Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 239

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“Gerth won’t die! He will never die before me!”
“How could you possibly know that, miss?”
“He’s five hundred years old and maintains that youthful appearance! Of course I’ll grow old and die first!”
Evan’s argument was quite sound, but Eleanor refused to even listen, insisting that no one could predict another’s future. When conversation failed, violence became the only remaining option. Evan opened a gate using House Neftis’s heirloom and summoned water indiscriminately, freezing everything in sight.
“Legendary, legendary legendary legendary legendary!”
The central courtyard froze solid, and as it did, trees and flowers began shattering into fragments. When cracks appeared in the buildings and they began collapsing with a deafening roar, Bruno Siebenstein hastily embraced both Eleanor and Butler Grandfather in his arms.
“Stop it, you’ll kill everyone! Your mother, the butler grandfather—they’ll all die!”
The man who had been dodging the collapsing debris attempted to rush forward and stop her, but was blocked by the harpoon Evan wielded. Afterward, spherical shards of ice swirled around Evan, creating a zone no one could approach. The woman wielding magic that would shred anyone who drew near was now pouring every ounce of her mana into her spellcasting, her voice booming across the devastation.
“If you protect them, no one will die!”
“What?! What are you saying, you madwoman!”
“If you wish to marry my mother! Then prove you can defend against me!”
Evan Mitchell unleashed a roar that sounded like something the King of Ten Thousand Demons himself would produce. Bruno Siebenstein found himself in the same state of panic as the day he first met Mitchell. Just as he had broken into a cold sweat down his spine when overwhelmed by a five-year-old’s determination, his body now trembled with the same primal fear.
“Use your teleportation or time stop all you want! Can you escape from a collapsing building!”
Evan hadn’t grasped the principles of Bruno’s magic, but she had reached the conclusion that wide-area spells would be inescapable. Whether Bruno died or not was his own fate—and if he did perish, that would solve everything. Before overwhelming power, no one could evade death. She could finally teach her mother that there was no order to departure, only to arrival.
“Kyaaaaaaah! Legendary! Legendary legendary legendary!”
“Aaaagh! Ilyong, save me!”
Bruno, cradling both his grandfather and Eleanor in his arms while darting frantically in every direction, finally called upon his friend.
Common Professor, who had been instructing his students while observing their individual development paths and the weaknesses they needed to overcome, utilized gravity to sweep up the building debris and added crushing weight around Evan.
Most people would be flattened within three seconds under such gravity, yet Evan stood with her feet planted firmly as if rooted to the earth, concentrating all her muscle power and superhuman skills. Blood vessels burst across her body as she endured, but Evan refused to yield. Instead, she straightened her spine even more rigidly than before, lifted her head toward the professor, and roared.
“My body, my muscles! They bow to no one!”
“You’ve truly become a monster.”
Even as Department Head Professor, further mana manipulation was impossible. After clearing the building debris and setting it down safely to avoid harming his friend, the gravity bearing down on Evan would gradually diminish. It was only a matter of time before Evan broke free from Common Professor’s magic.
“Get away, Bruno. If the student lands a single blow, you’re dead.”
“She’s really that strong?!”
“She matched Gerth and destroyed Iyongi. The King of Ten Thousand Demons herself. If you’d caught her off-guard, perhaps, but stopping her in this state is impossible.”
Evan, who had already completely switched into combat mode, was beyond anyone’s reach. She was demolishing buildings with legendary ice magic, scattering blizzards, equipping herself with a shield-form ice mixer around her body that prevented all approach, and even enduring gravity with her superhuman skills.
Evan, distributing her mana appropriately to accomplish four tasks with two skills—a true display of magical prowess—was indeed a monster worthy of the title King of Ten Thousand Demons. Even if humans swarmed her in numbers, they couldn’t draw a single scratch. To humanity, she was truly the strongest and most terrible demon lord.
“Roooooaaaaaaah!”
“Mother’s supposedly a dragon, but her cry sounds completely bestial?”
“Our young lady doesn’t resemble her mother in that way!”
Bruno, who had been taking every blow Eleanor delivered, decided to employ his final trump card. He had hoped never to use this method and remain at odds with Evan for life, but with both himself and Ilyong facing death, he had no choice.
“Evan! Cease your magic! Otherwise, your mother’s life is forfeit!”
“What kind of garbage is this!”
He had always been garbage from the start.
