"You're too weak!"

Charlette looked at A·Gedora in front of her, her expression indifferent: "Although I wasn't supposed to have any expectations of you, even when he gave you a chance, you still couldn't defeat him. Fighting until exhausted and still failing to achieve victory, you're really too weak."

A·Gedora did not deny Charlette's words; he merely said, "I couldn't defeat him, so I can't defeat the Demon King. This might be the difference between him and me, even if you shaped me in his image, but—Charlette, the ones who failed are you, not me."

Charlette's face immediately changed, divine power rising from her, making her extremely imposing: "What did you say?"

"I said, the ones who failed are you, not me. You thought I was like him, but in fact, I am not. You thought the work was complete, but it wasn't; instead, it has significant flaws. Do you think the problem lies in me as the work?"

He looked at Charlette questioningly: "Aren't you a bit too thick-skinned? As a work, I've exhausted all my strength. It's not my fault; I've taken on everything."

"You really aren't him! A thing like you, such an imperfect work..."

"Do you want to destroy me?"

A·Gedora looked at Charlette, spreading his arms: "Then go ahead, Charlette. It's not a strange thing, born as a tool to overcome another self, yet unable to fulfill the tool's purpose. As a work, I am indeed a flawed piece, although this flaw is caused by you... you should take responsibility and scrap me as this defective work."

"... "

Adriana finally spoke up: "Even killing you is meaningless. In this instance, we were the ones calculated against, and the one who plotted is the Wise King. The plan to create you was a decision made by the Wise King to provoke Doro; he achieved his own goal. Now that Doro has become the Human King... what's the use of killing you? To create another puppet that may or may not surpass Doro? No, that's not possible."

Hidden Nephilim also spoke: "Regardless, this boring plan is over. Charlette, if you must kill him, do it yourself. Now it's time to do something else. Joining a faction, considering what it will cost, are all matters needing careful thought. The White Church cannot remain uninvolved, and you can only choose Doro. Charlette, perhaps you should think about how your church will explain to Doro or, in other words, offer a pledge."

She stepped into the shadows of darkness.

Charlette stared at A·Gedora for a while; she finally seemed to give up on something, the pressure on her fading. She merely sighed and said, "Forget it, go wherever you want. Since you were created, it seems absurd to kill you again. This doesn't align with the doctrines of the White Church. Go live your own life. Since you exist in this world, why not experience it well?"

She also turned and left.

A·Gedora raised his hand... why not experience it well?

He has corresponding memories, he knows what this world is like, Is there a need to repeatedly experience what he already knows? Or is there perhaps a different feeling to be had?

He doesn't know, but he is the Hero.

Even if he is not acknowledged by others, even in utter defeat, he still believes himself to be the Hero. In such a vast world, there surely must be a place that needs him—as for the so-called Human King and Demon King—that's entirely about domination through violence.

He does not acknowledge it.

...

The Wise King looked at her own body; she knew Mohe was a being with a wicked sense of humor, yet she still felt the strong malice because... now she had to look up to see the Demon King!

How can she accept this!

The Demon King is now originally a little girl, yet she made herself even smaller than her! What is she doing? Could she have some special preference in this regard?

Everything seemed so immense!

"Hmm, not bad, Wise King, you look much more pleasing this way, at least compared to before. You would look better if your expression were a bit colder. This face suits a cold expression and would surely attract a bunch of perverts."

The Demon King is not human at all.

Well, she wasn't human to begin with.

"So, Demon King, did you resurrect me just to insult me for revenge? It's not something surprising."

The Wise King maintained her cold demeanor, striking a composed posture: "If you think this is all it takes to humiliate me, then your vision as a Demon King is rather narrow."

"Humiliate you? Do you think such things have any meaning for me?"

Mohe asked with a smile: "You should consider that I respect you. After all, I was outmaneuvered by you in this round; I thought I watched over everything in this world but failed to consider your perspective. That's mutual understanding among you humans, which I'm indeed not very good at. However, Wise King, do you think Doro can be a good Human King?"

"Judging by the standards of a king, he certainly won't do well."

"So why did you do it?"

"But if it's just to mimic you, he'll certainly do fine. Demon King, how did you rule as the Demon King, that's how he can rule as the Human King. Having the power to destroy everything, to create everything, the lonely Demon King over the long years, the solitary throne... your stance of ruling the world, I believe he will soon come to understand."

Mohe chuckled: "You truly are a thorough human supremacist. In past years, I haven't seen anyone quite like you, yet they all disappeared in the flow of time. Could you be an exception?"

"I don't need to be an exception; someone must do something for their race. Merely wishing to be a good person, to gain fame, isn't the pursuit of one who truly wants to get things done. Life is short, Demon King, and with eternal life, you will never understand the human concept of life and death. Human's urgency for time, their longing and pursuit of time."

The Wise King is indeed very arrogant; she dared to directly say Mohe doesn't understand. Very few in this world have the qualification to say Mohe doesn't understand. At least Mohe doesn't think the Wise King is one of them.

But—

Perhaps she doesn't truly understand humans; otherwise, she wouldn't have been defeated by Doro.

"So, are you going to help me with my matters, or help Doro with his?"

"Can I still choose?"

"Of course. I left something on you; you can choose who you help, but bear the consequences."

The Wise King sighed: "I still harbored extra expectations for you, this Demon King."

"Being the Demon King doesn't mean having a big vision. Being the Demon King doesn't mean being able to tolerate everything. I've seen too much, experienced too much. So anything I do requires no explanation, no need for shame, no need for disgrace."

"I will help you—even though you might not need it."

"It's okay; what you need to do is wear a cute maid outfit in the mansion to serve me tea, that's your task."

The Wise King looked speechlessly at Mohe, realizing that Mohe was actually serious.

She thought she might have guessed wrong about something: "You and he will face off, right?"

"Of course, that's no secret. Anyone with a bit of intelligence knows we will definitely have another confrontation, but when do you think that will be?"

Mohe said with a sly smile: "Just as you said, I will never understand you short-lived humans' values, and you humans will never understand the values of long-lived beings like me and Doro. For us, with eternity... time is the cheapest thing, not even costly, and through time, we can obtain so much. Even if a clash is to occur, whether it's a hundred years later, a thousand years later, or even ten thousand years later... all are possible, just that you might not live to see it."

The Wise King fell silent; she knew the Demon King wasn't lying. The scale of time for eternal beings is perhaps without wings, and all of existence might just be their consumables, casually replaced and used—overlooking all things in the world.

This is what it means to have eternal life...

It was the first time the Wise King had such an exchange with the Demon King; in the past, such a thing was almost impossible. But the more she communicated with the Demon King, the more she sensed the terror of such life.

"In any case, saying all this has no meaning, go change your clothes! I've tailored an outfit for you."

"... Okay."

The one leading the Wise King to change clothes was Noel.

"Thunder Emperor, you... you and I have fallen to the same situation."

Noel was also dressed in a cute maid outfit.

"Actually, the work of a maid is not bad; personally, I find it much simpler than before. I used to think it was something for servants, but thinking it over, what are we in the Demon King's eyes if not servants? Furthermore, the maid outfit is quite stylish; Mohe has got a decent taste. And if we serve her nicely, she rewards us with a smile, which is not bad at all."

She said, realizing perhaps for the first time that by being a maid, shedding all pretense, she could finally recognize herself clearly. "

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