The Goddess of Light probably never expected this.

Not only was her blessing a bit off-target.

It struck two people, no less.

Airi, now the Hero, had thoughts that had veered wildly off course.

Hearing Aisha’s confirmation, President Enlil knew the girl never lied. Tears streamed down his weathered face.

To him, seeing his old friend’s twin daughters become Heroes was the best way to honor their father’s memory.

Roy’s smile faded. He solemnly handed President Enlil a bouquet of flowers.

Enlil met his gaze deeply.

He didn’t know when the boy had gathered the blooms.

But this was exactly what he’d wanted to do—place flowers to convey his longing, to mourn his friend.

Silence fell over everyone.

Only the towering, iron-built man slowly approached two adjacent gravestones.

Sunset bathed his face, revealing resolute eyes.

A gentle breeze lifted his hair, exposing deep, jagged scars like ravines.

They were a warrior’s proof—a proud mark of battles fought beside his old comrade.

The burly man knelt on one knee. He placed the bouquet gently before the graves.

A thousand unspoken words condensed into one phrase:

“Azer, Lya.”

“Your children have grown up.”

This was surely what Aisha and Airi’s parents had longed for most.

………………

Afterward, Aisha and Airi received star treatment.

Yet both “moon maidens” orbited Roy like satellites.

Roy didn’t crave attention.

But he couldn’t help being so adored.

After all, the young Demon King worked hard just to suppress his innate charm, hoping to live as an ordinary person.

President Enlil directed adventurers to harvest the demon general’s materials. Wolfman claws and bones were valuable for alchemy or weapon-making.

Finding a rare spatial magic stone would be even better—it often held the demon’s life savings.

Spatial magic stones resembled the “household magic stones” Roy had used before.

Both were special applications of magic stones, just more advanced.

Magic stones weren’t truly magical.

They were unique ores capable of storing mana, runes, or spell imprints.

Vital to human life, they’d been transformed by mages into convenient household items.

“Light stones” glowed automatically at night, creating streetlamps.

“Heat stones” warmed water when submerged.

Spatial stones were rarer—no need to elaborate.

Long ago, the mages who built this system were noble.

They didn’t abuse magic to form a privileged class.

Instead, they bridged the gap between powerless commoners and the magical world.

Using stones as mediators, they brought convenience to the masses.

Even as the Demon King, Roy didn’t dislike these mana-born humans.

He wished all races wouldn’t label Demonfolk as inherently evil villains.

Yes, villains like General Juno existed—a vicious hound bred by that woman at the Seventh Fortress.

But most Demonfolk had morals and decency like humans or Elvenfolk.

At worst, Devilkin were fiercer.

Succubi craved lust.

Bloodkin thirsted for blood…

“Cleanup’s done,” President Enlil announced. “These materials will go to the Alchemists’ Guild for appraisal, then to the Auction House.”

“The earnings, minus the Adventurer’s Guild’s service fee…”

“The rest goes to you, Aisha!”

Enlil was always fair—he wouldn’t favor the girl he’d raised.

Still, Aisha was flustered. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to explain it was all Airi’s doing.

“No, actually…”

Roy cut her off.

“Thanks, Uncle!” His grin was bright. Aisha stared, momentarily spellbound.

“Hey, what’s this money got to do with you, kid?” Enlil grumbled.

“Plenty,” Roy replied matter-of-factly. “Aisha, what will you save this for?”

Aisha froze, then blushed. “M-maybe… as dowry. For both me and Airi.”

Airi glanced up at her sister.

Roy turned to Enlil’s bearded face, spreading his hands. “See? Told you it’s related to me.”

“???”

Enlil finally got it. Fury boiled inside—he wanted to punch Roy.

But he’d likely face a double-team beating from the two Heroes!

Why was this kid so spoiled? Aisha was one thing…

But Airi clung to Roy’s sleeve like a little octopus, her tiny hands never letting go!

Enlil slumped, defeated. Roy’s claim about the dowry being “related” might just be true.

The burly man plopped onto the grass, yanking blades of grass with a huff.

Roy’s smile remained. His gaze drifted to the distant horizon.

His eyes held unfathomable depth.

The boy waited for the wind.

But what came wasn’t a breeze—it was a chilling gale.

Kaela, the Radiant Church’s exorcist priestess, arrived with a squad of monks at Holy Cross Cemetery.

An oppressive aura radiated from her.

They faced off against the Adventurer’s Guild.

Enlil initially welcomed them. Aisha was a Church nun—he assumed they’d come to honor their new Hero. Family, after all.

But Kaela raised her silver war hammer, voice booming with arrogance:

“I’m here to take the rumored Heroes to the Church. We’ll verify their identities… then decide their fate.”

“Stand in my way, and face divine punishment!”

Enlil shot up. He’d seen the Church’s atrocities—hunting “witches” to harm innocent girls.

And they’d sent an enforcement squad?

Was this a welcome… or an arrest?

He snatched a broadaxe from a nearby warrior, fury blazing.

“Damn you!” he roared. “They’re your Church’s Heroes!”