When Bruno took Eleanor hostage and threatened her, Evan’s roars gradually subsided as rationality returned. If her mother learned Bruno’s true nature, she would never go through with the marriage. Evan found that fact alone to be a relief.
“So your true colors emerge. What exactly did you want, seducing someone else’s mother?”
“What I desire is the pilot operation of the ideal city-state I designed!”
This madman was now asking me to hand over an entire nation. He’d initially deemed the risk too great to manage a kingdom directly and wanted to operate a small city as a state instead. When I learned that Bruno was eyeing Ilam—a place where Demi-humans and humans coexisted peacefully—and was asking the Emperor to recognize it as an autonomous territory under his governance, I was utterly flabbergasted.
“You could do that with Zibenstein instead! Why are you coveting someone else’s land!”
“You know as well as I do! I have considerable authority when representing Zibenstein externally, but internally, the Seven Houses are fractured, each clinging to their own territories. There’s nothing I can actually accomplish!”
“You! You were planning to give my young lady something so hollow and worthless?!”
“That’s Eleanor’s fault for being deceived!”
“You swindler, how dare you!”
Eleanor’s fists left bruises blooming across Bruno’s face. He’d steeled himself for a beating—after all, he’d deceived the woman who raised Evan—but her strikes were far more vicious than anticipated. Suppressing the urge to cry, he whined pitifully to Evan instead.
“You’re close with the Emperor! Just get me autonomous rights!”
“As if someone who can’t even let go of Seian would readily grant you an autonomous territory!”
What could one possibly expect from someone who, once he decided something was his, would never relinquish it? Still, I understood why Bruno coveted Ilam. It was Demi-human friendly and open to accepting the Demon Race. Most demons would adapt well to the nation Bruno envisioned.
After all, the Demon Race had long been governed by immortal iron-willed leaders and lived autonomously within their respective communities. Neither the Serpent King nor the Dragon King truly dominated all Demi-humans and Dragons in an absolute sense. If one disliked the current ruler, they could simply wander freely without allegiance, and aside from the ruler, there was no hierarchy.
Equality. A world united under the banner of workers’ rights. A utopia where workers’ human rights were guaranteed, where income matched labor, where safety within a national framework was assured, and where a four-day work week might eventually become reality. The Demon Race would surely welcome it with both hands raised.
“You’re the King of Ten Thousand Demons! Shouldn’t you provide a place for demons to gather and live!”
“That’s… well, when you put it that way, it does make sense!”
I shouldn’t have listened to a con artist from the start, but I found myself nodding along again despite my better judgment.
He was right, actually. I’d become King of Ten Thousand Demons with the support of seventy-one percent of the Demon Race—shouldn’t I at least establish a foundation where they could live safely? Even now, across the world, demons and magical beasts were being killed by humans simply for existing. A prime example was Titi, my younger sibling, who’d nearly died caught in a human’s net.
Even powerless demons deserved the right to live safely. As King of Ten Thousand Demons, I felt obligated to support at least that much.
“How could I call myself King of Ten Thousand Demons when I can’t even protect my own people!”
“Evan… you’ve completely fallen for it.”
“My adopted daughter really does have thin ears…”
As I reaffirmed my identity as King of Ten Thousand Demons, the Department Head Professor and Bruno marveled at my gullibility—though Eleanor, equally thick-headed, tentatively raised her hand with a question.
“I’ve been hearing ‘King of Ten Thousand Demons’ this whole time. What exactly is that?”
Eleanor understood that her young lady had become something significant, but didn’t quite grasp what it was. The Department Head Professor explained methodically: those who use mana are called the Demon Race, and Evan was currently a demon who wielded mana exceptionally well. The demons had voted to elect an overall ruler, and Evan was chosen. Now, His Majesty the King of Ten Thousand Demons—who until now had only held the title and responsibility of governing demons—stood at a crucial crossroads: whether to establish his own nation.
After hearing the full explanation, Eleanor’s mother gasped in delight and beamed at Bruno.
“My goodness! Is my young lady really becoming a king?!”
“I’ve mentioned this several times, Mother.”
“Oh my, oh my! I thought you were just speaking figuratively!”
Eleanor’s mother, who’d assumed it was a metaphor since a duke could rule a territory, smacked her own head repeatedly before pushing Evan forward, insisting that if she could be a king, she should be one.
“Do it, young lady! If you can be a king, you should be! Whether you bring lizards or weasels, even if you open a zoo, I won’t say a word!”
“Excellent! In that case, we’re going to the Imperial Palace!”

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