Milim hovered in the void, her entire body wrapped in a black robe; no one could see the conflicted expression she wore at this moment.
"That guy Carrion, why did he go up first on his own..."
Looking at Albedo, Shalltear, and the rest down below, Milim felt a bit troubled.
"Who should I pick as an opponent..."
Milim fell into deep thought.
"Eh!"
Suddenly, Milim's eyes lit up slightly.
She noticed that Kurumi, who had nothing to do, was sitting on the back of a Mammoth Behemoth watching the show.
"It's been a long time since I've played with Kurumi. I almost didn't recognize her now that she's grown up."
On the back of the Mammoth Behemoth, Kurumi, who had been bored out of her mind, suddenly perked up her cute fox ears for some reason.
She looked up and scanned her surroundings, seemingly trying to find something, but unfortunately found nothing.
Just then.
"Wahahaha!"
"Little fox, you were being quite arrogant just now. Let me come and meet you."
Immediately after, Milim swiftly swept toward her.
"Eh?"
Kurumi tilted her head, her large watery eyes blinking a few times.
"Eh—!!"
She gave a startled cry, then jumped down from the back of the Mammoth Behemoth and ran toward Draco's direction as fast as she could.
"Who are you? Why are you chasing me?!"
Kurumi shouted urgently, her delicate little face flushed red and puffed out in a huff, looking incredibly adorable.
"Muhahaha, I'm going to eat you today! Om nom~"
"Master, help! There's a weirdo here who wants to eat me!!"
With one chasing and the other running, the two instantly drew everyone's attention.
Draco: "..."
"Judging by the voice, it should be Milim."
Draco rubbed his temples and said with some helplessness, "I don't know what kind of nonsense this girl is trying to pull again."
Soon, Kurumi hid behind Draco, poking out her fluffy little head and staring at Milim with full alertness.
"Come over here if you've got the guts!" the little fox shouted with 'milk-fierce' bravado.
"Oho~"
At that moment, Draco frowned and asked, "Milim?"
"Eh?!"
The figure in black was taken aback and said in a bit of a panic, "Who, who's Milim? I'm not her, I don't know her, don't talk nonsense!"
As she spoke, the figure in black also quietly pulled her hood down further, terrified of being recognized.
By this time, Kurumi had naturally realized what was going on.
"Fine then! Milim, you actually dared to scare me! I'm not done with you!"
Saying so, she jumped up and charged straight at Milim.
"You—don't come over here! Watch out or I'll eat you!"
Milim said with false bravado, but her feet involuntarily took a step back.
"Hmph, don't think you can lie to me. I'll know for sure once I rip off your hood."
With a quick shift and turn, Kurumi appeared in front of Milim in a flash.
However, in the next second, Kurumi's pupils suddenly contracted, and she stood frozen on the spot.
In her line of sight, Milim's face was covered by a ghost mask, with hideous, terrifying fangs extending from the lips.
"GHOST—!!"
Kurumi let out a tragic scream, turned, and bolted.
"Hahahaha!!"
Milim, whose hood had been removed, burst into laughter. "This is too much fun!"
Draco couldn't help but shake his head, seeing that Milim had actually brought a ghost mask for herself.
"I am the Great Ghost King, I'm not some Milim!"
One didn't know where Milim got the confidence to think that as long as she wore a mask, others wouldn't recognize her.
While the two were fooling around, the war had entered its final stages.
Yamsa had been surrounded by countless orcs; at this moment, he held the Frozen Magic Sword, struggling to fend off the endless tide of orcs.
As for his thirty thousand soldiers, they were almost all dead or wounded.
Of course, many had survived.
Before long, these soldiers who considered themselves lucky to be alive would learn that sometimes, death is the best release.
Carrion, who was still in the middle of his "fierce battle," noticed the state of the fight and immediately pulled back his weapon.
"Hmph, consider yourselves lucky today. Milim, let's go!"
Upon hearing this, Milim reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fur instantly standing on end.
"Yah! Idiot, you have to call me the Great Ghost King!"
Milim roared in anger, "You're making me so mad!"
"Sigh, let's go, Great Ghost King!"
"That's more like it!"
"Little fox, I'll come back to eat you another day. I'll let you off the hook today. Bye-bye!"
With that, the two vanished into mid-air, leaving everyone looking at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Cocytus, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll have Sebas send people to handle the aftermath."
"Leave it to me, My Lord."
"Cocytus, don't kill that one named Yamsa. He should have quite a bit of intelligence we can dig up."
As the group was leaving, Demiurge gave a specific instruction.
"Rest assured!"
Immediately, a teleportation gate opened, and Draco led the Guardians back to Nazarick.
The first thing he did upon returning was have Sebas head to the battlefield to help with the cleanup.
After all, corpses aren't fresh if left for too long.
These were the favorites of certain people in Nazarick; a major battle like this was a rare opportunity that couldn't be wasted... Bang!
Inside a certain magnificent room, Clayman angrily hurled the crystal ball in his hand onto the floor.
"Useless! All of them are useless!!"
He gnashed his teeth, his eyes cold and venomous like a snake's.
This campaign could be described as a crushing defeat; in just a brief few dozen minutes, he had lost an army of a hundred thousand.
Not only that.
The attitudes of Carrion and Milim also made Clayman exceptionally irritated.
"Those two bastards! To actually fool me like that! Dammit!"
A cold light flared deep in his eyes. "Since it's come to this, don't blame me for being unkind!"
Just then, the figure of a clown suddenly appeared in the shadows of the room.
"Hehe, it seems the plan failed, Clayman."
"Hmph! I was careless, Laplace."
"How are things going on Gelmud's side? The Pig-Headed Emperor should be about finished with his evolution, right?"
"Nope, Gelmud is dead..."
...On the battlefield, Yamsa stood tremblingly before Cocytus.
Looking at how blood wouldn't stop flowing from his body, it was clear this fellow was nearly finished.
However, he still used his sword to prop himself up against the ground, barely holding on.
"You... you cannot kill me. My master is Demon Lord Clayman!"
Cocytus squinted his eyes at the pathetic wretch before him. "As you wish!"
"Any existence that despises the supreme being shall receive hellish punishment!"
"Take him away!"
Nom nom
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