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

Late at night.

The bright moonlight shone through the branches, draping the endless grove of trees in a white coat.

The moon is exceptionally round tonight. On this full moon night, who knows, we might just stumble upon an awakened werewolf?

After all, it's a Western fantasy world, so werewolves and such are something to look forward to.

After admiring the moonlight for a while, the man in black robes leaped down from the tree branch and landed safely on the ground without raising a speck of dust.

The man in black was none other than Grey Brandt, who carried out the activities of the Shadow Power at night.

This black robe was manifested by Gray using magic, and he used knowledge from the Demon King's legacy to add a cognitive barrier effect to it.

Due to this cognitive impairment, even if others see Gray, they will find it difficult to discern his true identity, and may not even realize that the person dressed in black robes is just a six-year-old child.

Ever since the day the Brant family had a new life, Gray would sneak out every night to do some activities.

Gray gradually honed his skills in concealing his presence by sneaking out every day. With the fake body left at home, it was impossible for anyone to discover that he had quietly slipped out during this period of time and in the future.

During his time away, Gray also discovered that the Brant family's border territory was rife with bandits and robbers, and occasionally slave traders and even cultists would pass through.

In other words, the security of this territory could not be guaranteed simply because the private soldiers and thieves owned by the Brant family were unwilling to harass such a noble family.

After all, even targeting a long-disfavored noble family carries risks that a mob could not afford.

The Brant family had a small number of private soldiers, and their quality was not high, so they had no intention of taking the risk of wiping out these thieves.

In this territory, a strange balance was achieved between nobles and thieves.

This has led to a situation where the people of this territory are not living comfortably.

The oppressive taxes levied by the feudal kingdom, coupled with the frequent raids by bandits, made this territory the land with the lowest happiness index among all the Olmec Kingdom.

And changing these things to make people's lives more comfortable is what Gray, a user of Shadow-level strength, is doing.

In recent days, Gray has also been clearing out some of the thieves' territories.

Although Gray is only six years old, he is, after all, the new successor to the Demon King. With his innate large amount of magic power and the knowledge inherited from the Demon King, it is easy for him to wipe out some thieves.

Gray was very careful in his actions. He usually knocked the thieves unconscious because he thought they might not be vicious criminals, but rather pitiful people who had been forced to take this path.

He changed his mind when he wiped out the first bandit camp, knocked everyone unconscious, and took them into a small dungeon.

The foul stench was mixed with the smell of blood. The women in the dungeon, including some young girls, had lifeless eyes, as if they had lost their sparkle. Bloodstains remained on their tattered clothes, and wounds appeared on their thin, sickly skin.

Gray was furious. This was not something a human could do; they were clearly a bunch of beasts!

So Gray showed no mercy, killing the thieves and freeing the poor women who had been imprisoned.

only…

Having gone through all this, can they return to a normal life and rekindle their love for life?

These people were liberated, and they were given a portion of the ill-gotten gains they had collected while suppressing bandits. The remainder was used as funding for the activities of the Shadow Powers.

Gray managed to make a little money.

Gray, however, was somewhat dissatisfied with the current efficiency.

So far, he has only wiped out some small bandit camps, which is not enough to satisfy his needs.

But today is different.

In his investigation a few days ago, Gray finally discovered a large bandit camp.

On this bright, moonlit night, is the time of judgment!

……

"This kid is not bad looking. I feel like I could sell him for some money if I went to those slave traders."

Inside the dungeon, two menacing-looking men paced around, as if on patrol.

Another one-eyed man spoke up: "It's a pity she's still too green. I'm afraid her genitals haven't even fully developed yet. Otherwise, I'd really like to have a taste of those filthy women. I'm already tired of them."

The girl they were talking about was covered in dirt, kneeling on the ground with lifeless eyes, making faint, indistinct sounds.

"Mother……"

Her face was covered in tears, and her voice was hoarse, as if she had been crying for a long time and couldn't cry anymore. Her pitiful appearance aroused an endless desire to protect her.

But that only applies to normal people; for these livestock thieves, it only arouses their destructive desires.

The girl had many wounds on her body, and it was obvious that they were inflicted by these animals.

The girl's name is not important, at least not to the thief.

Her experience was commonplace in this territory, and there was nothing particularly unusual about it.

All she remembered was that suddenly, a huge fire broke out in the village, devouring all life in the village like a dragon.

She only survived thanks to her mother's protection.

While she was hiding under the bed, afraid to make a sound, she saw some gray-robed men appear.

They first searched for any remaining survivors nearby and then finished them off.

Perhaps the girl is now being blessed by heaven and is lucky enough not to have been discovered.

After confirming that there was no life left, the grey-robed men gathered together and, at the instruction of a grey-robed priest holding a scepter, began chanting obscure and incomprehensible incantations.

The six-year-old girl didn't know these people were cult members, but she could tell that they were the ones who destroyed her village and killed her loved ones.

Revenge? Is this a thought that a six-year-old girl could even entertain?

The girl felt only fear, confusion about the future, and helplessness in the face of reality.

After the gray-robed men left, the girl hesitated to come out until her stomach started growling, at which point she mustered the courage to crawl out from under the bed.

But it seems she wasn't very lucky.

After the cultists massacred the village, a group of thieves came to this ruined village hoping to find something to loot.

The girl was found and taken to the thieves' camp.

After being imprisoned in the dungeon, she cried out loud, but because the patrolmen thought she was too noisy, she was whipped quite a few times.

I cried because of the pain, but who would have thought that crying would only make the pain worse?

Finally, the thief got tired of beating her, uttered a few curses, and figured she would stop crying once she was tired of it, so he gave up on her.

The girl felt only despair and helplessness.

もし神様がいたら, どうか杀ってください. (If there is a god, please save me.)