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

Gray looked at the white-haired beauty that 0233 was carrying on his back.

With its long, pointed ears, it's undoubtedly an elf.

Gray wasn't exactly a country bumpkin; this was only the second elf he had ever seen.

Why would elves appear in the land of demi-humans? This place isn't exactly close to Saint-Tian.

Unlike the ragged, lifeless demi-humans, this elf slept in clean clothes, her snow-white skin flawless.

It feels like she hasn't been violated yet; it's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

After taking a quick look around, Gray asked 0233, "Where is Beta now?"

"Lord Beta, you should be intervening in the war between humans and elves in the Kingdom of Saint-Tian right now, as there are signs of the Demon Cult's actions," Number 0233 answered truthfully.

Why would an ordinary member know the whereabouts of the Ten Shadows?

Unlike the other Ten Shadows who roam around, Beta is based in the Elf Kingdom of Saint-Tian, ​​Zeta the dog is based in the Kingdom of Demia, Aita the catgirl is in the Orc Kingdom, and Aiota has been working diligently in her laboratory in the Bifeng Territory Orchard.

The whereabouts of Alpha, Gamma, Delta, Theta, and Capa are difficult to track; they are constantly on the move.

Ipsilon is the least known; the Shadow Court servants have basically never seen this member of the Ten Shadows. They heard that he was on some secret mission.

“She’s in Saint-Tian’s area, perfect.” Muttering to himself, Gray turned to 0233 and instructed, “Once she wakes up, send her to Beta, regardless of whether she wants to join the Shadow Court.”

If she doesn't want to join the Shadow Court, send her back. If she does want to join, let Beta manage her. They're both elves, so they should get along well. Anyway, she'll be sent to Beta's place.

There were over two hundred demi-humans rescued, more than ten times the number of Shadow Court servants who participated in this operation. How are we going to take them with us?

Thinking of this question, Gray immediately asked, "These demi-humans?"

Number 0223 immediately understood: "They still retain the most basic ability to move and can walk on their own."

"That's fine."

You continue with the statistics and search; I'll wander around.

"Yes!"

While he claimed to be wandering around, Gray's real goal was clear: Gavin Mars's room.

After all these years, we've finally gotten some news related to the world's secrets, and the main storyline can finally move forward.

As for how to find Gavin Mars's room, he was, after all, a bishop, so his room must have something special about it.

"This should be it."

After passing several unremarkable rooms, Gray stood in front of this building.

Upon entering, Gray did not see any furnishings befitting Gavin Mars, the bishop of the Demonic Order.

The only difference is that the doors and furnishings inside the rooms should be more impressive.

Two magical crystal lamps hung on the walls on either side of the room, emitting a soft light that illuminated the entire space. Beneath each lamp stood a bookshelf, neatly displaying various magical books and scrolls.

"It feels like a normal mage's room," Gray commented.

There were no decorations related to demons worshipped by his faction, so this former hero should not believe in those demons. So why would such a person join a demon cult?

Walking up to the bookshelf, Gray immediately spotted a book that stood out from the surrounding magic books.

Take out the notebook and open it to the first page.

"Is this... a diary...?"

The diary was written in a universal human script, which relieved Gray. He was worried that some kind of demonic script would appear, making it difficult to read and requiring a translator.

"The year of Holy Light 978."

This is dedicated to recording my life as a warrior.

awesome!

This morning, I woke up to find a new mark on my wrist, shaped like a sword, exactly like the mark of a hero described by the Church of Holy Light. I also suddenly had the idea of ​​a hero's legacy in my mind.

With the goddess above, I have become a hero!

We need to get certified at the Holy Light Church as soon as possible.

Those who looked down on me before will pay the price!

What does "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" mean? Never underestimate a young person's potential...

Gray was quite helpless.

Even after 20 years of time travel, they still can't forget these cheesy tropes. The harm that modern smart technology has done to people is truly profound.

Trying to get rid of these harmful things, Gray turned to the second page of his diary.

"Haha, when the mark of the hero was revealed, the nun was quite surprised. Her respectful attitude was something she never dared to imagine before."

The nun immediately went to report to the Pope.

The war with the demons at the front is intense, and the Demon King has led the demons to conquer many territories.

At this moment, I appear as a hero, vowing to defeat the Demon King and restore a bright and clear world.

The old Pope seems to appreciate me quite a bit. Well, I am a hero who can save humanity from disaster. If he doesn't appreciate me, who else would he appreciate?

The old Pope also said he would form a hero squad to help me successfully defeat the Demon King, and he has already decided that the Holy Maiden will be one of them.

Is it true or not, that saintess who is the dream lover of countless people?

Hehehehe..."

Gray had a look on his face.

How come you, a perfectly brave warrior, look like a shrimp-headed man?

It seems that the preceding parts describe his experience of becoming a hero, while the truly informative part is the content after he joined the Demon Order. Of course, we shouldn't be complacent and miss anything because of the preceding content.

Gray slammed the notebook shut and tossed the diary and the magic books on the bookshelf into his storage bag.

That's all for now, time to head back and meet up. We'll read the rest later.

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Under the deep darkness of night, Philippa stood alone and helpless in the desolate wilderness. All around was pitch black, with only the faint moonlight and twinkling starlight offering a sliver of light to the silent wasteland. Soldiers, torches in hand, formed a tight encirclement, trapping the princess firmly in the center.

Philippa, however, was unhurried, her chestnut hair fluttering in the night, her cute petite figure revealing a dashing and heroic air.

"They finally found out."

Philippa remarked that she had enjoyed her adventurous life these past few days, which made her feel like she was no longer a caged bird.

She feels great about being free, and if someone were to try to lock her back in that luxurious cage, she would fight back with all her might.

A caged bird, confined to the narrow space of fine iron bars, its world is ruthlessly restricted to this small area. Although its feathers are still vibrant, they have lost the luster that allowed it to soar freely in the sky.

Don't even think about breaking a bird's full plumage!

He gripped the light sword tightly, the sword-shaped mark on his wrist gleaming with golden light in the dark night.

"Tell my father that I will not go back. As for you, let's see which one of you dares to stop me!"