Volume 8 Chapter 11 Then
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Oi, Boit. Found anywhere good?”
”Hah? The hell you sayin’?”
”Inn!! I’m asking if you found an inn!!”
”Quit yellin’, damn it!! I can hear you just fine without you blowin’ my ears off!!”
Their voices cracked through the air like firecrackers, sharp enough to make the people passing by flinch and edge away. Anyone close enough gave them wary looks and stepped back. But past that thin ring of space around them, their shouting just sort of… vanished, swallowed by the roar of the city.
”We must unite—now, more than ever!!”
”Let us raise the Federation’s banner again—with our own hands!!”
The shouts rose from every street corner, not the playful noise of daytime merchants but raw voices calling out to anyone who’d listen, demanding change, demanding something. The whole town was seething.
”Loud as hell. Can’t someone shut ’em up? Do they gotta scream politics in the middle of the damn street?” Klock muttered, leaning his elbows on the iron railing of the overlook.
”Barreith’s provisional government,” Boit said with a shrug. “They say they’re here to keep order after the Federation collapsed. Not much choice, is there?”
”Yeah, no. Pretty sure there’s a choice. Like, don’t do it here.”
Boit just raised a hand in a lazy ‘don’t know, don’t care’ gesture. Klock scowled, eyes flicking down to the bustle below.
The Leelit Federation had been a loose patchwork of city-states, all loosely pretending to be one country. The Demon Lord’s Army had crushed it like paper. Even so, those cities were still standing. They didn’t need to crown some new ‘government’ way out here in a mining city. Barreith already had its own bigshots running things.
”Someone’s just trying to grab power while everyone’s distracted,” Klock said flatly.
”Then this town’s not gonna be peaceful for long.”
”Doubt anywhere is. Ain’t just bandits looting fires—some of ’em wear crowns.”
They stood at the high cliffside terrace that looked over the city sprawled below, the copper roofs flashing in the noonday sun. From a distance, they could’ve been mistaken for stranded refugees themselves, just two scruffy men stuck between places. Nora clung to the railing nearby, small hands wrapped around the metal as she leaned way out to stare at the town with wide, glittering eyes.
”So. The inn?” Klock asked again.
”Didn’t find one. Neither did you.”
”Guess it’s another night outdoors. Good thing we teleported the wagon. Otherwise we’d be sleeping straight on the dirt.”
It was broad daylight now. They’d jumped here in the middle of the night, and naturally no innkeeper was gonna open his door at swordpoint for three strangers. So they’d spent last night wrapped in blankets inside the wagon, staring up through the cracked roof at the stars—and judging by how crowded every place was, tonight wasn’t going to be much different.
”The Rushelora folks haven’t even made it here yet,” Boit muttered. “And it’s already packed with refugees. Guess it’s like this in every city that dodged the war.”
”Looks like it. And this place isn’t even safe—Demon Lord’s Army took that port town just down the coast.”
Klock let out a slow breath, eyes drifting sideways. People were slumped everywhere—on chairs, on crates, sprawled out on the flagstones like discarded clothes. You could tell most of them had come from far off, still clutching whatever they could carry. No one cared that their clothes were ruined, that their faces were streaked with mud. They weren’t merchants or farmers anymore, not really. They were just… people who had nothing left.
”Where’s the little lady, anyway?” Boit asked.
”Cianie jumped to her allies. She’s probably with Hermine now—the Third Princess of the Dusselhelm Empire.”
Boit’s brow twitched. Fair reaction. Hearing royalty casually dropped into small talk would do that to anyone.
”Big names just keep lining up, huh. I guess that’s what happens when a Hero’s involved. …When’d you even start hanging around people like that?”
”Dunno. Somewhere along the way, I guess.”
”…Can’t say, huh? Whatever. Just sayin’, maybe think about what league you’re in. No offense, but you ain’t exactly—”
”Yeah yeah, I know. I know, alright? Not like I planned for the girl I was seeing to just go and turn into a Hero.”
Boit fumbled the cigarette he’d been about to light. His face said, That’s not a real thing that happens, but honestly Klock had thought the same thing about a million times already, so he didn’t bother arguing.
It was like if an ex you’d split with suddenly struck gold—you didn’t get to crawl back just because she was rich now. That bridge stayed burned. Same thing here. Even if the girl he’d once dated was now the Hero, that didn’t rewrite what they were.
