﻿\setgamedatatitle("Capital Luct=Lusario\nAfter Capture 1")

\text("El")
It's over! The match is decided, Rudol-sama!
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\text("Rudol")
Guh... Don't be ridiculous... Me, losing to a lowly
Diabolica...!
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\text("Rudol")
This can't be... Something like this must not happen!!
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With a roar, a magic circle spreads out at Rudol's feet.

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Even with the soldiers around him falling, Rudol refuses to
give up.
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He must not give up. If he lets go of his throne here,
everything will slip through his fingers.

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What awaits after losing everything is that pitch-black
darkness.
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He could never allow himself to end up there.

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\text("Caym")
Resistance is pointless. You can't beat me.

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\text("Rudol")
I won't let it end... I won't just hand over what I finally
obtained!
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\text("Beatrice")
You're surprisingly pathetic. Wouldn't it be better to just
admit defeat gracefully?
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\text("Rudol")
Shut up! You're all in my way! Disappear, you damn
Tiabolica!
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\text("Risbell")
Caym-sama!
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The light of the magic circle converges. The dazzling glow
is proof it's been condensed to its limit.

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In the next instant, it will explode and sweep Caym and the
others away.
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―But then.
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\text("Caym")
Hmph―
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\text("Caym")
If you insist on resisting...
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\text("Rudol")
Wha...!? My magic... it's being nullified!?

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\text("Caym")
It's not being nullified. I've taken control of it―your
magic power now belongs to me.
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\text("Rudol")
What the hell...!?
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\text("Caym")
Your magic power is now mine, completely stolen away...
That's my power, a power only I possess.

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―Monopoly of magic. Even the magic of others becomes his
own, his nourishment.
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Before that power, all magic is rendered useless. No matter
who the opponent is.
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\text("Caym")
That magic, that power―I'll make it all mine...!!

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\text("Rudol")
No... my magic power, it's draining away...!
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His magic power leaks out of his body.
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Soon, it becomes a pain as if not just his blood, but
everything inside him is being sucked dry, tearing Rudol's
body apart.
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\text("Rudol")
Gwoooooooaaaaaaah!!
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\text("Caym")
So you surrender. For a king, there's no end more miserable
than being dragged from the throne, Rudol.

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――A miserable end. That word makes the blood rush to Rudol's
head.
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Even the pain crawling all over his body is blown away.

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\text("Rudol")
Who... Who would die such a miserable death...! I'm not like
those countless other Brightleaves!

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\text("Caym")
You can still stand...? Then...!
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\text("Caym")
What!?
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――He ran away!?
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\text("El")
You won't escape!
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\text("Caym")
Wait, El. You stay here and look for Tiela.

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\text("El")
But...!
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\text("Caym")
You're the only one who knows the palace well. I'll go after
him.
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\text("El")
Mmm... Understood. Then, I'm off.

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\text("Beatrice")
I owe that guy, so I'll go with Caym.

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\text("Caym")
Fine. Risbell, I'm leaving the rest to you.
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\text("Risbell")
Understood.
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......
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......Rudol himself can't remember when it started.

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Whenever he falls asleep, he always has that dream.
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In pitch-black darkness with no light, he can't move a
single step.
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That darkness slowly creeps over Rudol from his fingertips.

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There's no pain.
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He just feels sluggish, his body heavy. He loses the will to
think, and no emotions well up.
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Once the darkness covers his whole body, his consciousness
quietly drifts away as if sinking to the bottom of water,
and he wakes up.
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But as long as he was working, he could forget that dream,
at least for that moment.
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Rudol handles all the king's duties himself.
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――So, what if he became king himself?
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If those duties and that power weren't borrowed from the
king, but truly in his own hands?
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It all began with such a trivial thought.
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\text("Rudol")
Damn you... How dare you, how dare you...!
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Having his magic drained and forcing his leaden-heavy body
to move, Rudol flees from the royal palace.
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He knows that if he kept fighting, he wouldn't be able to
defeat the Demon Lord.
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\text("Rudol")
(...I have no choice but to run for now...! There's still a
chance... A chance to take Lusario back with my own
hands...)
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\text("Rudol")
(Heh... That's right, I still have things left to do...! My
heart is still starving for desire...!)

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So, convinced he's still okay, Rudol runs through the
forest.
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He won't end up with the same pathetic fate as the other
Brightleafs.
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\text("Rudol")
...!?
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Rudol's feet come to a halt.
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Where he arrived was not the edge of the forest.

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...The Great Chasm. A bottomless pit that opens up in a
corner of the Arda Great Forest.

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The final place where old, exhausted Brightleafs throw
themselves in.
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\text("Rudol")
Ah... ugh...
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What Rudol has feared most is right before his eyes.

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Something like the pitch-black darkness that once engulfed
him. No, it is exactly that darkness.
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\text("Beatrice")
Oh my... So Caym was right, you really have reached your
limit.
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\text("Rudol")
............
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\text("Caym")
So you ran all the way to that hole. In the end, you're just
like all the other old geezers.

