Volume 6 Chapter 77 Klock’s Return
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Cianie! You… you came!!”
Klock had been frozen, Elna limp in his arms, as a figure descended like an angel through the apocalyptic sky. His childhood friend, the hero, the chosen vessel—Cianie had appeared in their darkest moment.
”Elna! We’re saved! We’re actually saved!!”
He’d just steeled himself to die. Now he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Elna was too weak to answer, her face pale from blood loss.
”Hang on. She’s insane at healing too. You’ll be fine.”
He pushed himself upright, desperate to get her attention—
—and that’s when the “dead” monster twitched.
A shriek tore the air. The wolf’s severed head, and nothing else, hurled itself toward him.
”Wait—”
Biggest mistake of his life: assuming it was over. He froze. Too late.
The jaws lunged—
”—O Lord who reigns in the underworld—”
The words rolled like a hymn, calm and serene.
A habit fluttered.
”Grant us strength to cast aside evil. Cut away temptation. Glory be to Goddess Teekua—”
Small frame. Towering presence. Oriana.
She charged, fist cocked back.
Boom.
Her punch landed like divine judgment, shattering the wolf’s skull into bloody fragments.
”…Holy crap.”
Even the hostess’s iron fists had never done that. The monster’s legendary toughness meant nothing—Oriana just erased it in one blow.
”Are you alright?” she asked, turning to him, brown hair swaying. And of course, her chest moved like its own gravitational force. Klock almost wanted to apply for a full-time job holding it up.
”Yeah. I’m Klock. Thanks for the save. Uh… something wrong?”
”N-no, just… it’s really you…”
* * *
When that hand stretched down from the golden sky, Klock couldn’t even describe how it felt.
If things got that bad, he knew exactly who was most reliable. He just hadn’t expected her. Not because he’d forgotten her, but because some part of him hadn’t thought of asking for her help. Which now… yeah, felt a little rotten.
She’d been his childhood friend. Daughter of a noble house in the next territory over. Not dull enough to be called plain, not flashy enough to be scandalous. Her personality? A tangled mess. A girl who’d hide behind him if a stray dog barked too loud.
Back then she had no confidence. He knew now it was because of her family—thrown out as an adopted daughter, raised again only as a political pawn. Always starved for love, terrified of being abandoned.
They’d dated once. Normal at first. But once they became a couple, she got intense—always wanting their relationship solidified in some way, clinging whenever she felt the tiniest anxiety. They jumped into bed early. After that, every time they met, it was inevitable. Even dumb teen Klock had kind of realized it made her feel secure.
She wanted something tangible. A symbol. Gifts, promises, marriage—anything she could cling to.
To be blunt, she was the type who turned her messy upbringing into a messy personality. Self-absorbed, exhausting, always dragging her guy around.
”Klock. I’m so glad you’re safe—”
And now? The world’s savior descended on wings of light.
People said people changed, but this was ridiculous. His childhood friend, dropping from the heavens like an angel. They used to run side by side, and now it felt like she’d lapped him a hundred times over.
He wanted to say it. Thank you. You saved me. But the words stuck. She was too overwhelming. Before he could figure it out, she was in his arms.
Cianie pressed into his chest, face hidden. Not a hero in that moment—just the same girl, clinging to him.
”…Sorry, Cianie. And… thanks.”
She shook her head. “No. I’m the one who’s sorry. I regret it so much… I should’ve embedded myself inside you. That way no one could ever take me away again. I’d protect you no matter what.”
”…The hell did you just say?”
The touching mood shattered like glass. She leaned closer, eyes blazing.
”Klock. I know it’s sudden, but let me curse you right now. Just a little. I want to carve myself into your soul. You need rest, I know, but if I don’t do it immediately I’ll—I’ll just drown in the anxiety—”
”Wait, WHAT?! I was having this whole emotional moment, and—no, no, no! Bad idea! What the hell kind of yandere proposal is that?! Stop—dammit, you never listen, do you?!”
So yeah. Their reunion wasn’t exactly a fairytale. But Klock finally realized—Cianie wasn’t the same girl anymore. He’d have to face her properly this time. Or… at least try.
* * *
”Klock. The Hero’s done inside.”
”Riko? Thanks.”
It was midday. Klock was sprawled on the levee when the black-haired dog girl padded over. Her skirt swished as she leaned down, giving him an eyeful.
