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.

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

a wave of nostalgia wash over him as he gazed at the

missed them

lips curled ever

like you all caught on

elves remained silent, their gazes fixed

"Demon King."

an ancient voice spread across the world, and the space distorted open. An elderly female

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

pressure emitted by the

showed no reaction to the pressure

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

his chest, Jezebeth elegantly

an honor to meet you again, Protector of the

head, he grinned, exposing his pearly white

missed the two of you

elves stared at Jezebeth from above.

demeanor slowly shift as a white glow

elderly elf raised her hand

"Attack."

go of their bows, and over a thousand different arrows shot in his

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

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

his hand, the arrows came

"Now... now..."

gaze never left the two figures in the air as his

of an attempt, to

above surfaced within his hand as the arrows that were pointing

"Now…"

arrows turned, and his head cocked to the side.

his body, the faces of the two protectors changed,

exterminate all of your forces while

Snap―!

was just a

snap was all it

arrows disappeared from the spot, and red rained across

I've felt like this… I guess

himself get basked in

the smell of blood that lingered over the

Cra― Crack!

hand, the world behind him distorted, and several portals

were black and twisted, and the very air around them seemed to be infused with

releasing an

Jezebeth, their heads bowed in deference

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

their words as his

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

is how

above the one from before, and a gradual smile formed on

death made his blood boil, and as he opened

puts resistance. Take in those that are willing

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

few weeks, I want this place

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

was someone

belong to in this universe, was it? ...An unwanted Parasite? Their existence is a

head, a smirk forming