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\text("Rudol")
No... I'm different... I still have desires! I still cling
to life, I still have hopes!
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\text("Rudol")
The museum, and dragging Tiela down...!

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\text("Caym")
A proper Brightleaf would never get involved in such things.

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\text("Rudol")
...!?
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\text("Caym")
You were craving stimulation, weren't you? Something
overwhelmingly strong.
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\text("Caym")
Collecting is a hobby of mine too. I get it.

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\text("Rudol")
Guh... ugh...
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\text("Caym")
I can pretty much guess why you sought out things like that.

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\text("Rudol")
Shut up!
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\text("Caym")
But in your case, it's especially pathetic. Because...

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\text("Rudol")
Shut uuuuuup!
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He can't let himself hear any more of this...!
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A massive anxiety stirs Rudol's desperation, making him draw
his knife.
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\text("Rudol")
Uoooooooaaaaaaaah!
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\text("Caym")
A weariness of life that comes from living too long...
You're just running away from it.
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\text("Rudol")
Die, Diabolica!
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\text("Beatrice")
You're the only one who's going to die here.
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\text("Rudol")
Gah!?
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\text("Beatrice")
Honestly... If only you'd just given up and fallen into the
pit already.
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Beatrice lets out a sigh as she effortlessly swings her
massive scythe, the one that just slashed Rudol.
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\text("Beatrice")
With this, we're even for locking me up.

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\text("Rudol")
Ah... guh...!
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\text("Caym")
...I told you. You're no different from those other fools
who fell down there.

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――Eventually, Rudol realized.
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The thought of becoming king was, at the same time, a desire
to be one.
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As long as he had desire, he could forget the darkness. He
wanted a desire strong enough to make him forget.
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Otherwise, that pitch-black darkness―the weariness of
life―would consume him.
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\text("Caym")
If you hole yourself up in a place like this for hundreds of
years, of course you'll lose all sense of excitement. No
wonder you got sick of those slow, dull days.
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\text("Caym")
In the end, it's just a matter of whether you run to desire
or to the pit. Chasing after desire just to escape is the
height of foolishness.
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\text("Rudol")
Ugh...
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\text("Caym")
You're not fit to be king. This country and Tiela are mine
now.
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\text("Beatrice")
You're not going to finish him off?
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\text("Caym")
He won't survive those wounds anyway.

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\text("Caym")
...By the way, nee-san, how did you know Rudol had
'visitors' coming for him?

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\text("Beatrice")
It was the horns, but we've known each other for decades
now, you know? I can tell at least that much.

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\text("Rudol")
..................
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He desperately tried to escape from the pitch-black
darkness. But it all ended in vain.
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His body felt heavy, and he couldn't even feel the pain from
his wounds.
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If he could use magic, maybe he could heal his injuries.

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But what would be the point of surviving any longer?

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\text("Beatrice")
...You're still trying to get up?
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\text("Caym")
...No.
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Looking into Rudol's eyes, now so dark and lifeless, Caym
even felt a twinge of pity.

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He had the same expression as the old Brightleaves who fell
into the pit during the Ritual of Transmigration.

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\text("Rudol")
In the end... you too will find it all meaningless...
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\text("Caym")
No point in listening. Let's go, nee-san.

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\text("Beatrice")
...Yeah.
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\text("Rudol")
Everything in this land... will soon return to
nothingness...
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\text("Beatrice")
...!?
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At Rudol's words, Beatrice hurriedly turned around.

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\text("Beatrice")
.............
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But Rudol was already gone.
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Just like those old Brightleaves, he must have thrown
himself into the great chasm.
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\text("Caym")
What's wrong?
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\text("Beatrice")
...It's nothing. Let's hurry back to Riz.

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\text("Caym")
...?
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Beatrice took Caym's arm and started walking.

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There was something about her gentle smile that gave Caym a
faint sense of unease.
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......
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\text("Caym")
Oh... oho...!
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\text("Tiela")
.............
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When Caym returned to the throne room, Tiela had already
been freed by El.

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\text("Caym")
Well done, El. But the rumors were true! She's a wonderful
woman!

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\text("El")
You shouldn't look at Lady Tiela like that. See, you're
scaring her.

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\text("Tiela")
Eh, ah... that's not really it...
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Indeed, just as she said, she didn't seem frightened.

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But she didn't look grateful either.

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With her shoulders slumped and her gaze downcast, she looked
more dispirited than anything.
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\text("Caym")
Risbell, what about Agri and the others?
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\text("Risbell")
Everyone's busy with cleanup, so they can't come here.
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\text("Caym")
Ngh... how boring.
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On the throne were Risbell, Tiela, El... and a handful of
retainers and soldiers.
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As an audience, it was far too few.