”…What’s with the fancy underwear? Found a guy you’re trying to impress?”
Her ears flicked. “Th-that’s none of your business! You’ve got a girlfriend, don’t you? If you’ve come back alive, then I get to look for a boyfriend too!”
The Rizan villagers were still holed up in Boorinel, their trip winding down now that the bazaar was over. Riko seemed determined to score before they left. Klock waved her off, but her gaze stuck like burrs.
Then—ambush.
”Klock, play!”
”Playyy!”
”Play with us!”
”Nowww!”
The rabbit girls. Tiny, hyper, eternally childlike. But, technically, adults. They swarmed him, blocking the road, smelling faintly of… was that daikon?
”You lot haven’t changed a bit. Go find boyfriends already.”
”Nope.”
”Don’t have any.”
”No kin around.”
”Humans work too.”
They linked hands in a circle, trapping him. Klock broke through the “bunny prison” and trudged on.
Rabbit beastkin had their own baggage—most of their kin lived far south on the Beast Continent. Which explained the “humans are fine” bit. Biology was weird like that.
Even after he shook them, they bounced after him—until sharp eyes and sharper ears cut them down. The second the bunnies spotted her, they bolted.
”The Wolf Princess… been a while.”
Her hair, black-and-white streaks, swayed with her tail. Shorts and a frilly shirt—way girlier than the feral image he’d had of her. First time seeing her clothed, actually. Since the Bastili Hundred Pits. She crossed her arms, posture rigid, like a watchdog.
”Stories later. The Hero waits inside.”
She flicked her hand toward the hall. Klock figured she was standing guard. She respected heroes in her own way—fierce, uncompromising. Saying so out loud would probably get him bit. He just raised a hand in acknowledgment and slipped past.
”…Yo.”
”Klock.”
The hall was nearly empty. Four long tables formed a square—where the beastkin leaders had just been meeting. Now only Cianie remained, sitting quietly. Her silver-gray hair shimmered, sapphire eyes fixed on him. She looked tired. Politics wasn’t her comfort zone.
”Judging by your face, Elna and Lona got pardoned, huh.”
”Of course! Otherwise I’d have frozen this whole town solid!”
”Hero said forgive them, and no one argued,” another voice chimed.
The Black Cat Princess, Lona, stood beside Meina, the golden catgirl.
”Klock already reconciled with Elna. She fought with her life to protect him. So I told them: if Klock forgives her, then so do we. Nobody objected.”
Cianie explained. The meeting had been an emergency summit—beastkin leaders from across the continent. The Emperor of the Hundred Beasts was missing, Irina had surrendered, and so the rebellion had succeeded. Through Cattleya of the harpies, they’d hashed out the country’s future.
As of today, this wasn’t the cats’ kingdom anymore.
Klock had been invited, but stayed outside. This was Cianie’s war, her victory. Elna’s fate had been left in her hands.
”Not like Elna did much herself. Easier to pardon her that way.”
”Cattleya looked a little annoyed, though,” Cianie admitted.
Naturally. When a dynasty falls, the royals usually pay the price. But Cianie’s word overrode everything. Who would defy the Heroine who literally descended from heaven?
With her protection, even the Emperor might be spared someday. But Elna’s mother was still missing. Other relatives too. Cleaning this up would take time.
”Harpies are sharp,” Klock muttered. “Bet Cattleya’s playing her own game. Acting like she’s dissatisfied, so the discontented flock to her. That way she knows exactly who’s unhappy.”
”…So she’s drawing out opposition on purpose? But why?”
Because harpies weren’t dumb. They’d seen Cianie’s power firsthand, and they’d never turn against her. Better to secure her favor, secure their species’ prosperity. By setting themselves apart as the Heroine’s closest allies, they’d grab the best spot at the table.
”She wants to be the right hand. Hell, maybe she’s aiming higher—next Emperor of the Hundred Beasts.”
”What?!”
Lona practically launched out of her chair. She and Klock had never exactly been buddies, but she reacted like a kid hearing gossip. Unlike her sister, Lona lived off pure emotion.
”Look at her moves so far—turning her land into rebel HQ, playing mediator, front-lining her loyalty to you. It’s all buildup. She’s making herself look like the most indispensable ally.”
