[BOOK II] Chapter XVII: People Are Just Too Horny [1]

Previously

"Go," Ivanka said, before shaking her head. "No, that's not what I wanted to tell you."

She looked me straight in the eyes and with as much emotion she could muster out, she whispered to me.

"I love you."

Suddenly, there was nothing but the two of us. Everything was just right, just perfect and nothing could stand in my way. What perfect three words.

I kissed her three times, one on her forehead, the next on her cheeks and finally, the last one on her lips.

"I love you too." Then, I parted from her strong, warm arms and hopped onto the pegasi who let out a whinny. I patted its soft wings, whispering 'good boy' to him over and over again.

"I'm going to name him 'Aegis'," I told Ivanka. "A shield my lovely goddess gave me."

I turned to Ivanka one last time, as Aegis unfurled his wings before preparing for takeoff. "Goodbye." Then, Aegis flew forward into the portal, and I blacked out, leaving behind my lover and temporary home of one month.

With one swing, Elm slayed the 70th Demon Lord, and watched in grim silence as it's body went up in flames. The Demon Lord must have thought it's soul would return back to hell and revive but unfortunately for it, it's opponent was the 777th incarnation of the Celestial Hero equipped with the Holy Sword Of Promised Victory - Caliburn, one of the three holy equipments required to defeat the Demon God once and for all.

"Seal."

A single word uttered, and the demonic soul of the 70th Demon Lord was sucked, and devoured by the glimmering golden sword of victory without so much as a peep.

The imperial army of the Valterran Kingdom, waiting upon the northern plains, far north of Elm's hometown, all had their jaws dropped so down the floor it would be impossible to pick it up again. But was it their fault?

Under the royal order of the sixth princess, they had assembled into a number of five thousand, with the weakest soldier being of Emblem Iron Rank. One might think it was a little overkill but since a demon lord was personally coming to play, all five thousand had marched into the northern plains with grim faces, wondering why their beloved princess would order them to their deaths, with such a stupid plan that didn't sound like something she would say.

"Just Keep Them Busy."

That was what their beloved princess, and the smartest strategist in their kingdom told the commanders, and onwards to the soldiers. If it was from anyone else, they would have burst in anger, and thrown a revolt against the crown. But, this was from their beloved princess, and their trust was hers to keep.

After all, not everyone had the smarts to trick one of the strongest House-Heads Of Hell into giving up their power before using said power to kill the House-Head.

So, they marched, and when the trumpet blew, every one of the six thousand soldiers roared and fought against the horrible onslaught of demons that cared naught for mercy, all the while the 70th House-Head watched on with boredom, with balls of gravity orbiting around it's 10 foot tall demonic body. Sometimes, it would throw some of said gravitons towards the army, which would then expand rapidly into a miniature black-hole that decimated both it's lesser demons and the Valterran army.

But, what did it care? They all looked, smelt, and tasted the same to it anyway. It was even thinking of just killing all six-thousand in one fell swoop, before it's head had been cut off, and it's core crushed.

It died without even knowing who killed it.

But the army saw what happened. A certain Celestial Hero had appeared in a blink and speed-blitzed the 70th House-Head like it was just a bug on the sidewalk. A Demon Lord, A Head of House had been killed just like that.

But, the lesser demons were still here. The army prepared to fight back but realized that within a blink, all the lesser demons had died. In a blink, the lesser demons went from almost slicing their throats to having their own cores sliced up, before burning into purplish flames.

"Seal."

A whisper carried by the winds, and all the souls of the lesser demons were sucked into the golden sword.

Elm looked over the Valterran army with eternal boredom in her golden eyes, not even disappointed that a mere 70th Demon Lord wasn't her match anymore. After a month of training, accelerated by the constitution of the Celestial Hero and her smarts, not to mention having equipped her Holy Sword, only something of the Top 5 Demon Lords would be able to damage her.

It was unfair, but did she care? No, everything was just gray again. Back to how it'd been.

She glanced over the army, before whispering once more. "Teleport." Then, she disappeared in a flash of light, leaving behind a stunned army of soldiers who still couldn't process what had just happened.

***

Hero's Room, The Golden Castle

"5 seconds," Someone said. "How odd that you take so long to defeat a mere low-ranked Demon Lord."

That was the first thing Elm heard as she re-appeared in her room which was simply a larger version of her old room since she specifically requested that they not add anything to the room except a bed big enough for two people.

Elm glanced down at the person in front of her.

She was a dainty little thing. Wearing a royal white dress, she sported a slender, small figure that many would be jealous of. Honestly, there was nothing on the little girl that people wouldn't be jealous of, from the mythical-grade trinkets and amulets on her olive brown skin to the silky, silver hair that seemed to flow like the smoothest waves ever recorded. Oh, her face was nothing to scoff at either - with silvery eyes compact with a mischievous smile that told everything you needed to know about her.

But, of course how would anyone know that such a young, little girl was home to the powers of one of the deadliest Demon Lords ever to live and the most devious mind in history.

"4," Elm retorted.

"Ah, so you were counting after all," She replied.

"What do you need, Eliza?"

"It's the second princess, Eliza to you," Eliza giggled. "I'm joking, of course. Don't go destroying the country just because I made a joke now."

Elm just deadpanned, not wanting to repeat herself. Even Eliza, the greatest strategist in history, wasn't able to endure the staring those cold, dead eyes drilled into you.

"Well, I was partially joking when I asked you my question," Eliza said. "Why did you take so long?"

"You are not privy to the answer," Elm started, but this was Eliza, someone whose help she would require very, very soon.

"I was distracted."

That made Eliza's silvery eyes sparkle. "Oh?" She thought over what could make the oh-so-focused Celestial Hero of legend distracted. "You were thinking about him, weren't you?"