It was stupid luck or maybe punishment. Either way, it had already happened. His childhood friend had become the Hero. And somehow, through sheer dumb momentum, they’d gotten back together—and now Klock had no choice but to play the role of the Hero’s boyfriend.
”Cause… Big Brother’s kinda weak, y’know?’
He could almost hear her teasing voice. It hit right in the gut every time.
Truth was, he’d only ever seen having Cianie around as a shortcut, a way to coast. He wasn’t meant to stand next to her. Not really.
His thoughts slipped back to last night. The chaos. The two Demon Lord’s Army officers tossing him around like a ragdoll, the merfolk soldiers cutting through everything. Hero Cianie had been too strong. It wasn’t just that Gildegant—the Four Heavenly King—had been crushed. Rumor said Primjune, another of the Four Heavenly Kings, had been beaten by her too. Even the top of the Demon Lord’s Army, hadn’t won against her. Viola, the so-called Moon Court monster, had been torn apart in seconds. Primlena had just fled. That was the level. Even their top brass couldn’t fight her. Choosing not to fight was the only logical choice.
So they’d gone after her weak point instead.
Klock couldn’t even be mad about it. If he were on their side, he’d have done the same. He wasn’t her shield—he was just the crack in her armor. He’d come to the Human Continent thinking he’d do the things Cianie couldn’t, but the ugly truth was that things might actually go smoother if he wasn’t here at all.
Kinda pathetic. If he hadn’t been there, the merfolk wouldn’t have even attacked the town. He was just dead weight by existing.
Last night had driven that home hard. Having Cianie at his side had made him cocky. Sure, jumping to Rushelora had been the smart play on paper, but thinking the two of them could handle it alone… that was just arrogance.
In the end, he’d done nothing. Boit’s family survived, yeah, but really they should’ve gone straight to Hermine from the start. That whole clash with the Demon Lord’s Army had just hammered the point in. After spending one night in Barreith, Cianie had teleported him to the Empire’s fortress.
Either way, they couldn’t roam free anymore. Being part of the Brave Knight corps meant being hunted, but he hadn’t thought they’d be targeted before anyone even knew who he was.
It wasn’t like he was totally useless. The Cianie Knife worked fine for surprise attacks, even on strong enemies—the orange mermaid had been a perfect test case. Not that it helped face-to-face. Against their officers, he had nothing. He couldn’t touch Primlena, couldn’t scratch Viola. Especially Viola. Cursed Eye, vampirism, flight—he had no counter for any of it. And she had clones. Clones. Seriously, what even.
”…So. What now?” Boit asked.
”For now, we wait for Cianie to come back. If this town doesn’t work out, we can have her jump us to the Empire,” Klock said, arms folded on the cold railing, eyes lost in the smoky sprawl of Barreith below.
”The Empire, huh. If it’s up north, then maybe it’s safer,” Boit muttered. “It’s the opposite of the Demon Continent, and the invasion’s coming from the south, they say.”
Right as he said it, the air behind them gave a sudden, soft twist. It rippled—not with sound, but with that crooked pull of space that made your skin feel like it was trying to crawl off your bones.
Klock’s shoulders tensed. He turned.
Ash-grey hair fluttered in the updraft.
”Klock.”
”Oh. Hey. You back… what’s wrong?”
Cianie stood there, quiet, still. Boit gave a startled grunt, but Klock didn’t even blink—he was used to her sudden entrances by now. What caught him off guard was how pale her face was, like she’d forgotten how to breathe.
”Hermine’s gone.”
”…Gone? Like, just out?”
She hadn’t met the Third Princess.
Somehow, the answer made sense. Hermine had never answered Cianie’s mind-links, not once. Maybe she’d just been too far. Maybe.
”No. The fortress… the whole fortress is gone.”
”…The whole… fortress? What does that even mean?”
”…I mean exactly that. The Empire’s southernmost fortress—North Belnsa—it’s been wiped off the map.”
Silence swept over them like a dropped curtain.
Klock tilted his head. Behind him, Boit puffed on his cigarette, brow furrowed, trying to make sense of words clearly meant for someone else. Nora had been creeping closer on quick little feet, but stopped mid-step. Even she could feel the wrongness crackling in the air.