”So what? I don’t really care who ends up king of the Beast Country. If you want the crown, go for it. If Klock doesn’t like it, I’ll stop you.”
”Nah. I’ve got a plan. Just leave that part to me.”
Sure, the harpies had the best odds of taking the throne. But Klock knew plenty of others would resent it. That kind of resentment was exactly the kindling for another war. And when the sparks flew, it’d be Cianie stuck in the middle, because whoever had her backing was guaranteed to win.
He wasn’t about to let her get dragged into that kind of pointless squabble. His job was simple: shield Cianie from the fallout.
”What do you even mean, ‘leave it to me’? No one besides Mother could ever unify the Beastkin. Unless we’re talking some legendary hero, none of them have the kind of record that’d convince the rest.”
Beastkin followed strength—it was in their bones. She wasn’t wrong. But she also hadn’t been keeping up with the latest chaos.
”Speaking of, we never decided what to do with Lona. I was thinking… stew.”
”…Huh?”
The air froze. Three sets of eyes swiveled toward the so-called Hero.
”I heard she treated Klock pretty badly.”
”Eh?! N-no, no, Hero! I swear I didn’t do anything!”
The black-haired cat princess—ex-princess—panicked instantly. Flailing, tail bristling.
Cianie’s voice stayed flat, her expression unreadable. It was hard to tell if she was serious. Maybe that was the point.
”She only ever stole my food or pulled dumb pranks. Forgive her already.” Klock waved it off. (Never mind the ice spears incident—probably better left unsaid.) From what Cianie knew, Lona had just been dragged along by her sister. Nothing major.
”I see. So she was mean.”
”Wh—?!”
Cianie’s golden eyes slid sideways, locking on the catgirl. Lona squeaked, tail curling between her legs as she stumbled backward.
”How dare you treat my man so cruelly. I’ll tell Cattleya to prepare a special dish tonight. A pot big enough to fit a little girl.”
The divine gaze bore down on her.
”NOOOOOO!!”
Lona shrieked like a banshee and bolted. She didn’t even remember she could fly—her feet carried her out the window and down the street at full tilt.
Beastkin reflexes. When they ran, they ran. Even Elna, who relied on magic, couldn’t match that kind of speed.
”Wow… Lady Lona runs really fast,” Meina murmured, watching her vanish.
”It was a joke,” Cianie said, head tilted, genuinely puzzled.
Her deadpan confusion only made Klock snort and shrug.
”Anyway. Jokes aside—what about the hostess? What happens to Irina and the others?”
Now that the comic relief was gone, he turned to the real issue. That was the point of today’s meeting after all: deciding their fates. He dropped into a nearby chair, and Cianie sat beside him, her aura shifting to something heavier.
”…For them, it’s a matter of state,” she said.
Klock frowned. He’d figured as much. Irina wasn’t going to walk away scot-free, not as head of the Nyan Law Corps—the enforcement arm of the old cat empire. If anything, she was the face of every Beastkin’s anger right now.
”For now, Larana and Mina will be kept in the cells. As for Irina… she’s been released under conditions.”
”Oh? And why’s that?”
”They’re guilty of aiding the downfall of the Wolfkin and Foxkin nations. Kuzuha and the wolf princess were at the council, so their imprisonment was inevitable. But Irina’s different. She’s recognized as the catkin representative.”
Representative meant negotiator. Lock her up, and the other tribes might push back hard. So they’d made a show of “fairness” by keeping her out. But Klock knew the chains of responsibility would hold her tighter than any bars. If she ran, the whole cat tribe would pay. She wasn’t going anywhere.
The red-and-white twins, though? Their situation was grim. Larana and Mina might not have swung the blades themselves, but they’d driven kings to their deaths. Heavy crimes. Even if the real blame belonged to Irina, or to the emperor of beasts himself, that didn’t change how bad it looked.
Execution was on the table. Unless someone intervened, they were finished.
”Cattleya was harsh with the cats. She looked like she wanted them gone, but if I factor in what you said, maybe her true intent was different. Either way, they can’t just touch them carelessly. They fought the calamity too, so people will see them as heroes.”
”Heroes, huh. From the other tribes’ perspective, they’re not exactly saints.”
”Maybe not. But on this continent, when it comes to calamities, everyone stands together. It’s tradition. Three hundred years ago, during the first hero’s age, the continent was struck by another great disaster. The ones accused of guiding it? The Abyssal Apostles. Ever since, the teaching’s been clear: when calamity strikes, all Beastkin unite.”
