Yamsa's resistance was useless.
Nirost simply used a rope to gag his mouth.
"Humph, are you mesmerized by my beauty?"
"But unfortunately, my first time will definitely be given to Lord Draco. It's no use even if you try to force me with death."
"That little girl Shalltear and that sow Albedo actually managed to get Lord Draco's favor."
"But I am definitely more charming than them. Don't you think so too?"
As she spoke, several tentacles continuously rubbed against Yamsa's body.
"Mmph, mmph!!"
"I am Nirost, the Special Intelligence Gathering Officer of the Great Tomb of Nazarick."
"I'm also known as the Torturer."
"It's rare for Lord Draco to assign me a task, so I must do a good job."
"Next... we'll be together for a very long time~"
"Mmph, mmph!!"
Yamsa shook his head frantically, his eyes filled with terror and pleading, tears already welling up.
Nirost took out a steel needle covered in barbs.
"If you cry over this little bit of pain, it's going to be very difficult later!"
As she spoke, she thrust the steel needle into the small hole of Yamsa's 'fifth limb'.
"Mmmph——!!!!"
For a long time after that, heart-wrenching screams like these would often echo through the Room of Truth... Three days later, in Clayman's castle.
Milim and Carrion were sitting there calmly drinking tea, while only Clayman had a dark expression on his face.
"My, my, the opponent this time is truly too strong. It's quite troublesome."
Milim looked at Carrion beside her. "Isn't that right, Carrion?"
"Yeah, it really is quite troublesome."
Carrion said nonchalantly, "The enemy commander belongs to a race we've never seen before. Even among the Insect Demons, I've never seen a form like his."
"Their combat techniques are also amazingly strong. Most importantly, those who didn't take action also looked very powerful."
Clayman narrowed his eyes slightly. "Is that why you two held back?"
"Hehe, how could that be?"
Milim had a pure smile on her face, as if she knew nothing at all.
Carrion also explained, "You saw the enemy's army for yourself. Whether we acted or not, the outcome would have been a loss."
"Clayman! You are also a Demon Lord. You should know clearly—if you were to face such an army of two hundred thousand, would you be certain of victory?"
"..."
Clayman was left speechless by the rebuttal.
Carrion gave him a meaningful look. "By the way, let me remind you: if the other side uses this as an excuse to invade your territory, you'd better be careful."
Milim was somewhat surprised. Since when had Carrion's verbal attacks become so sharp?
"..."
Clayman's brow furrowed deeply. He naturally understood the implications.
If such a thing really happened, with Kistav's remaining defensive forces, they wouldn't be able to withstand the enemy's assault at all.
Perhaps he would still have to rely on these two nominal allies in front of him.
Having realized this, he naturally didn't dare to lash out and returned to his previous state of 'having everything under control'.
"Hehe, thanks for the reminder. I'll keep it in mind."
"If that day truly comes, I assume you won't just stand by and watch me die."
Both of them were stunned at the same time.
"Haven't you received the news yet?" Milim asked in surprise.
"Know what?"
Clayman's brow furrowed, sensing that things were not simple.
"The invitation from the Duchy of Nazarick."
Milim took out a letter.
"Nazarick has officially been founded and is holding a grand Founding Festival."
"It seems that every power except for the Eastern Empire has received an invitation."
"Eh?! Clayman, you didn't receive one?"
Clayman's face turned ashen, and he slammed his hand on the table.
"Do you think anyone would invite an enemy nation to attend such a ceremony?"
"Uh..."
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Right then, a sudden knock came from the door.
A waiter came forward and handed over an invitation.
"Lord Clayman, someone just sent this over."
Clayman reached out in confusion, and after a quick glance, his anger flared to the heavens. "Who sent this!"
"I don't know. The guards outside didn't see him, and we didn't see his face either."
"Bastard!"
Clayman tore the invitation to shreds. "This is an insult!"
Milim blinked. "So, are you going?"
"Like hell I'm going!"
"My, my, don't be so angry, Clayman. Look how polite they were. It's better to make friends than enemies. Why don't you two just shake hands and make up?"
Milim consoled him.
"What peace is there to discuss with those despicable insects?"
Clayman said through gritted teeth, "I will kill them all, every last one!!"
"Oh my, so ferocious?"
Milim was startled. "If you're not going, then we'll go."
"What?!"
Clayman glared at the two in front of him with resentment, his eyes turning dark red and his body trembling violently.
"You... you're actually going to attend the founding ceremony of an enemy nation?! We have an agreement!"
Carrion glanced at him coldly.
"Clayman, you need to understand. The Artificial Demon Lord Plan has failed, which means our agreement is now void."
"There, there~ Clayman, don't be mad. You can keep calling me next time there's something fun to do."
Clayman's face grew more distorted, his chest heaving violently. Finally unable to restrain himself, he smashed his fist into the armrest of his chair.
"Crack!"
The wooden chair shattered instantly. He glared fiercely at the two, but ultimately did not lash out.
If they really fought, he would be the one at a disadvantage.
Thus, he could only watch resentfully as the two departed, cursing them in his heart.
Those two bastards, just you wait. I'll kill you sooner or later!
...Nazarick Duchy.
Inside the city, everyone was busy preparing for the celebration seven days later.
The soldiers patrolling the city walls were also excitedly discussing the festival.
Banners, colorful flags, and lanterns began to be hung in the streets, along with countless floral decorations.
Not only was the atmosphere in the city heated, but the Great Tomb of Nazarick was also being decorated.
Since many Domain Guardians could not leave the Great Tomb, the massive arena on the Sixth Floor became the venue for the celebration.
The venue was large enough to accommodate all the members of Nazarick for the celebration.
Unlike the bustle outside, the meeting room on the Tenth Floor was extremely quiet.
This was originally where the Supreme Beings held their meetings, a special room that no one else could reach.
At this moment, Draco was holding a pair of white gloves, absorbing the experience points within them.
As a massive amount of experience points flooded into his body, his level began to soar rapidly.
Finally... [Conditions met, level increasing from Lv99 to Lv100...]
... (Divider)
Extra Chapter 2.
Happy birthday, Lazy Forgetful Meow!
Maku Maku
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