”…There’s someone out there who can defeat Hermine. Someone who can destroy a fortress.”
Klock didn’t speak. Cianie’s voice was trembling, and Cianie didn’t tremble. That alone said enough.
Had Hermine run? No. If Cianie was this shaken, then she had seen something that left no room for hope.
Plans shifted in his mind like collapsing tiles. He stepped forward, wrapping her against him, feeling her slender body tremble in his arms.
”…Cianie. Call Suzette and the others. This isn’t something we can handle alone anymore.”
”…Okay.”
Her answer was a whisper, soft as falling ash. He stroked her hair gently, hoping it steadied her even a little. Whatever this was, it was worse than he’d let himself imagine. This wasn’t the time to wallow about being useless.
His mind flashed back to that black drowned town, the clash with the Purelifier, the way he’d hesitated at the start. If he’d gone all in from the first move, they probably wouldn’t have even needed Cianie.
If you think it’s life or death, go all out. Regret comes later. That was the only choice that made sense anymore.
* * *
No signs of Corruption graft taking hold.
…Why?
Viola lay sprawled across the bed in nothing but a bra and panties, one arm flung over her face, fingers pressing her right eye like she could squeeze an answer out of it. The bedcovers were a sea of pale silk, soft enough to swallow her whole. Not that she cared—she hadn’t expected anyone to come in.
Failing to turn someone into a vampire? Not part of the plan. Did Hero mess with it somehow? Or maybe it was just because VioVio herself was a vampeera [T/N: 吸血鬼, here styled as an elite class of vampires], and that threw it off? Either way, this sucked. No Corruption meant no follow-up moves. Guess it’s time to start going feral and doing kidnap speedruns on anyone who looks interesting.
She groaned, burying her face in the pillow, then rolled over and stared up at the ceiling, feet kicking restlessly.
Still… that really was Hero. Seeing her up close was—yikes. Even as a girl, Viola had to admit she was insanely beautiful. Just breathing, she blew magic around like a storm, and one swing of her sword had shredded VioVio’s strongest Nobility like they were cheap paper dolls. No normal human was like that. She was gorgeous, terrifying, and absolutely not normal. It had been… kind of thrilling, actually.
She jerked upright with a sudden rustle of sheets. Her feet drummed lightly on the white mattress, her mind still buzzing like she’d swallowed lightning.
Her wings twitched out with a dry crack, stretching long and dark behind her as she arched her back and let out a deep breath.
Honestly, Hero had looked calm, but she’d been furious. So even Heroes lost it when someone they cared about was targeted, huh. If they’d been friends, maybe Hero would’ve gone that wild for VioVio too.
”Mmm…” she hummed, tilting her head, eyes slipping closed.
…No. Couldn’t picture it. Hero wasn’t ever going to be on their side. That anger would always be pointed at her.
Ugh. Just thinking about a straight fight made her stomach knot. But she had to figure something out. She couldn’t let anything happen to Kis-Kis. She’d come herself for that exact reason. And now it looked like she might have to rely on Kis-Kis anyway. Which sucked.
”You are seriously in your underwear again?!”
The door slammed open hard enough to rattle the wall. A girl in a maid dress stomped in, face scrunched up. She looked about Viola’s age, maybe a bit younger.
”Morning, Little Ruganda~ You’re looking fab as always.”
”As always, yes! And don’t ‘morning~’ me!! You can’t just sit around half-naked! You’re twenty-six! Be an adult and put clothes on!!”
”Ehh, who cares. VioVio’s forever fifteen. Firm and shiny as a mermaid’s tail.”
”That’s just your appearance and you know it!!”
Ruganda fumed while Viola just grinned like an idiot. No one else knew they were childhood friends, and no one was around to overhear, so they didn’t bother hiding it.
Ruganda yanked open the curtains, and silver starlight spilled across the room. Beyond the windows, the inner courtyards of the Moon Court castle [T/N: 本拠地, vampire domain] lay shrouded in mist, quiet as an empty crypt. Only Viola and a handful of vampeera Nobility lived here. It was always this still in the early hours.
”You’re up early today,” Ruganda said, eyeing her. “Want me to take you shopping or something?”
”Nope. We’ve got a guest.”
”…A guest?”
