“So, Korim, do you really exist, or are you just some kind of spiritual embodiment of my bloodline?”
Liakade was very confused about this point.
From Liakade’s perception of Korim, she could clearly feel that Korim was far stronger than herself.
Korim’s magic power was even greater than that of the Four Heavenly Kings under the Demon Army, almost on par with the Demon King.
How could such an existence not be mentioned at all in the original work?
Of course, Liakade couldn’t directly ask something like, “Why didn’t I see you when the Demon Race and the Kingdom went to war?”
That would definitely arouse Korim’s suspicion—unless there was some kind of time-reversal magic in this world, and Korim believed Liakade had used it.
But that was obviously even more unrealistic.
So, Liakade still chose to ask whether Korim truly existed.
“Of course I really exist, Liakade. What are you thinking?”
Korim helplessly tapped the horn on Liakade’s small white head, then turned to look out the window.
“Not just me—even everything you see before your eyes truly exists. This is the territory of my race.”
“Also, I am one of the Demon King Candidates. That’s why I have this kind of power—to bring you back to my territory through the dream realm.”
Korim continued to explain.
“Wait, you said… you’re a Demon King Candidate?”
Liakade looked at Korim in surprise.
In the original work, Liakade had never heard of any so-called candidates for the Demon King.
“Mmhm, what’s wrong? Are you afraid of my power?”
Korim proudly lifted her small head, flapping her wings arrogantly as she floated in midair, looking down at Liakade from above.
“Submit to your future king!”
“Ha ha.”
Watching Korim perform on her own, Liakade just gave two awkward laughs and fell silent.
After a moment of thought, Liakade felt that the existence of Demon King Candidates was actually reasonable.
After all, the original work’s perspective was centered on Alice and the Academy. Before Alice graduated, they were almost completely ignorant of the Demon Race’s side.
“Are you really a Demon King Candidate? But I remember hearing in the Kingdom’s prophecy that the true Demon King would be resurrected ten years later.”
Liakade voiced her doubts, waiting for Korim’s answer.
“And according to the prophecy’s recorded image, the Demon King should be a ferocious, huge, muscular minotaur—not a delicate, petite, big-breasted airhead like you.”
“Who are you calling a big-breasted airhead!?”
“That’s disrespectful, Liakade! I think you really want to experience the torture of my race!”
Korim pretended to be angry, circling in the air for a while before giving Liakade a mischievous look.
“Tch, you keep saying you want me to experience torture. How terrifying is this torture, anyway? Tell me.”
Liakade, however, was unconcerned.
This was her own dream realm, after all.
Even if Korim wanted to do something to her, it probably wouldn’t work.
“One hundred times in a row.”
Korim extended a finger and said slowly.
“…W-What?”
A very bad feeling rose in Liakade’s heart.
“One hundred times of what? Can you be more specific?”
“Hehe, figure it out yourself.”
Korim grinned playfully, and with a snap of her fingers, Liakade felt the world spin.
The scene changed in an instant.
“Did you think that just because we’re in your dream, I can’t do anything to you? How naive, Liakade.”
“…Huh?”
Liakade seemed to have arrived in a sealed space.
Korim’s voice came from behind her.
Liakade turned around instinctively.
“What the hell!!!”
On the wall in front of her hung all sorts of bizarre, multifunctional devices and various wooden stakes and boards.
Obviously, those were for restraining people.
Liakade couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have those used on herself—ah, no, how painful it would be!
Compared to these devices, Field’s little toys were nothing.
“So, little Liakade, want to give it a try?”
Korim was already playing with those devices not far away.
The buzzing vibrations of the tools teased Liakade’s ears.
“I’ve personally experienced all of these—guaranteed to satisfy little Liakade.”
“No, no need! You can keep them for your own enjoyment!”
Liakade waved her hands frantically.
“You have great ambitions, and your IQ matches your bust size!”
“That’s more like it.”
Hearing this, Korim finally put down the devices in her hands.
Then she continued.
“About the minotaur you mentioned—”
“Wait!”
Liakade interrupted Korim.
“Mm? What’s wrong?”
“Can we go back to the previous place? This place… doesn’t feel safe.”
“Little Liakade, you sure are troublesome. Fine.”
With another snap of her fingers, Korim returned them to their previous location.
“The minotaur you mentioned should be Minotauros. He’s also one of the Demon King Candidates. He was sealed for a hundred years during the earlier war with the Humans. In ten more years, that guy will probably break free.”
“It’s him.”
Liakade nodded.
This matched the original work.
In the original, the Demon King was indeed called Minotauros.
“Since you are both Demon King Candidates, how do you decide who becomes the real Demon King?”
“It’s simple.”
Korim paused.
In an instant, all the gentleness and temptation in her eyes vanished, replaced by crimson killing intent.
Even the air seemed to chill.
“Just kill the other.”
As soon as she finished, Korim’s expression returned to normal.
She looked at Liakade sweetly again, as if the murderous aura just now was nothing but an illusion.
