Nearly every adventurer present had glimpsed that horrifying, world-shattering possibility.

Yet they still refused to believe it.

Refused to believe the pure Elvenfolk princess, so widely praised in songs,

had now transformed into this.

From light into darkness.

Her wings stained pitch-black, her soul tainted beyond cleansing.

Utterly… fallen.

Despair settled over the crowd like a shroud.

For a moment, even the adventurers’ resistance faltered.

The Hero’s appearance had lifted spirits—

but it also forced a brutal truth upon them:

This generation’s Demon King would be stronger than any before.

The entire world might fall under his rule, drowning in blood and ash.

Rumors claimed this Demon King belonged to the Succubus race—

the legendary sovereigns of all Demonfolk.

Many had dismissed it as nonsense.

But now, seeing the fallen Elven princess…

doubt began to creep in.

Through her blindfold’s gauzy veil, Isabella could only vaguely make out the shock and despair on every face.

She saw their terror of the master who commanded her.

Unconsciously, a flush crept across the elf maiden’s cheeks and ears.

Her breath quickened; her ample chest rose and fell sharply.

Just imagining their eyes seeing her as a slave—

broken and remade by her master’s will…

a mindless beast thinking only of her master’s…

A near-electric thrill shot through her, making her body and soul tremble.

*This* was what she craved!

She existed only for her master.

Since that night she’d been gifted to him,

she’d cast away her past.

Her entire future belonged to him alone!

…*Perfect!*

These eyes… they were *perfect!*

How she longed to see them on those hypocritical, greedy elves someday~

That day would come~

Her master would conquer the Elven homeland, burning their forests to ash.

He’d drag those self-proclaimed noble elves down into the dirt,

forcing the world to see their true, selfish, rotten hearts.

Suddenly, Isabella’s gaze turned icy.

Someone had dared interrupt her daydream—

the tactless Hero girl, Airi.

—“Divine Judgment: Radiant Spear!”

Freshly ascended as a Hero, Airi ignored her drained mana.

Fueled by rage, she forced out the same holy magic that had slain the Demon General Juno.

Instantly, countless phantom spears of light rained down on Isabella like falling stars.

Their brilliance lit up the adventurers’ eyes, reigniting hope.

*Yes! This is it!*

No matter how powerful the Demon King and his minions grew,

Heroes would always rise to protect them!

History proved it—no Hero had ever fallen.

Only the Demon Kings, those “Kings of This Age,” met bitter ends.

They should trust the Hero! Not crush their own morale to feed the Demonfolk’s arrogance!

“Hero! We’re counting on you!”

“The Hero will win!”

“Airi… hang in there!”

…

Isabella calmly tilted her head back, watching the radiant spears plummet toward her.

What a magnificent spectacle. What lethal beauty.

Yet with a mere flick of the fallen princess’s wrist,

the light dissolved into shimmering motes—

like gentle snowflakes melting in warm rain.

Airi’s desperate, all-out strike…

vanished without effort.

Every heart in the crowd froze solid.

“What a lovely… fireworks show you’ve given me~” Isabella’s mocking voice cut through the silence.

“A Hero? Heh heh heh!”

(She’d forced the villainous cackle because her master once joked it sounded more “evil.”)

Roy just wanted to vanish into the earth.

*Pretend you don’t know this elf…*

Wait—he *was* pretending not to know her.

Airi swayed, her mana utterly spent.

But she refused to collapse.

Behind her stood Roy and her sister.

She was the only one left standing.

“Little girl who bears the Hero’s name,” Isabella purred,

“How laughable. Powerless, yet clinging to ‘protecting’ those you love.”

“Don’t you understand? Survival means abandoning everything—

lovers, family… even your own child?”

“Not grasping that truth? Then you deserve to die here.”

“But before I send you to the abyss…”

“I’ll teach you the true taste of despair.”

“I can see it—you *adore* that boy behind you, don’t you~?”

“Your first love, perhaps?”

“He *is*… deliciously handsome. Makes my knees weak just looking.”

Isabella swallowed hard, her voice thick with genuine hunger.

She chanted silently.

Sunlight fractured into cages of light, trapping Airi and Sister Elsa.

Then, before everyone’s eyes, Isabella floated toward Roy.

The boy’s face twisted with terror and shame.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“Doing? Heh.”

“Exactly what you think~”

Her slender fingers began unbuttoning his apprentice robe.

Soon, Roy’s smooth, youthful chest lay bare before the fallen princess.

Sister Elsa’s eyes dimmed to ash.

Airi slammed against her light-cage, screaming soundlessly.

Tears flooded both sisters’ snow-pale cheeks.

Isabella didn’t pause. One hand caressed Roy’s flawless face;

the other slid teasingly down his stomach.

“So smooth… *so* smooth!”

“Be a good boy and surrender to big sister~”

“I’ll give you ecstasy beyond mortal dreams~”

Roy’s eye twitched.

*Stick to the script!*

*Say your lines!*

“I… I’ll never yield to your kind!” Roy choked out.

(Isabella finally caught his glare. She blinked, then snapped into an exaggerated snarl.)

“Hmph! You spit on my kindness? Fine!”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“I’ll kill these Hero sisters right before your eyes instead!”

“Let you taste the price of defiance!”

“And with this, I’ll complete the task His Majesty the Demon King entrusted to me!”

Isabella’s hand clenched in the air—

as if gripping an invisible heart.

Airi and Elsa gasped, choking.

No one doubted: when her fist closed fully,

they’d die instantly.

“No… *stop!*” Roy’s raw scream tore through the air.

Tears streaked his handsome face.

His head dropped, voice breaking to a whisper:

“Sister Elsa… Airi…”

“Why… am I so powerless?”

“Can’t save you… can’t save anyone…”

“If only… I were stronger…”

His words seemed to pierce the heavens.

A miracle unfolded before their eyes.

High above, within the void of the sky,

a pair of goddess’s eyes slowly opened—

gazing down at the world with tender confusion.

When they found the boy’s form,

they shimmered with unshed tears… and unnamed joy.

Then they closed. Vanished.

Roy’s eyes snapped open.

Like a demon god descending.

Violet light bled from his irises—

light that made the earth itself tremble.

The sky and land twisted in an instant.

The fallen princess shrieked, face contorted in horror:

“Impossible! This can’t be!”

“You’ve received the goddess’s blessing too?!”

“You’re… *also* a Hero?!”