Volume 1: Chapter 111 Do you like games?

"Your Highness Theresa!" 　　Ascalon, sitting on a pile of spare parts, was a little excited. 　　Because it looked like her beloved Sarkaz Demo

　　"Your Highness Theresa!"

　　Ascalon, sitting on a pile of spare parts, was a little excited.

　　Because it looked like her beloved Sarkaz Demon King had not been attacked yet.

　　This couldn't be better.

　　The female assassin was most worried about before she returned -

　　Theresa was assassinated.

　　Theresis also has a large number of Sarkaz assassins under his command, but none of them can match her level as she was once taught by the Regent himself.

　　But if she was not with His Highness, Ascalon was worried that Theresis' assassination would succeed.

　　Now it seems that there is no need to worry about this possibility.

　　"Ascalon, can you introduce me to your friends?"

　　The Sarkaz princess put away her somewhat subtle expression.

　　Although I couldn't understand how a bunch of parts could float in the air without falling apart, it wasn't a big problem.

　　Originium Technique can explain everything.

　　“…”

　　These people are not friends.

　　It was just Kal'tsit's order.

　　Ascalon thought so.

　　In particular, there was a pardoner and a madman among them.

　　She glanced at the white-horned Sarkaz holding a long sword and the white-haired Sarkaz girl.

　　"This is Skadi, a powerful swordsman."

　　The Sarkaz Assassin introduced the Deep Sea Hunter in this way.

　　The strong are worthy of respect.

　　Especially since this strong man seemed to be on her side.

　　"Hello."

　　Skadi greeted very calmly.

　　"Hello, Miss Skadi."

　　The young devil smiled slightly.

　　"Qui'saršinnag... is a powerful swordsman of the Confessarii."

　　After a few seconds of silence, Ascalon said this.

　　"Swordsman of the Pardoner?"

　　Theresa was slightly stunned.

　　If memory serves me correctly, the Pardoner seemed to be on her brother's side.

　　"Hello, Her Majesty Theresa."

　　Facing the Demon Lord of the Sarkaz, even though they were hostile before being captured, Kwisathina still respected her.

　　After all, Theresa is one of the six heroes of Sarkaz.

　　Made great contributions to the preservation and reconstruction of Kazdel.

　　Even in a hostile position——

　　Qui'saršinnag still had great respect for her.

　　"It is an honor to see a swordsman who is a pardoner, Miss Qui'saršinnag."

　　Theresa extended her hand without hesitation.

　　She was not worried at all whether she would be attacked by a powerful swordsman of the Confessarii Master at such a close distance.

　　"…You are indeed as the rumors say."

　　Qui'saršinnag looked at the Sarkaz Demon King who was so close to her——

　　It only takes a moment for her to draw her sword and it can slice across the opponent's neck.

　　But there was no trace of worry or vigilance in the girl's eyes.

　　She just smiled slightly.

　　The white-horned Sarkaz held that hand.

　　"My rumors? What are the rumors about me among my brothers?"

　　Theresa asked with some interest.

　　"Even in a hostile situation, there are Sarkaz who still respect you."

　　The regent's subordinates are basically radical Sarkaz, who believe that if Kazdel wants to rebuild and not be destroyed, then he must use iron and blood to make the Terra countries feel pain.

　　But even so——

　　Those Sarkaz still acknowledged the princess's achievements.

　　Some of the Sarkaz still respected her.

　　That's the charm of Theresa.

　　It's not because of her identity as the Demon King, it's just because of her as a person.

　　Qui'saršinnag had only heard rumors about the princess before.

　　Now it seems that it is indeed worthy of the name.

　　“…”

　　The Sarkaz Demon Lord did not reply.

　　Her expression seemed a little sad.

　　The Sarkaz should never have been drawn into a bloody civil war.

　　But the battle of ideas——

　　There is no room for compromise.

　　She and her brother Theresis were forced to this point.

　　"Please continue with your introduction, Ascalon."

　　The girl restrained her expression.

　　"Okay, Your Highness Theresa."

　　Ascalon nodded.