”…So fighting the beast means, like it or not, they fought for everyone. Punishing them too harshly could spark backlash.”
Exactly. The calamity—that self-proclaimed “Purifier,” the beast that spoke like a man—had already become legend. Its rampage from the Hundred Pits all the way to the cat town was etched into rumor across the land.
Apparently, Cattleya’s group had gotten word early. From Kuzuha, who’d left a shikigami behind in Boorinel to keep in touch. They’d known about the monster since Klock’s discovery, but the distance was too great. The rescue army never had a chance to arrive in time.
By the time Kuzuha’s shikigami faded, even they’d panicked. And then Cianie showed up, with one companion, by sheer twist of fate. The rest was history.
The calamity vanished with a single look from above. How could the Beastkin not bow? They’d learned that a power greater than any calamity walked among them. No one dared oppose her will now.
”One more thing got shelved,” Cianie said. “The royal sorcerer who led the cats to madness.”
”…Parl. That Forestkin witch, right?”
The name had surfaced from Elna and Lona’s testimony. Parl Forestier, court sorcerer, strategist. The whisper in the emperor’s ear.
Irina and the cats had taken the blame, but the mastermind? That was her. Every invasion, every act of conquest—she’d been in the mix, sometimes even fighting herself. She’d spun lies for Human Continent ears, propped up the illusion of unity, orchestrated war from the shadows.
Cianie’s eyes hardened. “Her necromancy—her power over the dead—it reeks of curse magic.”
”Weren’t we told to watch out for the saint?”
”Yeah. And honestly, I think she’s tied to this monster mess. That thing was a chimera made from corpses, but it counted as an Abyss creature. Which means the court sorcerer is… probably the current Abyssal Apostle.”
”Hero!!”
The doors slammed open with a bang, and a flash of white darted into the room. Long white hair floated behind her, cat ears twitching.
”Hero, thank you for forgiving me! Elna will never forget this kindness!!”
The ex-princess of the white cats—Elna—practically tackled Cianie, hugging her around the waist and resting her chin on her lap. Her two tails swished happily as Cianie, smiling just a little, stroked her head. Looked like she really wasn’t angry anymore. Klock let out a relieved breath.
”Elna. Your leg’s healed, huh?”
”Kuro! Yep! Honestly, I thought I’d never run again, but she fixed me up so easily I couldn’t believe it!”
”Guess we owe Sister a thank you.”
Right on cue, the meeting hall doors opened again. Klock turned—and nearly choked.
A mountain of two flesh bounced in his vision.
”Elna, what did I tell you? You’re not supposed to be running yet!”
”Oriana.”
Just one step forward and the front of her habit shook so violently it looked like the laws of physics gave up.
”Lady Oriana, hello!”
”Hello, MinMin.”
The newcomer was small, slender, almost girlish in height—yet her chest alone could have started its own religion. Even Klock, usually shameless, found his eyes glued in awe.
”Lady Oriana! Elna thanks you from the bottom of her heart!”
”Fufu, it’s fine, ElnEln. Seeing your smile is thanks enough.”
She was twenty-six, older than Suzette, yet no taller than Elna or Meina. And yet she was one of the legendary hero party.
The Brave Knight’s cleric. Oriana.
She’d come all the way to Beast Country to join the search for Klock, recruited by Cianie herself.
”I felt bad when we found Klock right after we got back—thought I’d wasted Oriana’s time. But in the end, I’m glad I brought her.”
”True enough. Mr. Klock, you were saved at the very last second.”
She smiled at him, and he almost forgot to breathe. Too big. Way too big. Every time he tried to look away, his eyes just dragged back. His brain was already running pickup lines at light speed before he even remembered—oh right, she’d saved him too.
Because it wasn’t just Elna’s legs. Cianie could’ve healed those. Oriana had saved him. That day, both of them had.
* * *
Later, when the dust settled, Elna thanked her. Klock thanked her. Even Cianie thanked her. Oriana only smiled, saintly calm. The very image of a forgiving cleric.
And with her, the hero party was complete. Hermine aside, he’d now met them all.
