The opulent dining hall brimmed with tantalizing aromas.
From afar, rare steaks oozed crimson juices.
Colorful dishes arrayed on the table—perfect in sight, scent, and promise of taste.
Freshly sated, Kaiser still felt tempted.
He dove into the feast, flavors lingering delightfully.
Chewy textures sparked appreciation.
In moments, the table cleared like a whirlwind.
But soon, Mine could eat no more, cradling her belly contentedly.
Sheele remained dazed until Kaiser pulled her over.
"Don't just watch."
He patted her head.
"Oh."
Sheele blinked, mimicking Mine, savoring the spread.
Kaiser stroked her hair, bringing another dish.
"Try this—great texture, boosts strength."
"N-No, Master, I'm…"
Toes curling in shoes, Sheele clutched her tummy, nearly fainting.
Small appetite; Master's feeding pushed her to the brink.
Onlookers swallowed instinctively.
Recalling dread: full yet force-fed.
"Bad place to linger."
Eriri's eyes darted; light flashed underfoot as she tried slipping away.
Next instant, handsome eyes loomed close.
"Eriri…"
Seeing salvation, Sheele rallied, escaping hunched.
Eriri's mouth twitched; she shook head frantically.
"Master, no—at least let me…"
Words cut by slap.
Smack!
Moderate print blended into lingering pink.
"No overthinking. Others busy—you idle?"
"You'll assist comrades."
This peerage member should've desensitized by now.
Still green.
Needed stronger medicine.
But Kaiser patient—could wait.
Eriri: "…"
Surrounded by approaching comrades.
Mouth twitched.
Sighed helplessly.
Fine.
Best outcome.
Spoiled rich—little chores.
But cleaning doable.
Chaotic hall ordered with her help.
Unknowingly, midnight.
"Phew!"
Eriri exited, massaging arms.
Labor intense.
Hands soft from mopping.
But…
Glancing back, expression complicated.
Dear Mom.
Your cute daughter's future—unimaginable.
…
Midday.
Sun warm yet glaring.
Peerage busy lately.
Kaiser rare idle time.
He reviewed files.
Teigu research data.
Cheats aside, self-enrichment useful.
Might need someday.
Time passed.
Sun shifted.
Tap tap tap.
Familiar footsteps.
"Esdeath?"
Kaiser set papers down.
"Nothing. Revolutionary Army launching full assault."
Esdeath casual. "All-in gamble."
"Intel: million strong."
"And?"
Kaiser unmoved, amused. "Your doing?"
Million army?
Ants bite elephants true—but which ants?
Revolutionary rabble.
He or Esdeath alone sufficed.
Bluntly: their numbers from Esdeath and Najenda's orchestration.
Lure for total annihilation—end threats.
"Many comrades low-level. Good chance."
"Mm, sensible."
Kaiser's eyes lit, nodding thoughtfully.
Million mobs.
Even fraction yielding experience—decent haul.
That day.
Night like water.
Outside capital—pitch black, devouring beast.
Shiho and Eriri gazed, inexplicable oppression rising.
Unlike others, pre-devilhood no combat.
True battlefield now.
War pending, but instinctive pressure.
Raynare's group unfazed.
Such scenes trivial.
Even ex-ordinary Vermouth and Akemi adjusted swiftly.
"Prepare—they come."
Kaiser on throne, overlooking walls.
Darkness no barrier.
Countless forces gathered like tide.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Time passed.
Dark forest thundered like myriad storms.
Myriad hooves; earth dragon turning.
Dust billowed endlessly, waves crashing higher.
Capital quaked.
Distant view: shadows dense, hooves pounding, blades unsheathing ceaselessly.
Skyward killing intent assaulted.
"This… real war?"
First-timers Shiho and Eriri awestruck.
Even Akemi and Vermouth wide-eyed.
"Experience—all experience."
Ravel thrilled.
"Master, start?"
"Whenever."
Ravel plummeted skyward at his word.
Others followed, leaping walls.
Even Shiho.
Numbers daunting.
But devils now.
Most importantly—second peerage; no lagging.
Only Eriri trembled, peeking down.
Terrifying.
"Scared?"
"Mm-hmm."
Eriri nodded. "Master, can I skip?"
"Of course…"
Eriri relaxed—prematurely.
"No."
Kaiser grinned kindly, pushing firmly.
"Spread wings—or ground hurts."
Eriri's eyes bulged, disbelief flashing.
This Master—forcing her this way?
Not favored?
Or uneaten discrimination?
Right—wings.
Or pain.
Kaiser's words echoed.
Instinctively, black wings unfurled, sparing intimate ground contact.
"Kill!"
Slaughter roared.
Bloody intent blanked her mind.
"Damn—don't underestimate!"
Eriri's twintails whipped; instinct unleashed power.
Boom!
Explosions erupted.
Like grenades devastating ground.
"Aaah…"
Wails endless.
Revolutionary soldiers screamed once—bodies shredded.
Eriri landed amid corpses, retching.
"You'll habituate after this."
Shiho beside her, eyelid twitching.
Déjà vu strong.
"…"
Eriri paused.
Tone full of stories.
Shiho reminded: "Low-Class devil—stay edges. Avoid encirclement."
"Thanks."
First time, Eriri respected seniors.
Off Master's bed—normal people?
Meanwhile.
Kaiser instructed: "Esdeath, watch comrades."
"Understood, Master."
She leapt without hesitation.
Flap!
Devil wings spread; she soared battlefield.
This vantage—react instantly to mishaps.
Time flowed.
Blood thick in air.
Boom!
Eriri waved; magic tore bodies.
Silence at carnage.
Days ago—ordinary school beauty.
Now devil, warring other world.
Absurd.
But…
Retreating revolutionaries.
Winning.
Empire side—just their peerage.
Dreamlike.
First profound grasp of devil power.
Dozens routed million.
Then Master's power—how great?
New feeling toward that lewd-minded Master.
Being his woman… not bad.
Kaiser on throne.
Occasional fruit wine sip; system panel view.
[Experience 1]
[Experience 5]
[Experience 10]
Nice.
Peerage labored; he reclined gaining.
Then soldier approached fast.
Dark-skinned, rugged.
Indistinguishable from masses.
But sensed—woman.
Teigu user.
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