The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

Deep in the forest, on the edge of the Kingdom of Saint-Ian, a mysterious scene unfolds before your eyes. Sunlight filters through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows that add to the mystique of the land. Tall, majestic trees stand upright and vigorous, their trunks draped with verdant vines, as if whispering ancient tales.

In this lush green forest, flowers of all colors bloom in profusion, releasing a delicate fragrance. A babbling brook, crystal clear, meanders through the woods, bringing life and vitality to this land. The chirping of birds in the forest, accompanied by the rustling of the gentle breeze, creates a beautiful natural symphony.

This forest is known as the land of elves.

The kingdom of Saint-Tian, ​​the land of elves, is located here.

In anime and manga, elves are often depicted as creatures who love nature, have gentle personalities, and abhor war, and the entire race is known for its high level of attractiveness.

Crossing the land surrounded by greenery, Gray officially stepped into the Kingdom of Saintian and arrived at Elvendale, a border town of the Elf Kingdom.

This town is a masterpiece of harmony between nature and magic.

The houses of Elwynndale are not built of stone or wood, but are inextricably linked to a unique type of tree—the Silverleaf Tree. These Silverleaf Trees are tall and majestic, with trunks as smooth as mirrors and leaves that shimmer with a silvery light, clearly visible even on moonlit nights. The elves used magic to communicate with these trees, allowing them to naturally form the structure of the houses as they grew.

The walls of the house are constructed from the cavities inside tree trunks, making them both sturdy and comfortable. The windows are natural gaps in the tree trunks, allowing sunlight to filter into the house and create dappled shadows. The roof is covered with layers of leaves, which have undergone a special magical treatment to protect against wind and rain and keep the house warm and dry.

The town center is a place woven from many silver-leaf trees, where the elves hold important ceremonies and festivals.

The lush foliage of the trees forms a natural dome, adorned with various luminous plants, making it as dazzling as a starry night.

The streets, paved with soft green grass and fine pebbles, meander and guide pedestrians through every corner of the town. On both sides of the streets, the branches of silver-leaved trees droop gently, forming natural arches beneath which pedestrians walk as if stepping into a series of green dreams.

There is not a trace of human intervention here; every house, every street, every leaf is a miracle created by spirits and nature together. This town is like a utopia far removed from the world, quietly telling the story of the eternal harmony between spirits and nature.

This is Gray's inner reflection upon seeing the town of Elvendale.

But soon, this beautiful dream was shattered.

Grey-robed figures roamed the streets, while the elves, who should have been the true rulers of this place, were rarely seen.

“The Demon Order…” Gray murmured.

It seems the situation in the Kingdom of Saint-Tian is far more dire than Gray had imagined; the cultists have almost taken over a town.

"Is this already rebel territory?" Gray asked Capa in a low voice.

She replied, "Yes, the territory surrounding the Kingdom of Saint-Tian has fallen into the hands of the rebels. The royal family and army of the Kingdom of Saint-Tian are trapped in the rebels' encirclement with no way out. They can only defend the city, and the front line is constantly collapsing."

Gray clicked his tongue; it was no wonder Beta couldn't handle it.

With the help of the Demon Cult, the royal guards were being driven back by the rebels, and it was only a matter of time before the rebels stormed the capital.

How many people would be needed to turn the tide in this situation?

Beta and her servants were clearly insufficient; they could only secretly hold back the members of the Demon Cult, preventing the cultists from providing further assistance to the rebels.

The Shadow Court is far smaller than the Demon Order, or even in a direct confrontation. Without considering Gray, it is probably only comparable to one faction of the Demon Order.

There are seven such factions in the Demonic Order.

No, there are only six left now.

The faction of Knowledge and Truth is now defunct; the archbishop and the demons they worshipped are gone, and the remaining remnants are no longer a threat.

Gray deduced that these remnants would likely merge into other factions of the Demonic Order, strengthening their power.

It seems that eradicating the demon cult will be a long and arduous task.

Gray and Capa, dressed in black robes, walked down the street without attracting anyone's attention. After all, this place was rife with cults, and their attire was nothing out of the ordinary.

In the past, if two people were dressed in black robes and covered their faces, they would definitely attract the attention of patrol personnel immediately.

"What do you mean? Should we go directly to meet up with Beta?" Gray asked Kappa.

“Hmm.” Kappa nodded.

Once they arrive, she can get intimate with Lord Shadow in front of Beta, and she can't wait to see Beta's contorted expression.

"Let's give them a big gift before we leave."

Having learned that the place was inhabited by cultists and elves collaborating with the demonic order, Gray felt no longer burdened by anything.

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A grand feast is being held in a house in the heart of Erwindale.

At the heart of the house is a circular living room, its floor covered in soft green moss, and its walls inlaid with luminous gemstones that emit a soft glow in the darkness, illuminating the entire room. In the center of the living room, a crystal-carved coffee table holds an exquisite tea set, surrounded by a circle of chairs woven from leaves, awaiting the host and guests.

The cultists and elven rebels sat on these natural chairs, their expressions serious and focused. The cult leader, a middle-aged man with a somber face, sat in the most prominent position, holding a staff engraved with demonic script, the crystal at the top of the staff shimmering alongside the gems in the room.

He is the bishop of the Underworld and Shadow faction, based in Elwyndale, the town in the Kingdom of Saint Tien closest to the human kingdoms.

It seems there's been some big trouble in Olmec; those power-hungry and domineering guys are really causing a ruckus, which is why he was sent here to keep things under control.

The elven rebel leader, an elven man with long silver hair and sharp eyes, stood by the window, vigilantly observing the movements outside through the curtains woven from leaves.

There's a vague, unsettling feeling...

Why? Our army was clearly on a winning streak, and the royal family could no longer reverse the defeat.

What exactly is this unease...?