“So simple and direct…”
Liakade shook her head helplessly.
For a moment there, the pressure Korim exuded really did rival the Demon King.
This time it wasn’t a joke.
It wasn’t some small prank like she did with Liakade—this was real killing intent.
If that was the case, then Minotauros must be the same.
And since Minotauros is the final Demon King in the original, that means Korim lost and was killed.
Thinking about it that way, the true ending was even more interesting.
Korim was killed by Minotauros, and then Minotauros was devoured by Korim’s descendants—a kind of revenge.
“By the way, boss, do you have confidence to take down Minotauros ten years from now?”
Liakade felt that addressing Korim by name or with a formal title seemed too distant, considering they were two halves of the same being connected by blood.
So Liakade’s way of addressing Korim became more casual.
“I’ll win.”
Korim was full of confidence in her victory.
Then she continued.
“I’ll easily take him down. Ten years from now, I’ll have broken through to LV.90. He’ll just have emerged from his seal, probably only LV.87, and he’ll need time to recover. There’s no reason I’d lose.”
“Uh… What if he breaks the seal in three years?”
Liakade asked awkwardly.
“Um… hmm… eh…”
Faced with this question, Korim was obviously hesitant.
“Ahem… why ask that? Anyway, he’ll only break the seal after ten years. No need to worry about it.”
“So, you can’t beat him?”
“Uh…”
Seeing Korim’s slightly evasive gaze, Liakade sighed.
So even three years from now, Minotauros is still unbeatable.
Thinking about it, the original plot became even more mysterious.
In the original, Liakade accelerated Minotauros’ unsealing through a blood sacrifice, leading to Minotauros killing her own half-body, Korim.
Doesn’t that mean Liakade indirectly caused Korim’s death?
But in this timeline, there’s no Liakade performing a blood sacrifice, so Minotauros won’t break the seal for another ten years.
By then, Korim should be able to defeat him.
“By the way, if you become the Demon King, you won’t destroy the Humans, right?”
Liakade asked tentatively.
Although Korim just now had said she’d cause the extinction of Humans by turning all their females into female nobles, that was obviously impossible.
Even if Korim mated with all the Human females, her race would just give birth to Half-Beings, at most fusing the two races.
“Mm? Why destroy Humans? Human girls are so cute, much prettier than the flashy Demon Race types. It’s enough for the Kingdom to offer a few beauties as tribute each year.”
Korim was still as whimsical as ever.
“What a pervert…”
Liakade had no strength left to retort.
“Pervert Kor-sis.”
But since Korim wouldn’t destroy the Humans after becoming Demon King, nor even provoke a war with the Kingdom, Liakade could even bring Alice and Field together to fight Minotauros and the other Demon King Candidates, and then let Korim naturally become the Demon King.
After that, whether it was making peace with the Kingdom or interacting and gradually merging, that would all be Korim’s business.
“Hehe, little Liakade, haven’t you experienced it yourself, how delicious Human girls are, how good those things feel? Don’t you know? You’ll only want it more and more in the future.”
“I will not…”
Liakade felt that words that were embarrassing to say in reality flowed smoothly from Korim’s mouth in the dream realm, relentlessly teasing her without pause—she was even starting to build resistance.
“By the way, little Liakade, which girl have you gotten close to? When will you bring her to meet me?”
“W-What do you mean?”
Liakade glanced at Korim warily.
Given Korim’s previous wanton personality, bringing Field and Alice over might drive her mad.
“Tch, I just want to see what kind of girl my other half has found.”
Seemingly reading Liakade’s possessive thoughts, Korim rolled her eyes and slowly approached, gently lifting Liakade’s chin with her index finger.
“I’m long past that phase. Now, I’m only interested in you, little Liakade.”
“Hah! Got tired of Human girls and now want to play with your own kind, huh! You pervert! Lecher!”
Looking at the delicate face in front of her—identical to her own—Liakade hurriedly shook her head and broke free from Korim’s grasp.
“That’s slander! I’ve never played with Human girls. I’m even still pure! As the king of my race, how could I give my body away so easily!?”
Korim declared firmly.
“Ha? Who would believe that! Didn’t you just have all those devices out? Saying torture is a hundred times? No way I believe you!”
Liakade crossed her arms, turning her head aside.
“This time I’m really not lying. You don’t have to use Human girls to restore magic power. Self-generation is fine, and it’s even faster with devices.”
Korim explained to Liakade.
“Damn, is it true you’ve never done it with anyone else…”
Now Liakade was truly surprised.
She didn’t expect someone as alluring and seductive as Korim, who exuded sex appeal with every movement, to actually be pure…?
“No, wait! Even if you haven’t played with other girls, didn’t you say you’ve used all those devices yourself?”
“Yeah, I use them almost every day. Self-development is also a joyful thing, isn’t it?”
Korim smiled, completely calm.
“That’s… very scientific of you… So, it doesn’t count as pure anymore! You just haven’t played in duet with anyone!”
“That’s why I need you, my dear Liakade.”
“I refuse!”
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