Chapter 76
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 76
Chapter Title: I Want to Call You Father Too
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Count Nikolai, a noble of the Aslan Kingdom overflowing with a sense of justice, didn't like this situation one bit.
"Our hero executed the entire royal family of the Aslan Kingdom, including King Leveral II. That means the loyalty binding you through contracts is no longer necessary."
The Demon King's calm words.
They carried a hint of boredom, as if this was how things were always meant to be.
Count Nikolai glanced at Duke Bolpar, who had summoned them.
The staunchest loyalist of the royalist faction had abandoned the king.
It was utterly incomprehensible by his standards.
His eyes drifted to Duke Bolpar's hands.
The surviving soldiers had said they were severed.
Captured by the Demon King.
Yet now, both hands were perfectly restored, and he was praising the Demon King.
'Brainwashing...'
There was no other explanation.
Brainwashed by the Demon King, betraying the royal family and praising him.
The worst possible scenario.
Rushing back to the capital upon hearing Duke Bolpar had returned alive had been a grave mistake.
"Duke Bolpar, is this why you called us? To offer us to the Demon King so you alone could survive?"
The duke shook his head.
"I have no intention of selling you to His Majesty the Demon King. I've merely created an opportunity. One to end this civil war with minimal sacrifice..."
"Ridiculous! Civil war?!"
Civil war, of all things!
This was a war where the Demon King's army had invaded the Aslan Kingdom.
Not some internal conflict!
"How insolent. Shouting in front of His Majesty the Demon King."
"Enough, Bolpar. There have to be some like him."
At the Demon King's words, Bolpar bowed his head.
Ah, foolish Bolpar.
Nikolai squeezed his eyes shut.
He couldn't bear to watch a former rival reduced to the Demon King's dog.
"Anyone opposed to me becoming king can just walk out that door. I have no intention of persuading you."
The Demon King pointed to the door leading out of the throne room.
"Those in favor can stay and swear a new oath of allegiance to me as their sovereign. I'll guarantee your autonomy and territories, just like the previous king. All I ask is your loyalty. As long as you don't dare betray me, I'll ensure your safety and that of your domains."
Everyone in the room fell silent.
No one dared move.
They all knew the battle was already lost.
But Nikolai was different.
"Fools! Even if His Highness is dead, how can you abandon the kingdom?! And call yourselves nobles?!"
Nikolai had been the leader of the noble faction, opposing the king more than anyone—but it was all for the kingdom's prosperity.
Not for his family's sole glory.
That's why, even now, he dreamed of the Aslan Kingdom's revival.
"Demon King, you promised. Anyone who leaves is free to go."
"Indeed."
The Demon King replied languidly from his throne.
"I have no intention of touching you. Even if you leave this place."
"I, Count Nikolai, oppose the motion to crown the Demon King as king."
Count Nikolai rose from his seat.
He was the only one leaving.
The Demon King didn't stop him.
Didn't attack.
Only Duke Bolpar squeezed his eyes shut.
Seeing this, several minor nobles fidgeted in their seats, gauging the mood.
Nikolai exited the throne room.
The Demon King never touched him.
'We must seek the Empire's aid. It's the only way for the Aslan Kingdom to survive.'
The count clenched his fist and headed for the castle gates.
"Oh my, our first guest has arrived."
A seductive woman's voice tickled his ears, making his heart race just from hearing it.
"Who are you?"
Nikolai turned toward the source of the voice.
"Such a strong man. One who won't bend to any stubbornness."
She was beautiful.
Dressed in priestess robes, she approached him with an expression no devout believer would ever make.
And her lower body was...
"M-Monster?!"
"Monster? That's hurtful..."
It resembled a spider's.
Arachne.
Vivian, the former priestess said to be one of the Demon King's closest aides.
"Y-You... what are you?"
"A therapist here to cure the count of his misguided thoughts."
Count Nikolai instinctively drew his sword.
But the spider silk was faster.
"No...!"
The silk bound his hands and feet.
"Demon King! Didn't you say you wouldn't touch me?! You damned bastard!"
But Count Nikolai's screams didn't last long.
"Don't worry. When you wake from your nap, that hatred will be replaced by something else entirely."
Those were the last words he heard, as the half-human, half-beast's gaze met his before he lost consciousness.
Encased in a cocoon, he would be hung in a secret chamber of the palace, reborn anew.
