Patience…

he grinned, exposing his pearly

of you so… so

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

could feel their demeanor slowly shift as a white glow

raised her hand and

"Attack."

words, the elves surrounding Jezebeth all let go of their bows,

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

front of them, and it wasn't long before they

the arrows came to a sudden

"Now... now..."

as his hand gently moved, and

that bad of

figures above surfaced within his hand as the arrows

"Now…"

head cocked to the side. With his eyes on the two

body, the faces of the two protectors changed, but it was already

of your forces while all you can do

Snap―!

just

snap was all it

the spot, and red rained

felt like this…

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

relished the smell of blood that lingered

Cra― Crack!

the world behind him distorted, and several portals appeared

air around them seemed to be infused with demonic

the portals, several demons emerged, each releasing an incredible aura that filled the air with

their heads bowed in deference to

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

mind to their words as his gaze continued to lock toward the

staffs drawn. They formed

is how it should

with a number that was drastically above the one from before, and

death made his blood boil, and as he opened his mouth, he directed his voice toward the demons behind

anyone that puts resistance. Take in those that are willing

cry,

the next few weeks, I

last words he said before appearing right before the two Protectors. His gaze fell on the woman wearing the silver

someone he'd

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

nodded his head, a smirk forming on his