Viola blinked. There was no way. The Moon Court had strict entry laws; anyone who didn’t meet the conditions simply couldn’t get in. That meant the only possible visitors were other Nobility, and none of them had any reason to bother coming to see her.
She tilted her head.
Then a girl’s blue-haired head popped right out of Ruganda’s stomach.
”Boo!!”
”Gah?! It’s the rainbow ghost girl again!!”
”Ehehe~ VioVio, muah muah!!”
…Oh. Right. This one.
Viola’s expression went blank as the grinning girl floated all the way out.
”Teach you how to get into the Moon Court and you show up instantly.”
”Yaaay!! Thanks for inviting meeee!! I baked pumpkin pie—let’s eat it together!”
”…Seriously? You baked… at your age…?”
”As expected from Lady Lyla. Unlike someone who just sulks in her room all day,” Ruganda said flatly.
Lyla melted straight down through the floor like spilled paint. Kitchen-bound, probably. Viola scrambled for the nearest clothes she could find and dragged them on while following after.
”Hey hey, LylLyl. Don’t just barge into people’s houses~”
”Why not? I came to play, duh!”
”You can’t, you can’t. Fina-Fina chewed me out last time for letting you learn weird stuff. Please don’t cause trouble.”
”Aww, you got scolded? Pfft—hehehe.”
”Yeah, whose fault do you think that was. You copied VioVio’s ‘sexy villain’ outfit, remember? Fina-Fina grabbed me by the collar and I almost peed myself. Thought she was gonna split my skull with Iron Kuro.”
Lyla shrieked playfully and zipped around the kitchen, clapping her hands over her mouth as she giggled herself silly. Viola just gave her a deadpan stare. Chasing was pointless. You couldn’t even touch her. Which meant no chance of disciplining her either.
”…Maybe I should just teach Ghost Girl something really bad and let Fina-Fina scold her instead…”
”Don’t. Next time it won’t just be peeing yourself.”
”Yaaay! I wanna dance again~!”
”What, you wanna go to the clubhouse? Sure, sure—let’s hit it after pie!! VioVio’s been dying to dance off some stress anyway! Let’s go find some cuties while we’re at it!”
”Fool!! You can’t just take someone else’s kid to a place like that!! You’ll get murdered, I’m not even joking, stop it right now!!”
”There’s already a cutie here, you know~ Look, it’s me!!”
Under a sky so clear it looked fake, the stars blazed like scattered glass. The whole Moon Court castle [T/N: 吸血鬼の本拠地, the vampeera stronghold] glimmered upside down in the black pre-dawn like a world seen through a cracked mirror, and the girls’ chatter tumbled down its silent stone halls like bright ribbons.
* * *
”So… you’ve become Viola’s enemy, then.”
”Yes. I acted on my own. I’m sorry.”
”No matter. It’s only natural you’d strike down one of our own. And it won’t become a true war. Sanctum and the Moon Court never truly interfere with one another.”
Water fell in endless sheets like the wall of a broken sky. The throne room of the undersea Sanctum was carved into the sheer face of a water-cliff, stone colonnades and giant statues looming between curtains of flowing light. Merfolk stood among the impossible scene as if it were normal.
”More importantly, Primlena… I heard there was trouble. First of all—well done retreating. Avoiding a fight with Hero was wise. She’s beyond us.”
The woman lounging across the throne said it with a lazy sweep of her tailfin, the orange scales along her hips glinting like molten copper. She was Primjune—the Sea General, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, and third seat of the Council of the United Kingdoms, sovereign of the Fishkin [T/N: 人魚種族].
”I didn’t think Hero would be that powerful,” Primlena said softly. “I suppose it’s only fitting for an apostle of the Grand Cathedral. Even the High Priest and Viola are apostles from other realms, and yet… she felt completely on another level.”
”So it seems. Apostles are usually the nine Pillars, each guarding their own outer realm. But that woman… her power is abnormal. Maybe she’s not replaceable like the others. Perhaps the gods gave her that strength to handle something only she can.”
”…A role, huh.”
Six other mermaids floated around the dais, silent, their fins swaying in the slow currents. The one speaking stood just a little closer than the rest, the same orange scales along her arms marking her as Primjune’s younger sister—Primlena.
”It’s hard to imagine more monsters like her just appearing. It’s more likely the goddess gave her that strength because there’s some problem that must be solved. Hero showing up at all is already the first time in a century. It makes sense if she’s been given power only when it’s needed.”
