Emilia’s Hidden Plan (1)

I definitively can't leave this place. In the current situation, leaving would allow Emilia to defeat my girls easily.

Even though it looks like I did not participate in the previous battle, just my presence here acts as a form of deterrence against Emilia. Without me, an Immortal like Emilia has thousands of ways to defeat my girls without violating the rules.

Likewise, it's the same for me. As long as Emilia is on the other side, I'm also greatly restrained.

This kind of restraint is very strong. Not just my abilities, but also my senses have been greatly restrained. Right now, all my focus is completely on Emilia. That is the reason I did not notice the danger E'Athar was facing.

Even diverting my senses for an instant is dangerous. In fact, I risked a lot when I checked E'Athar's situation just a moment ago. If Emilia noticed it, she could have taken advantage of that opportunity to do something without me noticing.

Thus, if I want to help E'Athar in this situation, there is only one option.

A clone.

Normally, I would not do something like this. Unlike Ysnay, whose ability allows her to create clones without weakening herself, I need to put a part of my power and soul in any clone I create (unless it's a simple energy clone, but that kind is not suitable for this situation).

In other words, every clone I create weakens me, even if only very slightly.

According to my calculations, I need to send a clone at the twelfth layer at the very least if I consider the possibility that Bringer of End or Emilia could be related to the situation in the Daemon Empire.

I can create a clone like that with just a millionth of my power. But losing that millionth of my power right now could be fatal if the worst situation possible happens.

But despite that, I decided to take the risk after considering everything.

There is a power in this body that I can use to create the clone. A power that won't weaken me even if I use it completely.

Mana.

My path, Immortal Soul, gives me an almost endless amount of soul energy that I can use to fuel my attacks. Using mana instead of it to fight is redundant and idiotic.

The only reason I bothered to cultivate mana in this life was that it was the main source of energy of this world and that I never expected to fight other Immortals during this life.

Against mortals, and even gods, mana would have been more than enough.

But against an opponent such as Emilia, this little amount of mana in my body is insignificant.

Thus, I decided to use it as the main source of energy for my clone.

With a thought, I separated a very small fragment of my soul and used it to create a body identical to mine. Then, I transferred my mana and a bit of my soul power to this clone.

In a few minutes, a clone identical to me appeared in front of me.

This clone had a cultivation of the fifteenth layer and was just one step away from becoming an Irregular. It should be enough to take care of the situation on E'Athar's side (I hope).

Even if it can't take care of the situation, this clone is connected to me. It will help me to collect information.

Once the clone was ready, I spoke to him.

"You know what to do."

"Understood, main body."

The clone then grabbed the arm of the daemon messenger, who was stupefied after seeing what I had just done.

"Let's go."

"Huh? Ah?"

In the next second, the clone stepped across space together with the daemon girl, moving towards the daemon empire.

But in the middle of the trip, a fluctuation of fate suddenly intercepted the clone.

Surprised, the clone narrowed his eyes warily and looked at the woman that intercepted them.

Black hair, black eyes, and an otherworldly beauty that challenged the reasoning of mortals.

She was the greatest Seer in existence, my old friend and lover, and an Immortal just like me.

"Long time no see you, Willian."

She, the Witch of Endless Fates, looked at me and smiled tenderly.

Ysnay had appeared.

…

Meanwhile, in the camp of the Beastkin Army.

The beastkin Irregulars were kneeling in front of a petite figure. Every one of them was looking at the ground nervously, too afraid to raise their heads in front of the figure before them.

The little girl with blood-red eyes, golden-red hair, and the features of a foxkin looked at the Irregulars coldly. For several minutes, she said nothing, just looking at them.

The pressure coming from this little girl was so overwhelming that every one of the Irregulars was drenched in cold sweat. They felt as though they were going to die in the next second.

But when they were about to faint due to the pressure, the little girl finally moved her gaze away.

"What a shame. I never thought that your performance would be so disappointing."

The beastmen kneeling in front of her gulped a mouthful of saliva and felt their bodies turn cold. Some of them were shivering intensely, as though they could see themselves dying under the hands of the little girl due to their mistakes.

Finally, a wolfkin girl gathered her courage and spoke up.

"… S-Sorry for disappointing you, Your Majesty. I-It was my fault. I... I deserve to die."

Emilia glanced at Selena indifferently and shook her head.

"It's not time for you to die yet. Don't worry, you will have another chance to defeat them soon."

"Understood! I won't disappoint you!"

"I hope so. Even so, these girls are stronger than I expected. Fortunately, I prepared a backup plan. Now I only need to wait for the perfect opportunity to implement it."

Just at that moment, Emilia raised an eyebrow. Then, her lips curved up into a sweet smile.

"And it looks like the opportunity already appeared. You should not be distracted during our game, dad."

Quickly, she created a ball of energy on her hand and threw it away. It flew towards the distance, at a place hundreds of kilometers away.

This process took an instant. Moreover, she had done it during the brief instant when Claus used a part of his senses to observe the daemon empire. Thus, not even he noticed it.

The trump card she prepared to defeat her dad was ready.

"Get ready. We will attack again tomorrow at dawn."