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

Sofia was startled by the dull thud of the plane landing.

Sofia was truly surprised that Philippa collapsed the moment Gray disappeared from her sight, without any time interval whatsoever.

He also secretly berated himself for not being capable enough; what a great opportunity, why didn't he seize it in time?

Even if Sofia hadn't caught Philippa immediately, she wouldn't have let Philippa fall to the ground like that, so she quickly went to help her up.

"It's okay... but it's impossible for it to be okay, right?"

Sophia knew this was obviously a stupid question, so she simply swallowed the word "me?"

Exhausted from the entire day, coupled with the sudden mental blow, Philippaco could no longer hold on until Gray left.

He cursed inwardly, "That poet Grey Brandt!" for causing his princess, the heroine, to suffer in silence.

But honestly, from Gray's perspective, he didn't really do anything wrong.

In Gray's eyes, he and Philippa were just ordinary friends, and even their close friendship fell into the category of ordinary friends with no special feelings for each other.

Friends you rarely see, when you finally run into them, the conversation ends after only a few words.

Gray thought that the wedding invitation was equivalent to scheduling the next meeting, and there was nothing wrong with sending wedding invitations to close friends and relatives.

The premise is that Philippa is just a regular friend and has no feelings for Gray whatsoever.

But Philippa's situation is clearly the complete opposite.

The boy you like has invited you to his wedding!

Doesn't Philippa want to explode?

Sofia finds the thought of experiencing this feeling terrifying.

All I could say was, "It hurts, it hurts so much!"

Before leaving, she dealt another heavy blow. Gray had no idea what he had done, and Sofia was at a loss to comfort Philippa.

Usually, in situations like this, people would sympathize with Philippa by saying things like "That scoundrel deserves to die a horrible death," or comfort her by saying things like "Don't hang yourself on one tree," "Three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are plentiful," or "You're too good for him, he doesn't deserve you."

But Sofia wouldn't dare say that at all.

After all, they've been a team for so long, and the smile that pops into Philippa's eyes whenever the word "Gray" appears doesn't lie.

Given the depth of Philippa's feelings, if Sofia dared to say those things herself, Philippa would likely suffer further harm.

Just imagine.

Sofia said, "I don't know what Grey Brandt is thinking, so I can't just comfort you. But there's one thing you must believe: you are a very charming woman. Even if Grey Brandt isn't interested in you, that won't change."

Philippa would probably only hear "Grey Brandt doesn't like you," and she would burst into tears on the spot.

And then he added, "Besides Grey Brandt, there are many other outstanding men in the world. Even without considering women, I'd volunteer... Anyway, it's okay, don't cry..."

Sofia really felt that Philippa would suddenly yell at her, "I only want Gray! Gray is all I see! I don't want anyone else but Gray!"

(File to comfort Yuyue.exe)

This whole thing will not only cause Philippa further harm, but Sofia will also feel pain from being yelled at by her.

You're not the only one who can't have the one they love, you jerk!

To prevent Philippa from getting hurt more seriously, and also to avoid accidentally hurting herself, Sofia felt she had to carefully consider her words of comfort and approach the situation from other angles.

For example...

“Philippa… there’s no need to be in such a hurry, is there…”

"There are still a few years left, right? That means Grey Brant won't get married for the next few years..."

"Ok?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sofia saw Philippa suddenly raise her head, tears welling up in her eyes, but not falling.

Instead, she wiped away the wetness in her eyes with both hands.

"Yes, you're right. At least for the next few years, at least these next few years will be safe."

"As long as we find the Demon King within these few years and defeat him, everything will be fine!"

Philippa suddenly stood up, looking somewhat more energetic.

Sofia: "..."

No, it's almost healed? How can your mood change faster than turning the pages of a book?

No, should I say Philippa is a very optimistic type? As long as she can see a glimmer of hope, she can immediately cheer herself up and keep going.

Whether as a hero or in matters of the heart.

Perhaps this is what makes Philippa worthy of being a hero?

Actually, there was another problem. Sofia saw that Philippa had become much more energetic and felt that it was unnecessary... or rather, she felt it was better not to say it, mainly because she was afraid of hurting Philippa again.

That sentence is...

Even if you defeat the Demon King... he already has a fiancée? How are you going to make him fall for someone else?

Defeating the Demon King simply means the end of your mission as a hero, and the sword of Damocles hanging over your head has disappeared. You can have more free time to spend with Grey Brant, but it doesn't mean that Grey Brant will fall in love with you just because you defeated the Demon King.

It's not a fairy tale.

Even in fairy tales, the genders are reversed, right?

Sofia really thought that if she dared to say it, Philippa would just fall asleep immediately.

Isn't it good too?

Seeing that Philippa had become more determined, Sofia sighed softly and listened to Philippa's spirited declaration.

"Demon King, prepare to die!!!"

"Ah...choo..."

Gray found it strange.

With my demon king-like physique, how could I possibly catch a cold from being exposed to the night wind?

At the same time, there was a feeling of unease, like a thorn in one's back...

"You sensed killing intent?"

The killing intent was neither too close nor too far, and it didn't even have a specific target.

But Gray inexplicably felt that this had something to do with him.

(That's just a little bit...)

"Anyway, let's go back and rest first. If we ruin our health, we can forget about fighting the Demon King."

Sofia watched as Philippa spent ages spouting enthusiasm into thin air, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Yeah, that's right."

Philippa readily agreed: "And... thank you..."

After saying that, he fled back to the inn.

Sofia: "..."

The feeling of receiving gratitude from his own princess, the heroine, because of Grey Brandt... is rather complicated...

Oh well, never mind.

Regardless of the form it took, the princess, the heroine, thanked her nonetheless.

It's kind of cute when she blushes and acts a little sulky, hehehe...

Oh, right.

Sofia called out in the direction Philippa had gone, "No matter how tired you are, don't just collapse into bed. At least take a hot bath."

"Understood," Philippa replied with a drawn-out voice.

“Hmm…” Sophia pondered.

Let's not provoke her today; we can't afford to lose the goodwill we've worked so hard to build up.