Primlena nodded, though the weight of her sister’s words sank slower than water. She didn’t always understand what Primjune meant. But she’d learned as a child to trust her anyway, and so—she agreed.
”…What should we do from here?”
”If I had known she was that strong, I would have opposed this war from the start. But it’s too late to stop now. All we can do is keep our distance and watch. Face her head-on, and our entire kind will be erased.”
The priest-mermaids nearby shifted uneasily, their eyes like deep-sea glass. Primlena understood their look. She’d worn it herself until just days ago.
But now she understood her sister. That storm of magic, that strength no human should hold—trying to fight something like that was madness. The Demon Lord’s Army had chosen foolishly.
”…High Priestess. Wouldn’t it be wiser to withdraw from the Demon Lord’s Army altogether?”
Her voice was small, but steady. She didn’t know the Demon Lord, but from Primjune’s reaction alone, he couldn’t be anywhere near Hero’s level. Stronger enemies were the ones you stayed far away from. Even just being on the same side might be enough to make Hero come after them.
”No. Dainheorl is my friend. When I was young, and a sea dragon wounded me, he was the one who offered me his hand. I will not betray him.”
”…I see.”
”And Lady Primjune stands with us as well. Yes, opposing Humans is dangerous. But the war’s outcome isn’t decided yet.”
Delphina—Dainheorl’s daughter. Everyone had heard of her. Her name had flooded the seas in endless rumor, so exaggerated that many who hadn’t met her just laughed it off. Primlena herself wasn’t sure what to believe.
”…You think we can win?”
”Possibly. I understand why people think not, as long as Hero stands with the enemy. But war isn’t won by one person. If everyone but her breaks, that’s still defeat. And even that monster isn’t invincible. As far as I know, there are three in the council who might be able to kill her.”
”…Three? Who?”
”Lady Primjune. Lyla. And Kispe.”
Primlena blinked. Those were not the names she expected.
”I’ve heard Lady Delphina is even stronger than the Demon Lord himself, and I know of Lady Lyla’s unbelievable skills from your own words, High Priestess, so… I can understand their chances. But… Kispe?”
She pictured the tiny girl like a little doll, the one she’d seen a few times. She couldn’t imagine her reaching Hero’s level. There had never been any hint of such power.
”Fuf. That’s only because you don’t know the terror of the Crimson Spire [T/N: 深紅尖塔, Kispe’s dominion]. She may look like that, but she’s still the Queen of Succubi. She’s the one member of the council you must never make your enemy.”
The words made the chamber go still. No one here seemed to know much about the Crimson Spire.
”Well. Lou should be awake by now. Go check on the wounded.”
Lou. The mermaid Viola had dried into jerky. She’d been by Primlena’s side for years, and at the mention of her name, Primlena’s face lit up—then clouded over.
”…I’m sorry, High Priestess. This is hard to say, but… I would like to request a leave of absence.”
”…Oh? And why is that?”
”…A man of the surface… defiled me. By our laws, I must be allowed to erase him.”
Her voice wavered even as she forced the words out. She had reported the Hero incident, and Viola, but not this. She could never say aloud, before the others, that she’d been r**ed.
”…How could that happen? Was he strong enough to force you? A demonkin?”
”N-no… a Human. He… pushed me down and I… didn’t know what to do…”
”…Hah?”
”A-ah, I mean—anyway… I’ll kill him right away, so please just grant me a little time…”
”…Why didn’t you kill him immediately? Was he that strong?”
She was her sister. Rank aside, even Primjune couldn’t ignore her own blood’s shame. The High Priestess rose, her fins flaring, while the priest-mermaids stared wide-eyed. Primlena shrank, gaze darting.
”I… I did try to kill him right after but… he… um…”
”He?”
”…He was Hero’s… husband…”
Silence fell again. The sound of the waterfalls boomed from the edge of the impossible cliff, as if they were crashing straight down into nothing.
”…I see. So you couldn’t kill him without drawing her wrath. That woman… has chosen a troublesome partner.”
”Y-yes…”
It was backwards, but Primlena let it stand. The real reason was too pathetic. She kept her eyes on the floor as the priestesses around her gave her pitying looks, like she was some broken shell.
