"Black Rabbit …"
"Yes! Lord Sixteenth Nights? "
"… That spotted loli … is she really the Demon King?"
"Eh, I think so … I think so?"
The pair of rabbit ears on the black rabbit's head were swinging back and forth. Even the short tail behind it was swinging back and forth.
"You were all defeated by such a Demon King?"
"No, no, no. Lord Sixteenth Nights, please believe in this black rabbit. The Demon King that defeated the former community is very, very, very frightening!"
"I keep feeling that your words are not convincing at all …"
"Lord Sixteenth Nights!!"
⑧
Leaning on Eight-cloud Ink's lap, Pest started bawling loudly.
After a long time, the Demon King girl seemed to have grown tired of crying. Her voice lowered slightly and she started sobbing.
"That …"
"Uwaa —!!!"
Once Eight-cloud Ink opened her mouth, Pest immediately started crying again.
After waiting for a few more minutes, her sobbing grew softer …
"I say …"
"Uwaa —!!!"
"Splat." The veins on Eight-cloud Ink's forehead bulged.
This girl was doing this on purpose!
Thus, Eight-cloud Ink raised her hand with a cold expression. "If you continue to cry, I will continue to beat you in front of everyone!"
"… Coo!"
Pest's sobbing was immediately stuck in her throat.
Seeing the spotted loli's sobbing appearance, Eight-cloud Ink released her. Then, she pointed to the surroundings.
"Look, your companions have all been defeated. Thus … just admit defeat."
Hearing those words, Pest closed her eyes slightly.
Then, she opened her eyes and said in a low voice, "Indeed … Will and Latting are no longer here …"
Pest looked at Eight-cloud Ink with a complicated gaze. For a moment, she did not know what to do.
If it were before, she would definitely not give up on her long-cherished desire to take revenge on White Yaksha.
But now, after being persuaded by Eight-cloud Ink, Pest suddenly discovered that her obsession with taking revenge on White Yaksha was not as deep as before.
[What's going on …]
The Demon King girl touched her chest in confusion.
As if seeing through Pest's hesitation, Eight-cloud Ink said again, "You have no chance of winning. Just admit defeat."
After remaining silent for a few minutes, Pest finally sighed.
She knew that she had no chance of winning against Eight-cloud Ink, not to mention others.
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— — Boundary Wall, stage area.
Fire Dragon Birth Ceremony Operation Headquarters.
Ten hours after the game started.
The stained glass depicting the victims of the Black Death and the rat-catchers were all smashed and replaced with stained glass depicting the Weser River. At the very next instant, the two conditions for the contestants to win were completed — Pest had surrendered.
The vision of the participants suddenly shattered, and then expanded again.
As far as the eye could see, the steeples and chandeliers in the stage area could be seen.
A simulated sunset town appeared before everyone's eyes.
While the participants were still standing there in a daze, White Yaksha suddenly appeared in front of everyone like a thin mist.
The way she scratched her head as if she was embarrassed actually matched her age.
"Everyone, you've done well in this war. As the ruler of the Eastern hierarchy, I must express my gratitude … as well as my apologies. Although I put on a great front, I was sealed from the beginning to the end. Oh, I'm really sorry … "
Although White Yaksha felt very ashamed, no one really spoke up to blame him.
Everyone's trust in her, the ruler of the strongest hierarchy, would not be shaken by such a small matter.
After White Yaksha finished expressing her gratitude, Shadora took a step forward and opened her arms.
"— The Demon King's game is over. We have won!"
Cheers rang out in the venue.
After hearing the words of the rulers, everyone finally felt the taste of victory.
Some people were freed from the curse.
Some people shed tears because their comrades' lives were saved.
Some people felt relieved because the threat of the Demon King was gone.
White Yaksha, who looked at this scene kindly, gave orders to the participants.
"Immediately heal the injured. Those who are not injured, go and help. After this is over, we will give out the rewards for defeating the Demon King and continue with the Birth Ceremony. At the same time, we will hold a celebration. Those who know what is going on, just wait happily and excitedly. "
White Yaksha's expectant orders made the cheers even louder.
The communities started to work together to clean up the mess after the game.
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— Realm Wall, Stage Area, Dawn Foothills. Art exhibition venue.
While the participants were busy preparing for the victory celebration, Eight-cloud Ink accompanied Ashina to the interior of the large hole in the art exhibition venue.
"You said that those elves were the 130 children of Hamel's Piper who died in the natural disaster. Then they gave their final masterpiece, a red three-speed Gundam, to you to deal with Shtrom? "
"Although that's probably the case, can you call it by its name, Dean? It's not a red three-speed Gundam! "
"Oh, aren't they similar?"
"At least it doesn't have horns!"
"Oh, then it's a red three-speed Gundam."
"Mo!!!!!"
"Ahaha … I'm kidding …"
While talking and laughing with Ashina, the two came to a hidden door on the rock wall deep inside the large hole.
It was clearly the interior of the realm wall, but the sunlight still shone into the deepest part.
When they came here, Ashina suddenly sighed. "Hamel's Grimoire disappeared. Is this really okay?"
"Yes, this way, we can also return to the original era in the form we want."
Many voices echoed in the large hole. They were the 130 elves who were confirmed to have died in Hamel's Town.
"Want to go back?"
Eight-cloud Ink frowned slightly. They had all been sacrificed.
"You have all been sacrificed in history. Even if you return to the original era, you will only receive another death. Is this okay? Why don't you stay? "Ashina invited.
The elves were silent.
A perplexed atmosphere enveloped the space.
"Ashina, we are very happy that you can invite us. With this sentence, our long journey is worth it."
"But we have to go back in order to create the later era."
"At the same time, we have to write a new fairy tale of Hamel's Piper."
June 26, 1284.
130 children were lured out by the Piper and disappeared near the execution ground.
Then, they came to a new land and built a new town.
The children left their parents and went down the Wesi River, playing the flute and singing songs, heading toward an unknown land.
They didn't rely on others. Instead, they built a community named [Town] from the beginning.
In the new fairy tale, the Piper was no longer a demon but a leader who built a new community.
"Is that so …?"
Eight-cloud Ink nodded.
"Since this is your choice, we can only give you our blessings."
[[[Thank you … really … thank you … Finally, please allow us to entrust our 131st companion to you … Please take good care of her …]]
"Ashina?"
The elf that they had met before suddenly appeared on Ashina's shoulder. She grabbed her hair with her small hands and called out softly.
The corners of Asuna's eyes were slightly wet as he gently carried the little elf down.
"From now on, your name is Mel, okay?"
"Mel?"
"Yes, Mel."
"… Yes! Mel! Mel! "
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