With Count Nikolai's screams fading, the room fell deathly silent.
"Hm, I kept my promise. I said I wouldn't touch you myself. I never said anything about stopping my subordinates."
Instilling undeniable fear in those who dared resist.
That was the best way to subdue arrogant nobles.
Throw a carrot to those trembling in terror...
And they wouldn't even dream of rebellion, accepting reality instead.
Of course, it wasn't time to offer carrots yet.
Watching fear slowly consume them would be entertaining enough.
I turned to the other nobles.
"Any other objections?"
They all shook their heads.
"Then step forward, all of you. Time to swear your new oaths of loyalty."
And so, every noble of the Aslan Kingdom bowed before the Demon King.
***
"What shall we name the nation?"
After all the nobles had sworn their loyalty, Yulia asked.
Since our victory over the Aslan Kingdom, I'd pondered the new nation's name for quite some time.
But no better ideas came to mind.
A word flashed through my thoughts.
Ero Dungeon Master.
The game's title.
Especially the word "Dungeon."
"Dungeon."
"Is that suitable?"
"Isn't the dungeon where we began? No word symbolizes us better. Other countries might not call it that, of course."
Yulia bowed without protest.
"Understood, Your Majesty. We shall proclaim it as such."
With her farewell bow, Yulia turned to leave, her hips swaying enticingly.
Her tight H-line skirt accentuated the tantalizing curve of her ass, swinging left and right as if tempting a man.
An ass begging to be fucked.
I called out to Yulia as she headed for the door.
"Yulia."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
She turned back, her face subtly flushed with anticipation.
Expectancy lit her features.
I recalled the quest tied to her.
Succubus Secretary – Fuck Yulia
💡 Description: You didn't know the true way to conquer the game! Here's a helpful quest system just for you. Fuck Yulia and level up.
🎁 Reward: Level Up
☠️ Failure: Demon King's Death
⏰ Time Limit: 6 Months
✅ Success Conditions:
1. Become strong enough to force yourself on her.
2. Make Yulia spread her pussy of her own accord.
The epic quest I'd received upon first arriving in this world.
Now, only half a year remained.
An early epic quest, yet still uncompleted.
Fuck her wrong and I die. Don't fuck her and I die. A deadly dilemma.
The only way to clear it safely was to grow stronger.
That look on Yulia's face meant...
'She won't kill me if I fuck her now.'
I'd met the quest's completion conditions.
I'd known for a while that Yulia was stronger than me.
Her power had been beyond my past self's comprehension.
'I still can't beat her now, but at least I can gauge it.'
That she was stronger than me.
A peculiar one.
A succubus stronger than the Demon King?
Hard to imagine, but...
'What if she grew by consuming the previous Demon King's semen?'
That made sense.
Explained her strength.
The previous Demon King before sealing must have been similar.
Fucking other beings like me, growing stronger, driven to conquer the continent.
Such a Demon King wouldn't have left Yulia alone.
Which made me want to tease her more.
Yulia, who spread her legs for the previous Demon King like a whore, yet acted so haughty and high-class toward me.
I'd watch until she begged for my cock, spreading her legs herself.
For a succubus, semen was more than just food.
"How's the handling of the kingdom's forces guarding the borders?"
At my purely businesslike question, Yulia's expression shifted.
I saw it.
The fleeting disappointment twisting her face.
'Disappointed, huh.'
She'd been eagerly anticipating a romp with me.
Consuming the Demon King's semen meant more than a meal to a succubus.
Sorry to disappoint her expectations, but she needed more seasoning.
Until she uttered vulgar pleas and spread for me herself.
"Duke Bolpar will soon lead troops to persuade them."
"Do you think Bolpar can convince them?"
"Yes."
"Chance of betrayal?"
"Approaches zero. If he betrays us, the arm Your Majesty regenerated with your power will devour him."
"Got it. You're dismissed."
Yet Yulia lingered, not leaving.
"Y-Your Majesty?"
"What is it?"
"I have something to say."
"Out with it. I still have backlog to clear today."
"Understood. Well..."
Yulia blushed and stepped closer.
"Now that Your Majesty is strong enough, you must have realized..."
"What's going on?"
"It's just..."
She hesitated, about to speak.
BAM!
"Your Majesty."
Lich Railly kicked the door open and strode in.