　　Then she casually pointed at the white-haired Sarkaz.

　　"W."

　　The female assassin said simply.

　　"Hey, how come you introduce me so simply?"

　　W immediately jumped up and down.

　　She is the legendary Sarkaz mercenary W who is destined to become famous on Terra!

　　Making a name for yourself in front of the Demon Lord Sarkaz is the first step to take off!

　　"...A lunatic, Your Highness. I do not recommend you get close to her."

　　The female assassin soon said a few more words as W wished.

　　"madman?"

　　W took out two Banelings from his arms.

　　"Do you want to test the strength of a madman? I am the legendary mercenary W!"

　　The Sarkaz girl looked at the female assassin.

　　"snort."

　　If it was a fight to the death—

　　Ascalon made sure that W would not even realize that her vital points had been wiped out.

　　The female assassin snorted coldly.

　　She didn't see any benefit in the princess getting close to such a lunatic.

　　"Please be patient, Miss W."

　　Theresa still maintained that gentle expression.

　　"I am honored to meet a legendary mercenary."

　　The demon girl blinked.

　　"But may I ask, does Miss W have her real name?"

　　She inquired.

　　"Real name? Isn't it normal for Sarkaz to have only one code name?"

　　W asked back in surprise.

　　It's a bit strange that the Sarkaz have their own name.

　　This is Kazdel, a place that is ravaged by war.

　　A name is a fragile thing.

　　There is nothing worth saving.

　　"…This is not something that should be taken for granted, Miss W."

　　The Sarkaz Demon King was silent for a few seconds, then said this.

　　"Every Sarkaz should have their own name, not a code name."

　　The pink-haired girl stared directly at the white-haired Sarkaz in front of her.

　　"...This is such a naive idea, Your Highness Theresa."

　　W smiled.

　　It is normal for Sarkaz mercenaries to live and die every day. Perhaps Her Majesty the Demon King is not aware of the mercenaries' situation.

　　Things like names——

　　no need.

　　She was too lazy to remember other people's names.

　　Because it's a sheer waste of time.

　　By now, the Sarkaz girl had forgotten how many of her companions had died.

　　She once just wanted to survive.

　　"Perhaps."

　　Theresa's expression was gentle, yet firm.

　　“…”

　　W stopped talking.

　　Naive guy -

　　She thought so.

　　But for some reason, the Sarkaz girl no longer had the urge to laugh at her.

　　It was exactly the same as what she saw another person say in the group at that time.

　　Perhaps this Demon King and Tallulah have something in common.

　　W thought.

　　"Your Highness, please don't bother with this lunatic."

　　Ascalon glanced at W coldly.

　　"Maybe in her eyes, I am the crazy one."

　　Theresa shook her head.

　　She didn't care about W's sarcastic remarks.

　　"Please introduce this lovely child to me, Ascalon."

　　After seeing the little child——

　　The Sarkaz Demon King's eyes lit up.

　　Such a cute child actually appeared in Kazdel?

　　I really want to

　　Sew him some super nice clothes and watch him wear them!

　　After all, before becoming the Demon King, Theresa was the royal clothier of the previous Sarkaz Demon King, and was skilled in weaving and tailoring.

　　When she is under great pressure, she will release stress by doing fashion design.

　　This is Her Royal Highness's little secret.

　　At this moment, Theresa felt that her weaving soul was ignited.

　　She's a cuter child than Amiya!

　　"Zerg's name is Zerg!"

　　The little swarm master raised his hands and took the initiative to introduce himself.

　　The organism in front of us is very interesting.

　　Even more interesting than Qui'saršinnag.

　　Zerg's eyes also lit up.

　　"Nice to meet you, Zerg."

　　Theresa extended her hand.

　　"Zerg is also happy to meet Theresa!"

　　The Swarm Master looked at her.

　　"...Zerg, you can hold her hand."

　　The deep-sea hunter reminded.

　　Zerg has no idea of normal social etiquette.

　　So he didn't understand what the other party wanted to do by extending his hand.

　　"OK!"

　　The little child held the devil's hand.

　　A soft and warm touch came from the palm of my hand.

