The NTR Hero Knelt Before the Demon King

After enduring torture that shook the very essence of her being, Cleopatra finally succumbs.

She begins to recount stories of the past to Eliza, tales from the time of Antonius.

The very stories she vowed never to disclose until ‘that day’ arrived…

General Antonius of the Elf Church Country.

His life, filled with unyielding loyalty to his nation and devout faith in the divine, crumbled one fateful day.

Antonius, who had always lived a life of dignity without shame before others as a true servant of the gods.

However, on that day, everything took a turn for the worse—

The day he lost his beloved sister to the hands of the demon races.

His sister, who matched Antonius in valor and, in some ways, possessed even greater faith, eagerly partaking in what was known as the Holy War against the demons.

The death of his beloved sister awakened feelings of regret and doubt within Antonius’s heart.

Despite her profound faith and her participation in the Holy War dictated by the divine, she met a gruesome end.

If there truly is a god in this world, or rather, if such a being were to exist as a proper entity, how could such a thing occur?

Once the seeds of doubt took root, they began to erode Antonius’s faith, leaving him in such a state that he lived like a shell of a man, unable to lead a normal life.

Then one day.

Someone approached him.

Cicero, a respected scholar and powerbroker of the Elf Church Country.

Having had a relationship with Antonius in the past, he paid a visit to offer words of consolation, and in turn, Antonius opened up about his heart’s turmoil…

His faith was critically shaken, leaving him at a loss for how to proceed.

Observing him,

Cicero smiled gently, filled with compassion.

“Indeed, this war is a grave mistake.

While they may call it a Holy War, in reality, it’s merely a means for the empire and the pope to manipulate others into spilling innocent blood.”

He spoke of a god who incited such circumstances—one that could not be considered normal at all.

Words from Cicero, who was known for his faith, that Antonius never expected to hear.

Antonius felt a wave of deep confusion and questioned what he should do in response.

To which, Cicero replied calmly,

“Serve the true god. One who provides peace and comfort, not a wicked evil god who stirs up greed.”

Antonius found this statement incomprehensible, and at the same time, it felt immensely dangerous.

However, already mentally and physically drained, he began to waver under Cicero’s words.

Cicero then began to explain the existence he referred to as the true god.

Commonly known by the name Amun.

“Amun said, one must correct the distortions of this world. We need to break free from the wicked gods who bind us and use us merely as pieces in their game. We must build a world of our own. Yes… We must prevent those who, like your sister, fall victim to the god’s capriciousness and meet a miserable end.”

“Like… my sister…”

Using his characteristic eloquence, Cicero persuaded and coaxed Antonius.

Gradually, Antonius became entranced by the tales of this Amun, and soon, he abandoned his previous faith in Nelterion to become a devoted follower of Amun.

What came to light afterward was that Amun’s influence had already spread across the continent.

The countless damages suffered during the Racial War and the shock of their eventual defeat plunged people’s faith in Nelterion into turmoil,

Simultaneously bolstering the rising power of the god Amun.

Not only in the Elf Church Country but also in the Falcon Empire, and even in the Beastman Kingdom Jo.

Those who were disappointed in their former god began to embrace Amun, who promised them something new and, unlike before, actively bestowed blessings to fulfill their desires.

Even Antonius, now empowered with a divine power greater than ever before,

was elevated to rank among the most formidable warriors of the Elf Church Country, enjoying increased power and authority.

Yet, despite taking root across the continent like toxic mushrooms,

Antonius and other adherents of Amun never revealed their true identity, conducting all affairs in complete secrecy.

Their primary objective was to eradicate the false idols posed by the gods residing on this land.

To pave the way for Amun’s descent into this world.

To realize this, they needed to move cautiously yet meticulously.

Thus, the war between the Falcon Empire and the Elf Church Country commenced.

And they were actively orchestrating the imminent war between the Falcon Empire and the Magic Kingdom.

The assassination of Octavia was but a means to sow discord between the Demon Kingdom and the Elf Church.

So,

Antonius—

No, Cleopatra,

in her destined fervor, surrendered all her secrets to the tempting pleasure, vowing to protect her life even if it killed her…

Watching her, Eliza was gripped by profound shock as she hurried to report this revelation to the Demon King after casting aside her own hopes.

Ignoring the sounds of Cleopatra’s pleasure-drenched moans ringing in her ears…

“Is… is that truly the case?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. After torturing those elf bastards down to their souls, there’s no doubt it’s true.”

Eliza, with a hard expression, revealed the shocking news to the Demon King.

Beside him, Beelzebub, with a cold expression, fell into deep contemplation.

“Amun… I have never heard such a name, but if it holds any truth, we cannot simply overlook it.”

The acts perpetrated by this Amun were unfolding in nations belonging to the old Racial Alliance, which would be deemed enemy territories for the Demon Kingdom.

In essence, the old foes were annihilating one another in their own delightful carnage, leading to their self-destruction, a situation that might be greeted with welcome delight from the Demon Kingdom.

However, all this was merely a perspective limited to the national level.

If indeed the World Tree were to burn and disappear, and if their other goal of conquering the Magic Kingdom came to pass, it wouldn’t merely mean the fall of a nation, but could trigger a cataclysmic upheaval across the entire continent.

“What shall we do about this? While many things remain uncertain, even the outline suggests that it’s too grand for our Demon Kingdom to tackle alone.”

The looming unseen force not only resided beyond their borders but also seemed to elude grasp even among the nations.

In response, Beelzebub cautiously proposed,

“In my personal view… it seems best to inform the elves of the true situation. After all, we have concrete evidence of the Amun followers attempting to harm Octavia, making it relatively easier to explain the circumstances.”

“Indeed… that does seem…”

While not to dismiss other nations, the elves, having provided assistance, might lend a somewhat willing ear to the Demon Kingdom’s words.

However, at that moment, Eliza, who was listening close by, interjected with a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice.

“But… considering the Elf Church Country will eventually bow to us, fine, but what will we do about those Falcon Empire scoundrels?”

“Hmm…”

“Ha…”

“To be honest, I think it would be best if those filthy human lands simply disappeared. Yes, a crisis has befallen the continent, but that doesn’t justify extending a helping hand to our enemies.”

At Eliza’s words, the two couldn’t help but frown in distaste.

Indeed, while Amun was bad news, their feelings towards the Falcon Empire, who had led the Racial War, were far from warm, even if the fate of the world hung in the balance.

Furthermore, from what they gathered, it appeared that Amun’s actions were primarily being spearheaded by individuals in the Falcon Empire, further solidifying their feelings.

Regarding this matter, Beelzebub spoke to them in a calm voice.

“Then how about this…?”