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.

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

of nostalgia wash over him as he gazed

had missed

crowd, his lips curled

you all caught

elves remained silent, their

"Demon King."

open. An elderly female figure walked

one was rather handsome, with crystal-clear blue eyes and long silver hair. Surrounding her body was a silver armor

the previous pressure emitted by the thousands

that Jezebeth showed no reaction to the pressure he was subjected

the two, Jezebeth smiled. It had been a long

hand over his chest, Jezebeth elegantly bowed

again, Protector of

his head, he grinned, exposing his pearly white teeth,

of you

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

that, one could feel their demeanor slowly shift as

elderly elf raised her hand

"Attack."

Swoosh―! Heeding her words, the elves surrounding Jezebeth all let go of their bows, and over a thousand different arrows shot in his

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

enough to distort the space in front of them, and it

arrows came to

"Now... now..."

never left the two figures in the air as his hand gently moved, and the

bad of an attempt,

surfaced within his hand as the arrows that were pointing at him

"Now…"

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

his body, the faces of the two protectors

forces while all

Snap―!

just

snap was all

disappeared from the spot, and

I've felt like this…

and letting himself get basked in the red, Jezebeth

blood that

Cra― Crack!

his hand, the world behind him distorted, and several

very air around them seemed to be infused with

emerged, each releasing an incredible

Jezebeth, their heads bowed

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

to their words as his gaze continued to lock

out of the trees, bows, and staffs drawn. They formed

how it should

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

after their death made his blood boil, and as he

puts resistance. Take in those

arms, and the demons eagerly obeyed. With a fierce battle cry, they charged toward the elven army, their

few weeks,

His gaze fell on the woman wearing the silver armor, and he happily

someone

to in this universe, was it? ...An unwanted

head, a smirk