　　Theresa's eyes brightened.

　　She couldn't help it.

　　Inspiration burst forth in an endless stream.

　　Her Majesty the Demon King has already thought of several costumes suitable for Zerg.

　　It will definitely look super cute on Zerg!

　　Then--

　　“…”

　　Theresa's body froze.

　　Just now, the souls of the Sarkaz spontaneously fought back against a certain force.

　　Have the assassins sent by Teresis arrived yet?

　　“…”

　　Zerg's eyes grew brighter.

　　He found a suitable place to store the consciousness of the dead!

　　This way, there is no need to worry about the consciousness of the deceased being affected by the echo of the master's will and turning him into a creature that can only make noises.

　　The girl regained control of her body.

　　"Ascalon, did you notice anything unusual?"

　　Theresa suddenly asked.

　　"Your Highness, I didn't notice anything unusual."

　　Ever since returning to the Demon King's side, the female assassin has put 100% of her attention into ensuring that her beloved princess would not be assassinated.

　　“…Is that so?”

　　The demon girl's expression remained unchanged.

　　The Originium technique that can affect the Demon King's spirit type——

　　Unheard of.

　　She is the demon king of Sarkaz, and the souls of Sarkaz have a deep connection with her.

　　After gradually studying the power of the Demon King, Theresa was finally able to block out the echoes of the Sarkaz souls.

　　Therefore, in theory, spiritual-type Originium skills should have little impact on her.

　　Theresa looked at the little child in front of her.

　　Could it be Zerg who did it?

　　No, it's not possible.

　　How could such a cute child do such a thing?

　　It's as impossible as the omniscient Kal'tsit being a copper-smelting pervert in secret.

　　"What's wrong, Your Highness? Were you attacked by some Originium technique?"

　　The female assassin became nervous.

　　"It must be my illusion."

　　Theresa still didn’t let go of her hand.

　　"Zerg, do you want to go shopping with me? I can introduce you to a friend."

　　Her Majesty the Demon King smiled slightly, her expression gentle.

　　But for some reason I felt like a weird aunt who kidnapped a child.

　　"Friends? Zerg wants them!"

　　The little swarm master nodded heavily.

　　The more friends the swarm has, the better!

　　"Then follow me."

　　Her Majesty the Demon King took the little child's hand very naturally.

　　Then Zerg jumped down from the suspended seat.

　　After all, the seat was a little high and he couldn't reach the ground.

　　"Be careful, what if you sprain your ankle at this height?"

　　Theresa hugged Zerg carefully.

　　"Zerg won't sprain his ankle! Zerg's body is amazing!"

　　The Overlord of the Swarm states that his physical strength is very high.

　　"Hmmmm."

　　Patting the little child's head, the Demon King nodded continuously.

　　"...Skadi, why didn't you stop her?"

　　W looked at the demon king who was teasing the little child, and then looked at the indifferent deep-sea hunter.

　　"She's not you, W."

　　Skadi glanced at the Sarkaz girl.

　　The girl named Theresa looked reassuring.

　　I can definitely take good care of Zerg.

　　At least more reliable than W.

　　“…”

　　W wanted to get angry.

　　This is discrimination, right?

　　Don’t look down on a young girl because she is poor!

　　Just Skadi, wait for me to grow up, then I will definitely defeat her with W!

　　As for now——

　　The Sarkaz girl could only keep a stiff face and watch the Sarkaz Demon King teasing the little child.

　　Then her sight was occupied by a suspicious hooded man.

　　The other side.

　　"I have some snacks here, would you like some?"

　　Her Majesty the Demon King took out a candy and weighed it in hir palm.

　　In the war-torn Kazdel, this kind of candy is an absolute rarity.

　　Even Theresa only had a small reserve.

　　After all, money needs to be spent elsewhere.

　　"Zerg wants to eat!"

　　Naturally, food is served to everyone.

　　Zerg's eyes followed the candy.

　　"Come on, ah~"

　　Theresa held the candy between her two white fingers, smiling.

　　Being with such a lovely child relieves a lot of stress.

