The NTR Hero Knelt Before the Demon King – Chapter 62

### Eliza’s ‘Gift’ to Me

Just moments ago, while I was thinking about how to handle the freshly created Dark Elf in front of me for the next two years, Eliza’s voice broke into my thoughts.

“Um… Hero? So, what do you think?… Do you like my gift?”

She asked with a slightly nervous tone.

At that moment, I noticed her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her face held a look of anticipation for something.

With her bright red eyes shining with eagerness, she looked up at me like a cat waiting for praise.

Feeling gratitude towards her for presenting me with this ‘gift’ that was bowing before me, I responded sincerely.

“Yes, I truly like it. This is exactly what I wanted to educate this one properly someday, and I’m incredibly grateful that you managed to catch her and even take care of her afterwards.”

“U-Understood? I’m relieved, then! I was worried you wouldn’t like it… To be honest, I did contemplate whether it might be better for you to handle her directly, considering she has a bad history with you.”

“No, you did well. Of course, part of me wanted to inflict pain directly, but honestly, I probably wouldn’t be able to give her the same level of suffering that Eliza-sama has given.”

“Well… if you say so, then I’m thankful.”

Eliza blushed modestly as she displayed a smile of gratitude at my words.

Seeing her, who embodied the appearance of a young girl, displaying such feelings, I started to feel a warm, fuzzy sensation within me.

‘What should I say… It’s like watching my little cousin jump with joy after getting a perfect score on a math test from mom…’

And as I was contemplating her appearance, I suddenly recalled something the Demon King had told me previously.

In the Demon King’s eyes, Eliza was considered a subordinate and sister-like figure.

Though she usually acts haughty, she surprisingly craved compliments and could become close to you if you treated her nicely.

Especially according to the Demon King, when she returned from a mission and got her head patted, she would become incredibly fond of it.

Recalling this fact, I began to extend my hand cautiously.

And then…

“Ah…”

I gently patted Eliza’s head.

As I stroked her warm, soft hair, showing my gratitude and praise, I thought it might seem a bit embarrassing.

However, to be brutally honest, from the outside, it was just an older brother petting his elementary or middle school sister, so there was no awkwardness about it at all.

Crucially, Eliza showed no resistance to my actions at all and began to exude clear happiness.

Her face turned red, with a melted smile upon her lips.

Her body seemed to tremble slightly, implying she felt good.

It was almost reminiscent of a cat being petted by its master.

Inwardly, I nodded, feeling that this somewhat impulsive decision was indeed the right one.

‘I heard she grew up without a father, so it makes sense that she might feel lonely… In that sense, it’s natural for her to enjoy being praised like this, right?’

In actuality, as Eliza often cuddles and acts cute around her mother, Elias, I started to think that such behaviors between close comrades might be quite natural.

So, I continued to pet her head for a while, expressing my ‘thanks’, and Eliza began to lean against me with a smile, as if she wanted me to keep stroking her.

*

Eliza was receiving head pats from the Hero.

At that moment, she was enveloped in a thick ecstasy she had never experienced before, caught in profound happiness.

‘Ah… the Hero is petting my head…’

Being in a situation where someone she loved was expressing affection towards her.

Given that she often received such treatment from her close comrades due to her notably young appearance, this act could be seen as a simple greeting.

Just a week ago, the Demon King had also praised her and gave her head pats for doing her job well.

Yet…

In this moment, the petting she received from the Hero felt entirely different from those typical experiences.

While the usual pats from the Demon King or her mother felt like water with a spoonful of sugar mixed in, what the Hero was doing now felt like the sweetest honey imaginable.

‘The Hero’s touch… feels so good… plus, he’s skilled…’

This stroke made her feel as if she possessed the joy of the entire world.

In fact, his petting skills were surprisingly more excellent than anyone she had ever experienced, including her mother.

Touching her hair with just the right amount of pressure, gently stimulating her acupoints, it brought her a profound sense of stability and calm.

Coupled with her existing fondness for the Hero, it was all too overwhelming, leading her to experience intense happiness.

‘This petting feels so incredibly good… I think I might get addicted… Ah… the Hero is simply the best… I don’t want to give this up to anyone…’

In this way, Eliza started to deepen her obsession with the Hero, feeling joy at his ‘gratitude,’ which brought her happiness beyond her imagination.

And shortly after.

After a rather long yet fleeting petting time, Eliza, managing to suppress the flood of emotions of disappointment and excitement, gazed at the Hero and spoke.

“Hmm… well, let’s put the greetings aside for now… the real problem is what to do with this one.”

With that, she glanced at Amelda, the Dark Elf, who was still quietly huddled on the floor.

Then, Han she cautiously asked, stealing a glance at the Hero.

“Since she has been made into a Dark Elf… what does the Hero want to do with her? Currently, she is under my control since I’ve just brainwashed her, but I can hand her over to you right away if you’d like.”

Even though she expended quite a bit of magic due to the high strength of the original High Elf, frankly, at this point, Eliza didn’t care much about what happened to this girl.

While she could be quite a useful asset in terms of combat power, what mattered most to her was earning the Hero’s favor.

If the Hero desired, she could transfer ownership to him immediately.

Alternatively, if necessary, she could simply pull out her limbs, gouge out her eyes, and then decapitate her.

However, the Hero thought for a moment and then slowly shook his head.

“I’m fine. The moment she became a Dark Elf, she has likely experienced the worst possible ordeal she could face; I see no reason to concern myself further.”

“Hmm? Is that so? Well, I guess that makes sense in a way.”

Most Elves value honor above all and consider losing their honor to be the greatest, most horrible pain.

To them, the fall to Dark Elf status completely annihilates that honor and constitutes the ultimate humiliation.

The Dark Elf status is not just a personal shame but is often regarded as a blasphemy against the gods.

The anguish this girl suffered both physically and mentally during those few days while experiencing that process, particularly upon seeing the Hero, had to be excruciating.

Taking all that into account, the Hero expressed his intent not to dirty his hands by doing anything more to her.

“Well, despite her looks, she seems to be quite capable, so I think it would be best if you handle her well, Eliza. After all the effort you’ve put in, you deserve some reward.”

“…Reward? I feel like I’ve already received enough…”

“Eh?”

“No, it’s nothing… Anyway, if that’s the Hero’s wishes, then I will accept gratefully. Since she is indeed strong and a High Elf, the information she has might be quite useful as well.”

And so, amidst their brief conversation, the fate of Amelda was being decided by the two of them.

Meanwhile,

The Dark Elf, Amelda, who was bowing her head quietly to the ground while listening to their conversation, thought to herself.

‘For now, it seems I’m alive… Well, if it’s Eliza-sama’s order, I might willingly die, but… I’m relieved. Regardless of everything, this gives me a chance to continue serving Eliza-sama… and also to apologize to the Hero…’