Maintaining her signature emotionless expression and voice, she knelt before me without hesitation.
The sixth-ranked lich I'd created.
Thanks to my power, perhaps, her body neither decayed nor aged, preserving her form from the moment of her death for me.
At a glance, one might forget she was a corpse.
Though her cold, bloodless skin and blank face quickly reminded you she wasn't human.
"I greet Your Majesty."
"Railly, what's wrong? You seem excited, which isn't like you."
"I have a question."
"What is it?"
Railly's gaze burned with jealousy and anger.
Emotions in a living corpse's eyes.
Absurd, yet Railly pulled it off.
"What am I to Your Majesty?"
"An excellent subordinate, a brilliant mage, an undying undead, a reliable lich."
"Is that all?"
"What more do you need?"
"I consider Your Majesty my father."
"Father?"
"Yes."
"Didn't I tell you last time to call me Your Majesty, not father?"
"Correct. That was your command. After sustained thought and analysis, I've concluded you're not just my Demon King, but my father."
Father, huh.
The word felt too grand for an unmarried man like me.
"Yes, exactly. You recreated me, didn't you? Parents bear, raise, protect their children, and teach them the world's knowledge."
"True enough."
That's what parents are.
Among various roles, the core is birthing and raising the child.
I created her, so father.
"Thus, it's only natural for me to call Your Majesty father."
Lately, Railly had been spacing out, her mind elsewhere with a vacant expression.
Now I knew why.
"Is that why you've been troubled lately?"
"Yes."
"Why your face looked so dark?"
"I'm always the same. A corpse's face doesn't change expression."
"Others might not notice, but I can tell. Your emotions and moods."
Railly's expression was inscrutable.
Staring silently, unblinking—it reminded me she was undead.
'So that's what she was thinking.'
Railly had possessed a brilliant mind in life.
Like a robot following programmed processes, she always operated efficiently, completing missions flawlessly.
Moving via death energy, no need for sleep or rest, always at peak condition—she fulfilled her role perfectly.
That she'd pondered matters beyond duty was surprising.
"So you want to call me father?"
"Yes. But..."
"But?"
"According to my implanted memories, fathers and daughters can't have a relationship like ours."
Our relationship—probably referring to our nightly debriefs after missions.
I'd favored her enough to call her often, enjoying her shift from stoic acceptance of my cock to eventual moans.
"It's too regrettable not to do it with Your Majesty, so should I keep calling you Demon King, or father..."
Is that why she'd looked so dazed?
"Do you hate calling me Demon King that much?"
"Considering our special bond, 'father' fits better. The same title as others feels... off."
A faint irritation flickered across her blank face.
Now I could read the lich's expressions.
An undead showing emotions.
Astounding.
Mages would demand reporting it to the academies.
"...And above all, doesn't the hero already call Your Majesty 'Papa'? I know 'Papa' means father. If you reborn the hero to call you Papa, then I, whom you've made even closer, qualify to call you father."
With that, Railly stuck out her tongue—regenerated from my flesh—and wagged it.
"I even possess part of Your Majesty. I'm closer to a blood daughter than the hero."
Despite her insistence, she still said "Your Majesty"—likely due to my command.
"Is the title disrupting your duties?"
"Yes. I keep dwelling on it to convince myself. No solid logic has won out yet. Calling you father means no more intimacy, a massive demerit."
"Then why come here?"
"I'm not sure. Hearing the hero call you Papa triggered me. I rushed here impulsively. Next thing I knew, I was before you."
Impulsive behavior.
Meant Railly's emotions as a lich weren't fully gone.
"In that case..."
A father to two grown daughters at my age.
Not my preference, but if it let Railly function efficiently again, so be it.
"Fine. Call me father from now on."
"Thank you, Father."
She nodded as if realizing something belatedly.
Like inputting new code into a robot.
Her vacant mouth murmured, then she nodded firmly.
"Input complete. I will call you Father henceforth."
"Guess I have a daughter now."
"Pleased to be yours, Father. I can't serve with my body anymore, but as a grown daughter, I'll assist Your Majes—"
"Is that necessary?"
"Pardon?"
"You're a lich, and I'm the Demon King, aren't we? Why bind yourself to human customs?"
"Ah..."
"Come here. Let's hug my daughter after so long."
Railly's lips twitched upward.
Meanwhile, Yulia pouted unhappily.