The scene vividly unfolded before her eyes.
As Shude restrained the man she loved, Eileen was instantly engulfed by a profound sense of rage.
“Shude… How dare you try to kidnap my Torare? Are you even disguising yourself as a Demon Race?”
“Kidnap? Isn’t that a bit harsh? I’m simply here to enjoy what I’m entitled to as one of the people with legitimate claims over Torare.”
“Entitlement…?”
Shude exhibited an unflinching confidence.
Eileen narrowed her eyes slightly at her, prompting Shude to continue with a broad smile.
“Yes, entitlement. You haven’t forgotten, have you? The day you all betrayed the hero and decided to stab him in the back. The oath the four of us took with Torare—that only the four of us have the right to Torare’s love in this world.”
“Ugh…”
Eileen seemed momentarily at a loss for words at Shude’s bold proclamation.
Taking advantage of her moment of vulnerability, Shude pressed on clearly.
“Yet for the past several months, you’ve monopolized Torare all to yourself. Meanwhile, due to my profession, I couldn’t even get a glimpse of Torare. At this point, wouldn’t I have at least the right to spend some time with Torare for a similar duration?”
“Th-that’s… Uhm…”
Shude offered arguments that left Eileen unable to retort.
However, Eileen quickly thought of another reason and confronted Shude, who wore a triumphant expression.
“Sure, I could agree to that for now. But… even so, what you did in Thebe clearly showed your hostility towards our Empire! You and your subordinates attacked…”
“Oh my, what are you talking about? As far as I know, the attackers were Demon Races. Why bring that up all of a sudden?”
“W-what?!”
Shude spoke nonchalantly without a hint of concern.
Eileen reacted with disbelief, glaring at the brazen woman before her.
“Stop making excuses! I know full well that you and your subordinates attacked while disguised as Demon Races! The fact that you took Torare during that attack is already known!”
“Oh dear, I’m sorry but that’s a misunderstanding, Eileen. As one of the former hero party members and a human, surely I wouldn’t attack other humans.”
Shude’s continued denial pushed Eileen past her limits, leading her to prepare for an attack against the woman before her.
Yet, this stance wasn’t about the innocent townspeople who perished.
Whatever the reason, Eileen now desperately wanted to prevent Torare from being taken away.
For her, Shude’s moral failings had become an excuse to challenge the agreement between them.
With that in her calculations, Eileen launched an aggressive approach towards Shude.
At that moment…
“No… That’s not it…”
“…What?”
Torare’s voice, heard just beside her.
Eileen turned to look at him, her expression filled with confusion.
Torare, who had somehow been freed from the ropes, stood before her with a stiff expression.
“That’s not it… Shude merely came to meet me; she helped me when I was attacked by the Demon Races. She has nothing to do with the attackers.”
“Th-that’s…”
“See? Torare is saying the same thing! The Demons here are just my escort who came to meet Torare. As you know, the current situation is quite dire.”
“T-that means… you were just here to meet Torare and had nothing to do with the Demon Races’ attack?”
“Well, to summarize, yes. Moreover, I might add that I saved you from nearly getting killed by your own negligence regarding Torare.”
“Ugh…”
With Torare’s cooperation and Shude’s added remark, Eileen found herself unable to construct a solid counterargument.
In reality, she had only come here tracing a person with powerful force. There was no definitive proof that he was a Demon Race.
Upon arriving, she discovered that those here were witches, not Demons, which led Eileen to suspect that something was amiss.
It’s possible that the Demons had already left before she even returned to Thebe.
And with Torare confirming the situation, she could do nothing but give in.
“…Alright… then. Make sure you return him by the promised time…”
“Of course, that’s the least you can expect. I’ll return Torare in perfect condition after we’ve shared plenty of love.”
“…”
With that, Eileen left, gritting her teeth at Shude’s final taunts.
She made her way past the witch who shot her a cold glare and headed toward the waiting soldiers.
“Vice Minister! What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry. It seems I misjudged the situation. They appear to be simple passersby with no relation to this incident.”
“Is that… so?”
“Yes, it seems the Demon Races have already fled elsewhere. We should promptly return and devise some countermeasures.”
For the time being, Eileen could do nothing regarding Torare.
However, separate from that fact, she had no intention of neglecting her duties as the Vice Minister of the Falcon Empire.
‘Regardless, the fact remains that the Demon Race soldiers are infiltrating somewhere within the Empire. We must prepare, as we can’t predict where they might plot their next ambush.’
Depending on the situation, the events in Thebe could happen again elsewhere.
After arriving at that conclusion, Eileen promptly left the area alongside her subordinates, setting her course for the Imperial Capital.
To inform the Emperor of this matter and to quickly establish the necessary countermeasures.
*
“Ugh…”
Torare, trembling, could only watch as Shude playfully caressed her chin with her toes.
“Good job, Torare. Thanks to you, everything wrapped up nicely without any hassle.”
“Th-thank you, Shude.”
“I’m really relieved. If you had ended up spilling your guts to Eileen and revealed all those times you were fooling around… it would have put you in quite a tight spot.”
“Ugh…”
“Hehe… Anyway, now that we’ve gotten rid of that annoying obstacle… How about we finally have some fun, Torare?”
With that, Shude gracefully reclined onto the bed.
Torare, slowly rising to his feet, looked down at her as she lay there, defenseless.
Even in this situation, an alluring intimacy radiated from her body.
Overtaken by his instincts, Torare began the familiar activities they had engaged in previously…
And at the sight of him, a deep smile spread across Shude’s face.
*
In a secluded sandy cove along the coast, a group of Demon Races cautiously disembarked from their ship.
Dressed in robes to conceal their identities, the Demon Races proceeded.
At the forefront was a leader, a Demon Race, who glanced at the only visible human among them—current hero Hector—and questioned him.
“Is this really a secure location?”
“It’s safe. This area has been poorly guarded for some time. The terrain makes it difficult to access, and there’s a fair distance from the nearest town.”
“Yet you seem to know this place quite well. That seems suspicious.”
The Demon Race eyed Hector with unfiltered skepticism reflected in his features.
Hector, slightly reddened, replied stiffly, “This is a secret spot I’ve often visited since childhood. There’s no way I would pull any tricks while a hostage is involved!”
“Hmm… understood. For now, I’ll take your word for it.”
With that statement, the leader gestured to the subordinates behind him.
Once the orders were given, about thirty Demon Races disembarked from the ship.
Their destination was…
The Imperial Capital of the Falcon Empire, Olympius…