Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Valtrude lost the Divine Subjugator, the sword of the devil, and the beloved wife of the evil god and evil disappeared according to her own possession.

Everyone loses their words to a curtain pull they never imagined.

One exception, only parties.

"Yut, what are you going to do with that?

Verga, whose eyes are open but do not move from the throne and do not utter a word. Referring to it, ask the Archmage (Arch Mage) about the Cathedral Knight (Paladin).

"Oh...... No, thanks. Excuse me. I mean, are you okay?

Valtrude answers without consignment to Yut, who has managed to reply.

"I'm fine. We also have spare weapons."

She's right, preparing subwebpons is common sense if you're an adventurer. I recently pulled out Adamantine's long sword (long sword), which I only used to cut out rocks, and I am prepared for it.

"That's not what I meant..."

"Yut, I'll take care of Val"

"Mr. Arcia..."

The Devil's Sword is not just a weapon. For Valtrude, a symbol of faith. It's part of the feat she's been remitting. I lost that, so even if it looks like it always does on the surface, I can't just take it as it is.

More importantly, the sacrifice saved me. Whatever you do, you can't reward it.

"Yut. If you were in the opposite position, what would you say?

"... Regards"

I was still cruising, scolded with a slightly tough voice.

Conversely, what would you think if Yut sacrificed something important and saved Val's people's lives?

It is decided.

You would answer that you just did the obvious.

Yut moves out.

Put your hands on the head of the person you love most and stroke your hair proud of its superb feel.

"Thanks. Thank God."

"Uhm. I'll take care of the rest, Yut"

The lovers intertwined their gaze only for a moment, and then broke up.

I can't tell you anything from a concubine.

You should be glad that the enemy's weapon disappeared - herself, a weapon that has been scratched many times - and did. But it is an indisputable fact that the souls of my parents were saved, albeit the phantom.

Tell Valtrude that, and he'll say it's to save Yut.

So I won't say anything. Is that the “conscience” of the evil demigod? The little Verga chose silence and followed Yut's back to himself.

"Ugh."

Seeing that, Jonah raised her grudge of dissatisfaction, but the protest remained there.

(On the other hand, you're scared of the rest)

With that in mind, Yut is relative to Verga on the throne.

The double helix, pitch-black, wrapping her body, was even thicker. If this expanded further and reached its limits, a spiral of despair (reliouria) would appear.

Yut reaches out to the evil demigod and touches his cheek.

Act as if you know it's the right thing to do.

Next, touch her eyelids and let her close her eyes.

The moment Yut took his hand off Verga, the world was engulfed in pitch black.

A pitch-black space that stretches everywhere.

All directions. Endless spread wherever you go.

At its center - if there is one - Yut was alone with Verga, who sleeps on the throne.

"Snort, the realm of despair or something."

No, we weren't alone.

Another little Verga whispers in her ear as she rides Yut's shoulder.

It seems the concubine has moved from a spiral of despair to a space of contact.

"I mean, if we do something about that Verga, will the spiral of despair return us to the original world?"

The spiral of despair in eternal sleep, due to the gods of good and evil. “Doors” like Obelisk are needed when they appear on the ground.

This time, the red-haired empress assumed the role.

Conversely, I mean, you just have to get rid of Verga with a "door”.

To make that happen, a small Verga set up the calculations. By following the procedure of defeating Daxtum and Beatrice, we set the law (the rule) of freeing her from the “door".

And Yut is here.

All you have to do is wipe out Verga.

The point is, kill him.

"I don't mind if I do - and this concubine will think"

"What do you think of the evil demigod's" conscience ”?

"I don't mind if my son-in-law chooses it voluntarily."

"Too much paper"

In an instant, it erases the bitterness and focuses the consciousness on Verga.

Unexpectedly, memories with her came along like a running lantern.

To put it succinctly - it's a history that kept getting annoyed. But unexpectedly, even myself, it didn't seem like everything was a bad memory.

Still, memories in the spiritual world may be affecting it.

"It's possible that the Redemption made me weirdly positive."

Either way, I've lost my temper to physically do something about her.

Again, reach for Verga's face. I have no other intention. Because the others are covered with double spirals.

"Not for long...... but you've been an intense relationship"

Yut opened his mouth.