”…You’re certain it was Hero’s husband?”
”Y-yes. I’m sure. But whoever he is, I’ll follow the law. Even if it costs my life, I will—so please, give me just a little time…”
”No. That won’t be necessary.”
Primjune eased back down onto the throne, tail curling, and patted her knee lightly.
There was a faint light in Primjune’s eyes now, a spark that looked almost… delighted. Even though her little sister had just confessed something horrible, the elder mermaid wore the face of someone who had just seen a brilliant path open before her.
”…This is a chance,” she murmured. “An absurdly good one. If it works, we’ll gain a powerful shield.”
”Eh…?” Primlena blinked, still folded small on the floor.
”Not ‘eh.’ Listen, Primlena. Go demand that Hero’s husband take responsibility. Marry him. Become his bride and drag Hero into our family, build ties with the Grand Cathedral.”
Bride. In other words—go get married.
Primjune was looking down at her not like a grieving sister, but like an officer handing down orders. Primlena just sat there frozen, mouth parted, as if her mind had emptied out.
”We must always look ahead, for our clan, for Sanctum. Whatever way this great war ends, what matters is what comes after. We have to be ready for the storm that follows. Whether we can bring Hero to our side will decide everything.”
”B-but… isn’t Hero our enemy…?”
”She is. To the Demon Lord’s Army. But not to the Fishkin. For me, as one of the Four Heavenly Kings [T/N: 四天王, the top generals], yes, she’s an enemy—but for a single mermaid to share a husband with her? That’s perfectly possible.”
The words were so unexpected her thoughts tangled into knots. She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, nothing coming out but small strangled sounds.
”Primlena. I taught you, didn’t I? First comes protecting Sanctum. Second is our clan. The Demon Lord’s Army is third. This is your duty as Sanctum’s guardian. From today, you’re released from the military. The position of Marine Division Commander will be reassigned.”
Primjune’s tone didn’t shift. It was calm, cold, final.
”You will go to the surface. Marry into his house. Bear children.”
”…E-Elder Sis…”
”Give Hero my regards. Tell her the Fishkin don’t wish to fight the Grand Cathedral. Say we only follow the Demon Lord’s Army because we must. Words cost nothing. Even if war comes later, I’ll handle it alone.”
It was so abrupt it felt like whiplash. A dismissal from her post—and a new role that, somehow, counted as diplomacy. The words left her gaping.
”I… but… what if Hero won’t accept me…”
”Then make her. That’s your job now. I will bind ties with the Demon Lord’s Army, and you will weave ties with Hero. Make the Fishkin’s future secure. It will be far easier than trying to kill her, at least. Show her your loyalty. Win over the land-man. When your belly swells, return to Sanctum.”
Primjune struck the worn haft of her trident against the stone with a sharp clang that echoed through the watery air. She gave her sister a look that said I’m counting on you.
Primlena just stared back hollowly, lips barely moving.
”…E-eh… right…”
Only the sound of the falling water remained, endless and soft. Somehow her future had been sealed while she was still trying to breathe, and Primlena sat stunned, like her soul had slipped free and drifted off into the current
Notes:
• Boit – A merchant involved in human trafficking, with a villainous face and a loud, obnoxious voice. He is pragmatic and willing to help Klock escape the country in exchange for something. His relationship with Klock is business-like, though both are aware of each other’s illicit activities.
• Leelit Federation – A political entity where Suzette used to work as a spy; seems to be an empire.
• Rushelora – A port where demons are allowed to stay at embassies under special circumstances. It is a location where humans and demons have trade relations.
• 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.
• 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.
• Gildegant – One of the Four Generals of the Demon Lord. Flame General.
• Primjune – She is one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a scaled and finned figure, known for executing the saint’s kidnapping plan.
• Primlena – Orange-haired merfolk priestess, fierce yet elegant | First v8c3 | Sister of Sea General Primjune, subordinate to Primrity | Once captured and violated by Klock, now obsessed with reclaiming honor | Commands Obsidian Riders on giant fish, fights with trident | Seeks to drag Klock to Seabed Temple for marriage trial or execution | Unique note: revenge-driven siren bride who masks fury under ritual grace
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• 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.
• Delphina – She is the Demon King’s daughter, appeared as a six-horned, water-blue haired figure, known for her godlike presence and influence.
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