She didn’t look like a fighter. But she was the one who’d destroyed Suzette. Faithful to the Theocracy, hostile to Demonkin. Depending on how things went, she could be the most dangerous ally of all. Klock knew he’d need to tread carefully.
”…Mr. Klock,” Oriana said suddenly.
”Yeah?”
”If you ever have worries, please come talk to me.”
”…Huh?”
Her offer came out of nowhere. Klock blinked. Cianie didn’t react, which meant this was just Oriana being Oriana. Always offering comfort, always holding out a hand. And yes—always enormous.
”Anyway… guess that’s enough heavy talk for now,” Klock muttered, pushing to his feet.
Cianie stood too, immediately taking his hand. Her look said it all: we’re done here, so now it’s just us.
Klock grinned. “Hey, Cianie. How about we walk the town together? Haven’t really seen Boorinel yet.”
”Eh? Oh—yeah. Sure. Let’s go.”
She looked startled for a second, then smiled back, slipping her arm around his.
”Fufu. Lovers’ time. I won’t intrude,” Oriana said gently.
”Then, when you have time, let’s talk again!” Elna added.
”Mī’s going back to the inn.”
The others let them go, even if the wolf princess standing guard outside looked suspicious as hell. Hand in hand, Klock and Cianie stepped into the streets.
”…Welcome back, Klock,” she whispered.
”Yeah,” he chuckled.
This time it really was a reunion. No more dodging, no more running. Just two lovers walking side by side.
* * *
Meanwhile, in a shabby hut buried deep in the forest, a lone girl sat in a creaking chair. Her voice dripped disdain.
”Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Wolf king’s head, fox king’s brain, serpent lord’s eyes—powerhouses one after another. And what did you do with them? You sat there running your mouth, spilling every scrap of intel to the enemy. Tell me, what exactly were you trying to accomplish?”
She leaned back, unimpressed.
”You had overwhelming strength. If you hadn’t wasted all those brains, you could’ve just eaten them straight. But no—you let your instincts jerk you around.”
”Stealing the Death Goddess’s blessing… that was supposed to be the cornerstone. And we let the chance slip.”
The hooded girl sighed, her gaze drifting to the black puddle pooling in the corner of the room. No response. Only silence. She exhaled sharply and tilted her head back.
Her hood slipped. Long, sharp ears—Forestkin. Dark green eyes. Bronze skin. Straight black hair streaked with unnatural yellow-green glints fell over her shoulders.
With a flick of her finger, the puddle vanished into the floorboards.
”Court sorcerer—”
”Ahem. You’re late, Ribetta.”
The voice came from outside the window. A warrior’s voice, deep and commanding, like steel wrapped in velvet.
”And the Empress of the Hundred Beasts?”
”Captured. She believed the escape route you so kindly prepared. Led her straight into the trap. Then the dead soldiers crushed her and her guard alike. She fought hard, though. For all her faults, she truly was the hero who conquered the Hundred Pits.”
”Of course she fought hard. I’ve served her for a century. Watched over Marina since she was a child. So the woman had some strength, hm? Still… a cat’s nothing but useless tits unless she has power to back them.”
The Forestkin girl snorted. The warrior outside stayed silent, wolfish and patient, as though stalking prey.
”Our next stage is the Human Continent. The invasion drags there. The demons hold the advantage overall, but if the Hero returns home, the tide flips. With luck, we’ll secure new meat.”
She paused, then continued.
”Ribetta. Your spy work here in Beast Country is done. Time to slip through the void and infiltrate the Human Continent.”
”I can do it. Won’t be pretty. In the Beast Country I had cover as a surrenderer—pretending to side with the cats. That excuse is gone now.”
A soft chuckle. “And yet your face practically screamed revenge. If I hadn’t recruited you, you’d have been exposed eventually. As for your sister… she was furious. Believed every bit of your act.”
The word sister earned the faintest noise from the warrior. Just for an instant, emotion cracked her iron mask.
”Over there, focus on collecting strong corpses. No need to fight directly, but don’t think it’s safe. The Kingdom Council—Gasthira—their commanders are monsters in human skin.”
”The Demon Lord’s Army’s core too. Four Heavenly Kings, plus seven other seats.”
”Succubus and Incubus twins. Asura Prince Bors, Asura Princess Kispe. Moon Court mistress Viola. Earth General Bandanzine. Sea General Primjune. Only half of them seem deployed, but even one is beyond you. Stay out of their sight.”