"I left Verga flirting with me, but when I finished, well, it wasn't fun at all. I'm sorry twice."

What to say. What should I say?

My head is blank.

Yet words overflowed from next to next.

"I'll spend the rest of my life loving Val Zhuyin and Arcia."

Just a little, I care about the little Verga over my shoulder.

But I can't help what I said. I'm not even willing to undo it.

"So, Verga. You can't accept that love. I can't accept it."

Clear rejection.

Nevertheless, he said, "Then should we be able to honestly receive it?" Verga. "No, I even run it.

Yut leaks a slight bitter smile.

Keep it up, dozens of seconds.

I breathed, put my thoughts together, and opened my mouth again.

"But I think it's a shame we broke up like this"

Maybe I was hoping.

Decades later, to be reunited with her resurrected. And to speak of this annoying and beautiful demigod of evil with Valtrude and Acorn and Arcia and Jonah and Exile and Larcia as memories.

Of course, if you're going to let me out a little, I'll intercept you with all my might.

But that won't happen.

I don't think she can be resurrected like any other god, trapped in a spiral of despair.

"Well, this wouldn't be cheating"

A little Verga, who finished hearing Yut's confession, stretched his back at his best.

A lip as small as that fairy touches that of Yut.

"Nobody's watching."

"I can hear my conscience."

Not growing at all. Both.

He is attacked by disgust as he muddles his lips with the hem of his robe.

Leaving him like that, little Verga approached herself and lay her lips on top of herself.

That's the last trigger. Hearing Yut's confession, knowing his sincerity, pulls Verga out of despair, where he has only been a little satisfied.

A pitch-black double helix that covered Verga twisted heavily.

Beyond that, a twisted giant. Synthetic organisms mixed with a number of marine organisms. A collection of featherworms wrapped around a tuna. An illusion of a mass of energy without an entity floats.

But that's all.

So, over.

The world gradually regains its color. Black breaks down and changes to 10,000 colors.

"It's goodbye."

"Well, how about that"

She was still a believer, but it only sounded strong as the two gradually mingled and collapsed.

"The concubine tells the people!

In that case, the Redhead Empress uses the last of her secrets (Sacramento).

Surprisingly, that's a word for the Empire.

"The concubine will soon be gone. Therefore, I will determine my successor."

By means of a secret, it speaks directly to the hearts of all subjects.

"For the successor of the concubine, be the strongest! Much contest, champion, live a world of war but good!

To its content, Yut was stunned.

Not much to say. Speaking of which, that's the only way to describe it.

"To chaos in the world, to affirm desire, and to repel evil. then the concubine will eventually descend and bless the winner"

Remember, the great evil demigod.

The concubine belongs to the empress until a drop of blood.

Therefore fill the world with wickedness so that its resurrection may be quicker even for a moment.

"Come on, son-in-law. Do concubines wait for the hour in heaven?"

"... Already, do as you please"

"Sometimes, you don't mind coming to see me from my son-in-law, do you?

"Shut up, just go"

Making it more sinister than necessary, Yut turned sideways.

(What's wrong, it's a shame we broke up like this. I don't think he'll be resurrected like any other god. Isn't he willing to come back to life?

The wind blew.

Cold night breeze.

But it was also a clean breeze that scattered the starch.

The realm of despair disappeared.

Returning to the Brewers, Yuut remained silent without moving from the spot.

The black cocoon doesn't exist anymore.

At sea under my eyes, I can see the Tubasa. Guys, I think we got out.

The world crisis has left.

Verga's gone, too.

How much would I have done that?

Yut returns to me in a cold Shizuku that wets his cheeks.

It was raining. Except for the empty holes of nothingness in heaven.

(Under that, shall we even stay in the rain?)

I kicked the thought myself.

There are other places to go. No, should I say there's nothing else?

Yes. Next to her is where we should go home.

When I leave, I want to be on Valtrude's side. I want you to stay. And get ready for the wedding.

"What exactly do you prepare from, that's where you start. We have to do something about Val's weapon."

A pile of problems. I can feel my lack of planning. But I can't withdraw more than I said. I'm not even willing to.

To grasp the infinite future, Yut slowly went down to where his beloved waited.