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Time had passed since Sieg’s grandson, Yumil, ascended to the throne.
Humanity had somehow recovered from a great war, and many nations had emerged.
Among them, the Kingdom of Tubant boasted the world’s strongest military force, yet it remained remarkably inactive, maintaining peace.
Other nations also took extreme care not to provoke the Kingdom of Tubant.
This was due to the respect and awe felt for the hero Marius and what he had built.
However, this also began to fade with the passage of years, and finally, an enemy nation with ambitions towards the Kingdom of Tubant appeared.
“…It’s the first time the Kingdom of Tubant has been attacked, isn’t it?”
Nergal, who was murmuring this, floated above the royal palace.
Though she appeared to be about twenty years old with her beautiful growth, she had lived longer than anyone in the palace.
“Yes. What should we do?”
Beside her, confirming her will, was Demon Lord Zofi.
She was one of the veterans who had served the kingdom since she was born.
For the residents of the Kingdom of Tubant, Demon Lords were not terrifying enemies, but a force that protected their lives.
“Of course, we will crush them. I will annihilate anyone who dares to harm the country my father built, leaving no trace behind.”
Her expression and tone were calm, but her words were radical.
“As you command.”
Zofi did not object.
Even with her growth, Nergal’s fundamental nature, her deep affection for her father, had not changed at all.
Nergal descended into the King’s study in the royal palace.
“Lady Nergal.”
Upon seeing her, King Yumil stopped what he was doing.
To Yumil, she was his grandfather’s sister and the kingdom’s strongest fighting force.
Like many men, she was also his first love.
“Yumil. I will crush the Babel Empire. Give me permission.”
Nergal spoke in a commanding tone.
This was an act that was only permissible because it was her.
Yet, even she could not act arbitrarily without the King’s permission.
She faithfully adhered to the rules Marius had established.
“But… may I really ask Lady Nergal to do this…?”
Yumil’s hesitation stemmed from the question of whether it was appropriate to deploy an exceptional force like Nergal for an issue between nations.
“That’s absurd. If I don’t intervene, there will be casualties. Are you suggesting that you would allow harm to come to your people?”
“…It is also the King’s duty to order soldiers to die.”
Yumil argued, albeit with reluctant compliance.
The ambient temperature around Nergal rapidly began to drop.
“Choosing not to use a means to avoid casualties is not mere laziness, but utter foolishness… This country does not need a foolish king. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes.”
Yumil suppressed his fear and replied in a trembling voice.
She had stated that a foolish king would be eliminated.
If Nergal willed it, no one could stop her.
Yumil was acutely aware of this.
“I’ll say it one more time. Issue the order. Annihilate the Babel Empire.”
“B-but don’t the people have committed no sin?”
Though on the verge of succumbing to Nergal’s pressure, Yumil still did not agree.
He would not condone the death of innocent commoners caught in the crossfire.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
(This is bad, I’m going to die.)
Yumil made up his mind.
Avoiding unnecessary casualties was his principle.
He would not back down, intending to see it through.
“… You’re quite like Uncle Sieg in that regard.”
As Nergal’s voice, tinged with nostalgia, echoed, the pressure vanished.
Yumil was profoundly relieved that the imminent crisis had passed.
While he had been prepared for death, he was naturally happier not to die.
“I will spare you, by virtue of the conviction and mettle inherited from Uncle Sieg, and allow you to merely annihilate the Babel Empire’s forces.”
“Th-thank you.”
Yumil expressed his gratitude for Nergal’s concession.
From the perspective of a nation’s king and its strongest fighting force, their exchange might seem strange.
However, to them, this was normal.
“Then, please annihilation the enemy’s forces.”
“Understood. I’ll be back soon.”
Nergal said, and then departed.
Yumil thought that such terrifying words would indeed prove to be true.
Once outside, Nergal summoned her subordinates.
“I will go. Until then, focus on defense.”
“Yes!”
Those summoned were Demon Lord Zofi, Demon Lord Albirea, Demon Lord Omicron, and Demon Lord Sulafat.
Each of them commanded their own legions.
Their primary role was to defend the kingdom in Nergal’s absence.
Considering the presence of multiple demons within each of their legions, this was an excessive amount of power.
The Kingdom of Tubant never attempted to invade other nations, so the true extent of this unusual military might was little known.
Perhaps the only known fact was that Nergal alone was stronger than all of this combined force.
“Have a safe trip.”
It was Demon Nergal who spoke to Nergal.
She was an ancient existence who had served Nergal’s father since before she was born.
“Yes. While I am gone, you will be in command, El.”
“Understood, Lady Nergal.”
Despite being a mere demon, El was particularly trusted by Nergal.
She did not boast of this.
She simply smiled with confidence.
After Nergal departed, the Demon Lords began to confer.
“How long do you think Lady Nergal will be gone?”
“Fifteen seconds should be enough, right? A few seconds to engage, a few seconds to defeat the enemy, and a few seconds to return.”
Everyone except El agreed with Demon Lord Albirea’s assessment.
Even so, they remained alert to maintain their protective duties, showcasing Nergal’s formidable presence and the vigilance she inspired.
“What is it, El? You don’t agree?”
Zofi asked, and El nodded.
“Yes. The Babel Empire has mobilized a force of five hundred thousand soldiers, I hear. Even for Lady Nergal, it would likely take about twenty seconds to annihilate them all and return.”
“I see. A futile effort then.”
Demon Lord Omicron scoffed.
Numbers meant nothing before Nergal.
It was like an army of ants being powerless before a great flood.
“I’m back.”
As expected, Nergal returned in less than a minute.
“As expected, Lady Nergal.”
She snorted at Zofi’s flattery.
“If I were to annihilate the Babel Empire itself, it would have taken a little longer. I merely crushed their army.”
Nergal stated matter-of-factly.
She was known as the “Guardian Deity of the Kingdom of Tubant.”
As long as she was there, the kingdom would be safe.
“Humans are foolish, aren’t they? To draw their swords against Lady Nergal.”
Demon Lord Omicron laughed.
“Humans are foolish. Except for my father.”
Nergal’s tone turned cold.
“Of c-course.”
Omicron corrected himself desperately.
To speak ill of her father, Marius, in her presence was the ultimate act of folly.
It was as certain as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west that one would regret being born.
Veterans like Zofi and El looked at him with cold eyes, thinking, “What a fool.”
“I will protect this country. The one my father built. I will not let anyone interfere.”
She murmured with conviction, gazing at the sky.