　　“Ouch!”

　　The tiny figure opened its mouth and swallowed the candy.

　　"Huh?"

　　The devil was stunned.

　　Then the tips of her ears were dyed red.

　　Her cheeks were also tinged with red.

　　Theresa never thought that this would be done to her.

　　"Zerg..."

　　Theresa whispered.

　　Fortunately, her back was facing away from everyone else.

　　Otherwise this scene cannot be explained.

　　"Hmm?"

　　Zerg blinked.

　　Sugar is a food rich in energy and of course should not be wasted.

　　He made sure no candy was left behind.

　　“…”

　　The tips of Theresa's ears were completely pink.

　　In order to avoid death in the sociological sense, she had to break free from her restraints.

　　The demon king withdrew her finger with a blushing face.

　　This was the first time anyone had done this to her.

　　So weird!

　　But there is something strangely comfortable...

　　No, no, no, Theresa, you are a noble person and you shouldn't have such strange thoughts.

　　If other people knew about this, her life would probably be over.

　　Theresa shook her head and got rid of the strange thoughts in her mind.

　　"Ahem, Zerg, what you did just now was wrong."

　　The Demon King glanced at the Doctor, who had started chatting with other people without her knowing, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

　　fine--

　　Not seen.

　　Otherwise her life would probably be over.

　　Even the loudest shouting couldn't cover it up.

　　"But it's wrong to waste food."

　　Zerg said so.

　　“Yes, it’s wrong to waste food…”

　　Theresa nodded subconsciously.

　　In the war-torn Kazdel, food is naturally not something that can be found everywhere...

　　Then she was silent.

　　It's broken, and seems to be crooked.

　　"Zerg promises..."

　　Before the little boy could say anything shocking, Theresa covered his mouth.

　　If she said this, her life in the sociological sense would probably be over.

　　"hiss……"

　　The demon king gasped.

　　No, I can't control myself anymore.

　　Theresa, remember, you are a noble and moral person!

　　You shouldn't have weird thoughts in your head!

　　Theresa stopped herself from going in a strange direction.

　　"Doctor, I'm going to take Zerg to see Amiya first!"

　　Theresa said so.

　　She couldn't bear it anymore.

　　"Um."

　　The calm hooded woman looked back—

　　Zerg felt the other person's gaze lingering on him a little longer.

　　"Your Highness, please wait for me!"

　　Ascalon retreated into the shadows.

　　"Let's continue with our previous topic, everyone."

　　The commander of the Tower of Babel stood calmly in front of the three girls he had just met.

　　But she couldn't help but take a few more glances at the strange off-road vehicle that had not yet fallen apart.

　　Can Originium Techniques do this?

　　The Doctor thought.

　　Forget it, I’ll study it with Closure later.

　　Right now, the three guys in front of me are more important—

　　There are two heavyweights here.

　　The other one is just a gift.

　　“Tsk.”

　　W gritted her teeth slightly.

　　This guy is more difficult to deal with than an old woman.

　　She judged this based on the conversation just now.

　　"You're so confident in leaving Zerg to her like this, Skadi?"

　　She tried to instigate the Deep Sea Hunter to do something.

　　"I'm relieved."

　　Skadi said so.

　　At least she is much more reliable than guys like Ta, Ki, and Alphabet.

　　“…”

　　After W decided, she would work harder to end Skadi’s tyranny as soon as possible. Zerg will belong to her!

　　The white-horned Sarkaz, holding a long sword, remained silent.

　　She had no interest in talking to the hooded figure.

　　But Zerg didn't call her over, so she might as well stay here.

　　Qui'saršinnag thought silently.

　　That princess will definitely be able to take good care of Zerg.

　　…………

　　Little Cautus girl sitting in the car.

　　Theresa and the Doctor had gone out before.

　　She and the driver were the only ones left in the car.

　　"Brother Logos, has Sister Theresa come back?"

　　Amiya looked at the Sarkaz who was driving.

　　"Wait a moment, Amiya."

　　The Sarkaz who was driving the car replied.

　　"Is Sister Theresa in danger?"

