Ah... Damn it... So this is how I die...

The youth, clad in a navy-blue robe and heavy armor, thought to himself. A pure black rapier pierced his chest plate, embedded deep in his body. Blood slowly welled from the wound, dripping onto his robe and staining a crimson patch. Tracing the blade’s exquisite patterns to its source, the hilt was gripped by a slender, delicate hand. Its owner showed not a trace of emotion; her cold, stern face betrayed no feeling. She... was like a killing machine.

The boy stared in awe. The girl had jet-black waist-length hair, setting off her breathtakingly beautiful face.

‘If only I could have a girlfriend like her, I’d die without regrets,’ he thought. This made him forget the pain, even forgetting she was the guide to hell before him...

The girl was—the Dark Lord.

And he... was—the Hero.

“What are your last words, 86th Hero?” the girl asked. Her voice was flat and emotionless, yet exceptionally pleasant, as clear as silver bells. Spoken softly, it reached the youth’s ears.

“...Hahahahaha, hiss—you’re really beautiful~” The youth froze, then burst into laughter. Pain intensified, his face turning paler. He gasped sharply, paused, and uttered words she’d never heard since her birth—“You’re really beautiful...”

The girl was flustered. She’d killed countless self-proclaimed Heroes, always provocatively asking for their last words, only to receive curses and hatred. She was accustomed to it. But this time, she was surprised. Someone actually complimented her beauty while facing death—what a fool.

“Thank you, arrogant one,” the girl said. A faint blush appeared on her fair face.

“If there’s a next life, please be my girlfriend~ Hahahaha, you look so cute when you blush. Well then... goodbye!” The youth laughed maniacally. He gripped the rapier and pulled with all his might. The blade slid out easily.

He collapsed like a puppet with severed strings. Blood gushed like a spring, and the “puppet” lay in a lake of crimson, falling asleep.

“An interesting guy,” the girl murmured, putting away her shyness. She tossed the rapier into the void. It flew slowly and vanished.

She stood beside the throne, aloof and majestic. She surveyed the battlefield where only she remained. Corpses littered the ground, weapons scattered everywhere.

The girl summoned a fiery red three-headed hellhound, ordering it to clean the battlefield.

The hellhound, huge as an elephant, opened its three mouths wide. Crimson fangs gnashed as it devoured corpses one by one. Soon, only the Hero’s body remained untouched.

The hellhound tried to swallow the Hero’s corpse but couldn’t. A force blocked it. A voice commanded—“Get lost! You worm!”—filled with killing intent, allowing no disobedience. The hellhound whimpered on the ground in fear.

The Dark Lord noticed the anomaly.

She gently stroked the hellhound while examining the Hero’s corpse. Her slender fingers touched the youth’s face. Instantly, blue light enveloped his body. Pale blue particles emerged, coalescing into a floating crystal. It rotated clockwise in the air. So much had happened today; the girl was momentarily stunned.

“Soul Power Crystal... so pure,” she said calmly, mouth slightly open in surprise.

She needed this crystal, but no one knew why—not even the hellhound. It poked the Hero’s corpse, now back to normal after losing the crystal. Confirming it was safe, the hellhound gulped it down.

The moment it swallowed, the hellhound exploded, leaving a cocoon. The girl was shocked. Even as the Dark Lord who’d lived centuries, she’d never seen such a bizarre sight. She facepalmed.

While deep in thought, the cocoon pulsed. It split open, and something crawled out. A completely naked girl with red hair emerged. Her face wasn’t as delicate as the Dark Lord’s, but grew more adorable the longer you looked. She seemed a bit dull, yet most strikingly... she had beast ears on her head. The Dark Lord stroked her head. The fluffy ears drooped, and she whimpered happily. She couldn’t speak, only whimpering or barking with funny expressions. At least, the Dark Lord actually smiled—a rare sight indeed.

Thus, the 86th campaign to exterminate the Dark Lord ended in human defeat. The humans were completely annihilated... The human Hero Allen died heroically... Two or three pages were added to the history books...