...What was that?
...It felt as though I had just had some strangely nostalgic dream.
I think it was something that happened decades ago, when I was with Elder Gran... but I could not remember it clearly.
Dreams tended to fade once you woke up, after all.
Hmm... no.
If I forced myself to remember, something might come back to me. But I felt that leaving it as an old memory was for the best, so I simply let it go.
Even if I could not predict good fortune, my intuition about little things like this tended to be right.
I should get ready and head out.
So, putting the dream out of my mind, I was doing some light stretches to wake myself up when—
Boom!
The unfortunate incident of my bedroom door exploding occurred.
And it had not merely exploded. It had been utterly pulverized, enough for dust to scatter everywhere.
...This was not even that "bright and wholesome world," so why did something like this happen once a week...?
This was Hell, not a battlefield.
"..."
"Hey, Hairo! Get out here, quick! We've got a huge problem!!"
While I stood there dazed for a moment, a small silhouette appeared where the door had been.
The owner of that silhouette was the retainer who had turned my door into a pile of rags.
A little brat who only cared about snacks.
"...Hey... No matter how urgent it is, how could you blow up my bedroom door?!"
Even if he outranks me, does that mean he can just treat me however he wants?
I had treated him like a little brother, and this was how he repaid me...
Do you have any idea how much I had spent on snacks for him?
Thinking that, I was about to give him a piece of my mind for the first time in a while, when the retainer shouted again.
"That's not what's important right now!"
Stomping his feet out of habit, he showed with his entire body just how serious the situation was.
"...Tch, what is it this time that's got you so worked up? Even if it's a big problem, Lady Blanc usually takes care of most of it—"
"It's something even Lady Blanc can't handle! Anyway! Hurry to Lady Blanc's room!"
**
"...What on earth happened?"
Honestly, I had planned to take this chance to knock some common sense into him. But his expression was so terrified that I got ready as quickly as possible and headed for Blanc's room.
He was so frightened that he could not even explain what had him in such a panic.
If a Demon Duke was frightened enough to look like that, then it definitely was a serious matter...
In that case...
Did Jonne and Viole form an alliance? Or has an all-out war already broken out?
I needed to prepare for the worst, but there were so many possible worst-case scenarios that I could not get a handle on it.
There were simply too many dangers...
"...I can't figure out what's going on—?"
Just as I was thinking that, like last time, I was surely about to be saddled with another bothersome task, I sensed something.
Directly overhead. An unusual, eerie presence churned in the sky above the main gate of the white castle.
...
Slowly raising my head toward the place where that presence had gathered, I—
"..."
—froze solid like a stone.
The reason was—
Demon Lord.
I saw a Demon Lord wearing the guise of a man.
That Demon Lord—the one I never wanted to meet.
—Why is he here...?
I could not help asking myself that.
After all, the man in the sky was the most dangerous person—no, demon—I knew.
Flame-red hair, ruby-colored eyes, the overwhelming charisma that only the strong possessed, and even that relaxed yet ferocious smile.
Without a doubt, it was the demon I knew.
Above heaven and below heaven, I alone am supreme.
The strongest Demon Lord and king of the red demons, Guy Crimson.
At the same time, the absolute ruler of the current world, also known as the Primordial Demon [Rouge (Red)].
That monster had suddenly appeared before my eyes.
"..."
Ah... I'm screwed...
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