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

The sudden knocking startled Gray, reminding him of that crazy night.

That night, Kappa suddenly rushed in, crying and clinging to him until he felt sorry for her and that's how she got him.

However, if it were Kappa, she wouldn't even knock; she would have already burst in and started groping him.

It must have been a waiter who came to report to him, right?

"Lord Demon Shadow..."

The sound outside the door confirmed Gray's identity as the person knocking.

"Delta, come in."

"Yes." The blonde, mature vampire pushed open the door and entered, not forgetting to close it behind her.

Gray sized up the blonde, mature vampire who had suddenly appeared in the middle of the night and shouldn't have been there, and began to speculate on her intentions.

If it's Delta, this elegant blonde vampire, she probably wouldn't raid like Kappa at night. What important matter would make her come all this way?

No, we can't completely rule out the possibility that she came to him to do something to deepen their relationship, after all, she established relationships with three people in one go, but it was all in name only.

It's not surprising that some people are eager for something to happen.

"Excuse me, Lord Shadow."

The blonde, mature vampire seemed a little anxious, but overall she was normal.

“Don’t be shy.” Gray gestured for Delta to sit down, not on the bed with him, but in a chair.

"Why are you here? The meeting time after the mission is completed is the next day, and we don't meet here anyway. Is there something you need?"

The blonde, mature vampire nodded: "As you predicted, an emergency has occurred. Lyra has encountered a bishop from the faction of greed and avarice..."

"What!" Gray immediately jumped up.

To become a bishop of the Demon Order, one must be at least an eighth-tier professional. Given Lyra's current strength, encountering an eighth-tier professional would likely be extremely dangerous.

"How is she? How badly is she injured?"

Gray still cares about Lyra. He witnessed Lyra's most helpless period after losing her sight and knows how strong and persistent she is.

In Gray's heart, Lyra is seen as a close family member, just like the Ten Shadows, a lovely and strong girl.

Delta quickly added, "The serious injuries are currently being treated, but thankfully there is no danger to their lives."

Hearing this, Gray breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

But Delta must have something important to tell him in such a hurry. She must need his help with something. It's impossible that she came just to spread the news that Lyra was injured.

Sure enough, Delta's next sentence confirmed his guess.

"Lord Shadow Demon, I... have a favor to ask..."

He was somewhat surprised by the blonde, mature vampire's hesitant manner. Was this matter troubling her? So he said, "Don't worry, I'll consider it."

“Yes…” Having received permission, the blonde vampire said softly, “Some vampires are being held in the dungeon of the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild branch…”

Gray replied, "I have some too. They were captured by cultists and had their blood drawn as raw materials for that unknown drug."

Delta nodded: "It's the same as what I found out, but the vampires I rescued are particularly weak. I'd like to ask you to spare some of your blood..."

Gray immediately understood Delta's intention.

They wanted to save their compatriots.

"Sure, lead the way?"

Gray answered without hesitation.

The blonde, mature vampire's beautiful eyes lit up, and she excitedly pounced on him, throwing herself into his arms: "Thank you for your kindness!"

If you're going to express your gratitude, then why the accusation of "driving a ball into someone's face"?

Gray calmed Delta down, unaware of the blonde vampire's sly smile as she revealed her sharp teeth.

This guy was just taking the opportunity to enjoy Lord Shadow's embrace. After all, such opportunities are rare, and he was determined to seize them.

Actually, Delta isn't as bold as that pink-haired succubus. They've already established a relationship, so she doesn't need a reason; she can just hug him directly.

Anyway, Gray couldn't refuse.

I'm just too thin-skinned...

After letting the blonde, mature vampire hug her for a while, Gray spoke up, reminding her, "Shall we go? Aren't we going to rescue your fellow countrymen?"

Delta: I think there was something like that?

She slowly pulled away from the warm embrace: "Mmm."

But what I was really thinking was...

There's no need to rush...

……

"Lord Phantom!"

Along the way, Gray received the courtesy of one waiter after another.

The main problem is that they bow to every waiter they see. If they see them a few more times, they'll probably dream of being surrounded by waiters taking turns bowing to them.

Delta led Gray to the sanatorium of the Grand Chamber of Commerce, a place perfectly suited for treatment and recuperation.

The first thing Gray noticed was Lyra, who was lying in bed like Sleeping Beauty.

Several servants were treating Lyra, using potions to restore her magic and heal her injuries. Some of the servants were skilled in healing magic.

Such serious injuries...

A hint of heartache flashed in Gray's eyes.

Delta's description of the serious injury was somewhat euphemistic.

The scratches inflicted on Lyra's body by the monster, along with residual magic, are further eroding her, making treatment even more difficult.

To heal injuries sustained in battles between professionals, it's not enough to just repair the wounds; more importantly, it's necessary to resolve any residual magic.

Otherwise, even after the wound heals, the magic will remain in the body and slowly cause further damage. If not handled properly, it may leave hidden ailments, so it cannot be treated hastily.

It must have hurt a lot, right?

Gray secretly decided that he couldn't let Lyra take such risks again next time. He had to change it to two people per group so that they could look after each other.

However, Gray did hear Lyra muttering something softly in her unconscious mouth.

He couldn't hear very clearly, so Gray attached magic to his ears to enhance his hearing.

Now he could finally hear it clearly, but Gray wished he hadn't.

"Hehe... Lord Shadow... Laila is Lord Shadow's dog...hehe..."

Gray's face darkened.

It seems his brain is completely damaged; the injury is more serious than we imagined.

That's not actually the case; Lyra is exactly like that.

Her fervor for Lord Shadow had long since transcended reality; even in her dreams, Lyra was upholding her faith.

What's in Lyra's dreams? It's impossible to know, and it's also unknown why Lyra keeps muttering such things like she's possessed, to the point of causing mental pollution.

Lyra's little quirk is known to Lia and Ipsilon; it's an old problem.

Since the sound was quite faint and not considered a nuisance—much quieter than snoring—we didn't pay much attention to it.

In fact, Lyra herself didn't know that her sleep talking was so serious.

Even if Lyra herself knew, she would be proud of it.

She would be so happy that even in her dreams she is Lord Demon...

The fanatical illness called faith will worsen again...