”Understood.”
”And of course… beware the Hero. You’re only there to harvest meat.” She rose from her chair, floorboards groaning underfoot.
”One more thing. Lady Delphina. And Lyla. Word is they crossed to the Human Continent. If true—keep away. As far away as you can. Especially Lyla. Do not anger her.”
”Oh? If you fear her that much, she must be worth meeting. The Demon Lord’s daughter I understand. But Lyla? You once said she was only… eight years old?”
”She is. Eight. And the strongest of the Four Heavenly Kings.”
Silence. Even the Wolf Princess outside shut her mouth. To be stronger than Bandanzine or Primjune at that age… it was monstrous.
”Well, technically it’s a matter of matchups. Lyla simply has advantage over nearly everyone. Only Kispe, perhaps, can restrain her.”
”The succubus princess. Incubi and succubi—always at their strongest against the opposite sex. She dominates even women? If the brother’s weaker but the sister excels… she must have some terrifying unique skill.”
”That’s not a subject we speak aloud. She’s still an ally… for now.”
The Forestkin paced the cramped room, circling.
”The eye in the sky—that was Viola. Night belongs to her court, after all. Sharp woman, to notice what others missed. But the other eye… the one staring from the heavens? I don’t know it. Someone else. Something else.”
”I wasn’t there. I don’t know the scene.”
”Then don’t worry. Just keep your eyes open. If someone’s hiding strange surveillance abilities, I want it known.”
”Understood. Though… one question.”
The forest outside roared with sudden wind. The window rattled. The cabin shuddered like it might collapse.
”This corpse-harvesting you demand. Does it include… Demon Lord Dainheorl?”
Silence.
Then the Forestkin girl smiled. Quiet, razor-sharp.
”…Whose side are you on, exactly?”
Notes:
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Elna – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with white hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked.
• Goddess Teekua – The deity who saved Sylvia after her death and granted her rebirth as a hero.
• Oriana – A Princess. A companion who assists in explaining the situation to the kingdom. She is supportive and helps Anna navigate her responsibilities. Her appearance is slender, with dark hair and sharp features.
• Riko – The village head’s granddaughter; has black hair and dog ears; interested in Klock romantically; 20 years old.
• Boorinel – A town east of Ryzan, where Lord Cattleya’s manor is located; said to be a long journey from Ryzan.
• Rizan – Village on a hilly plateau.
• Lona – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with black hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked. Elna’s sister; a black cat Beastkin who’s relatively normally developed physically compared to Elna.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Cattleya – The lord; resides in the town of Boorinel, east of Ryzan, past the Mesa; wants to confirm Klock’s humanity.
• Irina – She introduced herself as the innkeeper’s name, a 32-year-old with a youthful appearance, who enjoys being sexually satisfied by Klock. A beastkin cat.
• Clea – younger dog beastkin sister who also serviced Klock previously.
• Larana – Her white hair contrasts with an aggressive seductress attitude, as she entices with her body and a calculated air, once the gold coins appear.
• Mina – The red-haired cat girl is a hostess who leans in closely, her blushing cheeks indicating her interest, but she plays hard to get.
• Parl Forestier – She is the Demon King’s strategist, appeared as a sharp-eared, high-pitched voice, known for her role in annihilating resistant tribes.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Hermine – Daughter of the Emperor of the Second Empire of Dusselhelm. A companion and friend of Anna. The mage. She is pragmatic and encourages Anna to focus on her duties as a hero rather than her personal revenge.
• Marina – The Empress of the Hundred Beasts; a mature, beautiful woman with bright brown hair, piercing gaze, and enormous breasts. Commands the respect and desire of many males.
• Gasthira – United Kingdom of Gasthira. Demonkin-led absolute monarchy; has a parliamentary system this generation; treats humans as enemies; suffers from poor working conditions.
• Bandanzine – They are one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a warrior with a dignified gaze, known for their frontline combat prowess.
• Primjune – She is one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a scaled and finned figure, known for executing the saint’s kidnapping plan.
• Delphina – She is the Demon King’s daughter, appeared as a six-horned, water-blue haired figure, known for her godlike presence and influence.
• Lyla – Jester General of Demon King.
• Dainheorl – He is the conqueror of the Demon Continent, appeared as the council leader, known for his godlike strength and four horns.
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