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.

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

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

missed them

lips

all caught on to my

remained silent, their gazes fixed

"Demon King."

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

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

pressure emitted by the thousands of elves and focused

showed no reaction to

Jezebeth smiled. It had been a long time.

his chest, Jezebeth

an honor to meet you again, Protector of the

grinned, exposing his pearly

the two of you

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

one could feel their demeanor slowly shift as a white glow started to surface from within

her hand

"Attack."

the elves surrounding Jezebeth all let go of their

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

them, and it

hand, the arrows came to a

"Now... now..."

figures in the air as

isn't that bad of an attempt,

his hand as the arrows

"Now…"

the side. With his eyes on the two protectors, a light breeze brushed past him,

body, the faces of the two

all of your forces

Snap―!

just

snap was all it

that moment, the arrows disappeared from the spot, and red

years since I've felt like

hand and letting himself get basked in

of blood

Cra― Crack!

hand, the world behind him

the very air around them seemed to be infused with demonic

several demons emerged, each releasing an incredible aura that filled

demons knelt before Jezebeth, their heads bowed in deference

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

"We greet his majesty."

their words as his gaze continued to lock toward the

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

is how it

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

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

in those that are willing

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

weeks, I

Protectors. His gaze fell on the woman wearing

was someone he'd

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

head, a smirk forming on his