　　The Cautus girl's expression changed slightly.

　　"No."

　　There was no sound of fighting ahead.

　　Ascalon should be back.

　　Perhaps Her Highness is curious about her experience, so she has not returned yet.

　　After all, the Demon King of Sarkaz really likes to listen to the stories of her Sarkaz.

　　“Hmm…”

　　The little Cautus girl sat in her seat, looking up hard into the distance.

　　Brother Logos is a man of few words, and to be honest—

　　Brother Logos is a recent phenomenon.

　　Amiya didn't know what to talk to him about.

　　So now the Cautus girls are a bit bored.

　　"Her Highness Theresa is back."

　　Logos saw a figure appear in the distance.

　　It just seems a little strange.

　　Why did Her Highness Theresa come here holding a child?

　　Sarkaz's expression changed slightly.

　　And her expression was so happy.

　　Could it be...

　　Logos was silent.

　　Will the offspring of the devil become the devil again?

　　He couldn't help but think about it.

　　"Amiya, I'm back!"

　　The Sarkaz Demon King holds a small child.

　　"Thank you for taking care of Amiya, Logos."

　　She thanked him like this.

　　"It's just a small favor, Your Highness."

　　Logos replied.

　　"But Your Highness... this is yours..."

　　He didn't express his guess.

　　After all, guessing wrong would be embarrassing and impolite.

　　"Zerg, this is the friend I found for Amiya."

　　Theresa's mouth curled up slightly.

　　I don't know why, but her face was strangely flushed.

　　Probably because of running.

　　"Come on, Amiya, say hello to Zerg."

　　His Majesty the Demon King said so.

　　"I'm Amiya."

　　the little Cautus girl greeted obediently.

　　"Zerg!"

　　The swarm master who was being held in his arms smiled widely.

　　The person in front of him seemed to be a young organism worth studying!

　　"Nice to meet you, Zerg."

　　Amiya thought about it and stretched out her hand.

　　Zerg took the hand.

　　He blinked.

　　Although I don't understand the use of doing this, Skadi mentioned before that you can hold someone's hand when they extend it.

　　So the Swarm Master did just that.

　　"That Zerg, what do you usually do?"

　　Being stared at by such a lovely person, Amiya couldn't help but lower her head.

　　Zerg is as cute as a rag doll. It must be very comfortable to hug him when you go to sleep at night.

　　Her face was a little red.

　　"What does Zerg usually do..."

　　The Swarm Master fell into deep thought.

　　Eat delicious food.

　　Expand the swarm.

　　Make friends.

　　But it seems that making friends can summarize the first two items.

　　Friends will give Zerg delicious food.

　　Friends will help Zerg find resources and places to develop his swarm.

　　For example, Kiana——

　　Gave Zerg the first resources for the mutant hatchery.

　　Then she helped Zerg find a place with high energy to develop the swarm.

　　"Zerg is always making friends!"

　　So said the Swarm Master.

　　"Huh?"

　　Is Zerg such a powerful person?

　　Amiya's eyes widened.

　　After all, making friends is... a little difficult for Cautus girls nowadays.

　　She was brought up by her elder sister Theresa and seldom met people of her own age.

　　Everyone takes good care of her.

　　But friends... it seems like there are not many.

　　The Cautus girl thought so.

　　"So can Amiya be friends with Zerg?"

　　The girl mustered up her courage and said so.

　　"Sure!"

　　Zerg maintained a happy expression the whole time.

　　Made friends again!

　　The swarm can expand again!

　　"So what games does Zerg usually play with his friends?"

　　Amiya continued to ask.

　　"Hmm...playing games with friends..."

　　What does it mean to play games?

　　The Swarm Master blinked in confusion.

　　Is it something that can make people feel happy and comfortable?

　　He thought so.

　　It seems that there is indeed one!

　　It seems like every friend likes to do the same thing to him.

　　Zerg thought.

　　"Zerg usually plays games like this with his friends!"

　　The Swarm Overlord tried to find a target to demonstrate.

　　And then of course—

　　Recently, the Demon King who was holding him became the target.