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\text("Tiela")
Um, El? Is this really the one?
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\text("El")
Yes. This is the Demon Lord.
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\text("Caym")
Indeed. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've been wanting to
see you, Tiela.
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\text("Tiela")
Ah, y-yes...
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When I grinned at her, Tiela flinched and her shoulders
trembled.
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\text("Caym")
No need to be so scared. I might eat you up, but I won't
kill you.
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\text("Tiela")
Ugh...
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\text("El")
Caym-sama!
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\text("Risbell")
You can't be serious about doing it here...
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\text("Caym")
Of course I am. I saved you from Rudol, didn't I? It's only
right you give me a proper reward.

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\text("Tiela")
I understand... It's true that you saved me, so I'm prepared
to do anything.

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\text("Caym")
Oh... anything, you say?
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\text("Tiela")
Yes. If that's what you wish... even if it's my... my life―

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\text("Caym")
Good. Then offer your virginity to me. Right here, right
now.
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\text("Tiela")
Yes... wait, what?
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\text("Elder Retainer")
Wha...
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\text("Retainer")
............
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\text("Guard")
What the hell is he...
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\text("Brightleaf Soldier")
...Is he really going to do it?
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\text("Risbell")
It seems so... I don't even want to comment anymore.

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\text("El")
W-w-w-what are you saying?! Of course that's not allowed!

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At Caym's words, the throne room suddenly became noisy.

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\text("Tiela")
Um, so you mean...
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\text("Caym")
Exactly what I said. Let's get the wedding night and
abdication over with right here as a start.

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\text("Tiela")
Wha―what are you talking about!? That's not what I meant at
all...
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\text("Caym")
I see. Then I guess I don't need this country.
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\text("Tiela")
Eh...!?
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In an instant, the whole room froze.
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There's no need for bloodlust. The Demon Lord's army is the
victor.
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The fate of this country is decided by Caym's words alone.

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Even if he doesn't mean it, to the losers, his words are
terrifying.

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\text("Caym")
...Those retainers aren't needed either.
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\text("Tiela")
W-wait!
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\text("El")
Caym-sama!
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\text("Caym")
What is it?
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\text("El")
Why are you saying such things...? You said you'd help...
You promised to save Lady Tiela...!

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\text("Caym")
I did save her. I never promised anything after that.

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\text("El")
Ugh...! That's just splitting hairs! You're so sneaky for a
Demon Lord!

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―In the midst of all this, the only one who seemed to
understand Caym's true intentions, Risbell, made a move.
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\text("Risbell")
...El-san, come over here.
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\text("El")
Huh!? Let me go! Risbell-san!

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\text("Caym")
Risbell, where do you think you're going?
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\text("Risbell")
I still have work to do. Besides, unlike you, Caym-sama, I
have no interest in watching a man thrust his hips.

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\text("Caym")
I don't want to see that either. Anyway, leave El here.
It'll make things more exciting.

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\text("Risbell")
If you want to get shot, be my guest. Demon Lord's army,
follow me. Come on, El-san, let's go.

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\text("El")
Risbell-san, let go! Lady Tiela, Lady Tiela!

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Once again, the throne room fell silent.
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Left behind, Caym let out a truly disappointed sigh.

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\text("Caym")
...Honestly. This is why I can't stand people who don't
understand.
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\text("Caym")
Well, whatever. Tiela, you won't go back on your word from
earlier, right?

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\text("Tiela")
That's...
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\text("Elder Retainer")
You mustn't, Lady Tiela! We are the proud Brightleaf... We
cannot submit to the likes of Diabolica...!

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\text("Tiela")
Ugh...
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\text("Caym")
Hmph... For the losers to defy the victors. Don't you
realize the fate of this country is in my hands?
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\text("Elder Retainer")
If it means obeying you... If it means staining our pride,
we and our people would rather choose death!
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\text("Caym")
Oh... that's interesting. In that case―

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Caym curled his lips into a wicked grin and pulled Tiela
close.

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\text("Tiela")
Ah!?
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\text("Caym")
Let's ask Her Majesty the Queen directly. Let's see if she
thinks the same as you.
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\text("Tiela")
Ow...!
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\text("Caym")
For now, let's have her serve me.
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\text("Tiela")
Huh...?
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The strength drained from her legs―before she knew it, Tiela
was kneeling on the spot.
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Not understanding what had just happened, she fearfully
looked up at Caym.
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\text("Caym")
I just drained a bit of magic from your legs. It's an
application of magic monopolization... With that, you won't
be able to stand for a while.
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\text("Caym")
No time to be surprised. Next is this.

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\text("Tiela")
Eek...!
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Right in front of her, Caym's cock stood tall and hard.

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Unable to move her body as she wanted, not only disgust but
also fear welled up inside her.
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\text("Caym")
First, use that mouth to please me.
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\text("Tiela")
My... mouth...?
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―What on earth is he saying?
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She truly didn't understand what those words meant.
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But in the next moment, she was about to find out firsthand.

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