'...What was that?'
...It felt like I'd had a dream about something nostalgic.
It seemed like it was something that happened decades ago, back when I was with Elder Gran... but I couldn't remember it clearly.
Well, dreams usually slip away once you wake up.
'Hm... no.'
It felt like I might remember something if I forced myself to, but I had a strange sense that it would be better not to dig into old memories, so I let it go.
I might not have much luck, but I was usually right about little instincts like that.
'I should get ready and head out.'
So I shoved the dream aside and was doing a light stretch to wake myself up when—
Boom!
—my bedroom door exploded.
And not just exploded a little, either. It was blown so completely to pieces that dust was flying everywhere.
...This wasn't that 'bright and wholesome world,' so why did this kind of thing still happen at least once a week...?
This wasn't a battlefield. This was hell.
"..."
"Hey, Hairo! Get out here, quick! This is bad!!"
While I was still frozen for a moment, a small shadow appeared where my door used to be.
The owner of that shadow was the very subordinate who had turned my door into a rag.
A little brat whose only real passion in life was snacks.
"...Hey—no matter how urgent it is, how is blowing up someone's door supposed to be acceptable?!"
'I don't care if he's technically higher ranked than me, does that mean he gets to treat me like this?'
I'd been nice enough to treat him like a little brother...
Do you even know how much I've spent on snacks for you?
Thinking that, I was about to finally give him a proper scolding for once, but my subordinate shouted again.
"That is not the important part right now!"
He stamped his feet out of habit, using his whole body to show that something terrible had happened.
"...Tch. What now? Even when something big happens, Lady Blanc usually solves it anyway—"
"It's something even Lady Blanc can't handle! Anyway! Hurry and get to Lady Blanc's room!"
*
"...What the hell happened?"
Honestly, I'd been planning to use this chance to hammer some common sense into him, but his face looked so terrified that I got ready as fast as I could and headed for Blanc's room.
He was so frightened he couldn't even explain what had him in such a panic.
'If a Devil Lord is scared enough to look like that, then this really is serious...'
In that case...
'Did Jonne and Viole form an alliance or something? Or did an all-out war already break out?'
I needed to assume the worst, but there were so many possible worst-case scenarios that I couldn't even narrow it down.
There were just too many dangerous possibilities...
"...I can't even begin to guess what kind of mess this i—?!”
Just as I was thinking that, like last time, I was definitely about to get saddled with some annoying problem, I felt a certain presence.
Directly above my head. A strange, bizarre aura was rippling in the sky over the main gate of the white castle.
'......'
I slowly raised my head toward the place where that presence had gathered, and then—
"......"
I froze stiff as stone.
Because—
'Demon Lord.'
I saw a Demon Lord wearing the guise of a man.
The very Demon Lord I had never, ever wanted to meet.
'—Why is he here...?'
I couldn't help asking myself that.
Because the man in the air was the most dangerous person—no, the most dangerous demon—I knew.
Flame-red hair, ruby eyes, the overwhelming charisma that only true monsters among the strong could radiate, and that relaxed yet savage smile.
There was no mistake.
It was him.
Above heaven and below heaven, he alone stood supreme.
The strongest Demon Lord, the king of the red-aligned demons—Guy Crimson.
At the same time, the absolute ruler of the current world, also known as the Primordial Demon [Rouge].
And that monster had suddenly appeared right in front of me.
"......"
Ah... I'm screwed...
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