I was accidentally injured by God and I just want to be an ordinary person

"Yes, that's right. While I'm curious how you know this, Princess, let me finish my explanation. Precisely because the combination of succubi and tentacle creatures can perform healing magic, our demon clan has far more succubi than other nations and territories. This is a win-win for all three of us. We demons gain healing benefits through contact with succubi and tentacle creatures, while succubi who wish to adhere to the principle of having only one partner in their lives earn enough money to support themselves. For the tentacle creatures, the excess skin from their patients serves as food. This creates a mutually beneficial situation for all three parties."

"Only one partner for life? Succubus? No matter how you look at it... a succubus with such thoughts is too strange. Generally speaking, don't succubi live by sucking male semen? Does that mean they earn a living... does that mean they buy semen with gold coins?"

Since her appearance is the same as the one in the comics, her living habits should be the same as well. Ella feels a little strange about this succubus with a single-minded personality.

But then again, in another sense, it's really hard for Tentacle-kun to have to work across dimensions every day.

"Eh? Miss Ella, those are the habits you're talking about that only appear in storybooks, right? Succubi, like other species, actually rely on normal food to stay active. Hmm—so, Miss Ella does like storybooks, doesn't she? But those books are things that Miss Ella shouldn't read at her age... How did you end up reading them?"

Although Lotte's words made Ella feel a little guilty, she wanted to ask, "Isn't Lotte just an adult? How does she know all this?" Then, thinking of Camisia being by her side, she behaved herself.

"Yes, I remember that because those books were so discriminatory against succubi, the authors were sued by the succubi to the Temple's Inquisition. The situation escalated, and ultimately, the Holy Academy ruled that the books were indeed insulting to succubi, so they were banned continent-wide, right? How did Princess-sama get access to them?"

“Ahahaha… well… well…”

Ella lowered her head and began to think hard about how to defend herself.

However, just as Ella was frantically looking for an excuse under the questioning gazes of the two, a gray bird flew in from a distance, interrupting Camisia's suspicions.

Camisia placed the pigeon-like bird that had flown onto her shoulder in her hand and stared into its eyes. Then, her expression quickly changed from a slight smile to a serious expression.

Throwing the pigeon back into the air, Camisia looked at the direction where the pigeon flew away and fell into deep thought.

Because Camisia's expression was unusually serious, Ella also put on a serious look and tugged at the edge of Camisia's skirt.

"Camisia, what's wrong?"

With a long sigh, Camisia lowered her head and turned her gaze towards Ella.

"The Eastern Demons are here."

Chapter 63: The Past of the Demons

Demon King Dumisterdin

Wearing the white dress that she only wore when she was in the labyrinth, Ella held the Pestle of Heaven's Punishment, which was about half her height, in her hand. After having Lotte, who was accompanying her, smooth out the uneven spots on her clothes, she stepped into the palace of the royal city.

The palace of the Western Demon Lord can be roughly divided into three parts: the royal residence, the throne hall used for court meetings, and the training area for soldiers guarding the royal city. Now Ella stepped into the throne hall, which was the most luxurious of the three buildings.

The palace, built under Camisia's supervision, boasted impeccable lighting, dazzling the eyes. The sunlight reflected from the floor sparkled. A high-quality red carpet paved the middle of the corridor, spotlessly clean, like new. Even a closer look revealed no trace of impurities. Ella walked along the corridor in her crystal slippers, making no sound—the carpet had long since absorbed any excess sound.

On both sides of the wide and clean corridor, there was an elite soldier wearing full body armor and standing at attention every few steps. When Camisia brought Ella to a knight, the knight would salute Camisia and Ella slightly. They were the personal guards directly under the Demon King, all composed of elite demons of at least level 20. Knowing the identity represented by Ella, they had no reason not to show loyalty to the future queen.

The maid who passed by Ella did not appear in the corridor, because it was now meeting time with the envoys of the Eastern Demon Clan. Except for the necessary guards, no one else was allowed to walk around the palace at will. This was related to the future of the entire demon clan.

Today was the day for a meeting with the Eastern Demon Emissary. Although Camisia had arrived in the royal capital of Mistytin yesterday afternoon with Ella and Lotte, a hasty meeting like that would have been rude, so they had deliberately scheduled it for this morning. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the silence, Ella tentatively asked Camisia, who walked ahead with a thoughtful expression.

"Camisia, the envoys from the east...what could their purpose be?"

Recovering from her pensive expression, Camisia slowed down her pace, and Ella also slowly stopped in the corridor, ignoring the knights in the corridor - these people all had a fanatical belief in the Demon King and would never do something as treasonous as leaking information.

"I believe their motives are severalfold. First, they received word of your appearance among the Western Demon Clan, and are here to confirm the truth behind the 'Demon King's Rebirth'. Of course, even the most foolish demon wouldn't question this. No demon would joke about the Demon King, whether in the West or the East. So, they're more likely considering the second point."

"Second point?"

After hesitating for a moment, Camisia clenched her hand into a fist and placed it to her lips.

"The second point is—that old man in the east might be suspecting that I'm using you as a puppet to control the entire demon clan. I should have told you this before, but the plan wasn't fully prepared at the time, so I held back. Now that the situation is urgent, I have no choice but to tell you in advance."

"Well, go ahead."

Ella was not shaken by the word "puppet" that Camisia said. What Camisia had done during this period was enough to prove her loyalty.

Camisia glanced around, took out a scroll from the black ribbon that bound her hair, and tore it into pieces. After a soundproof barrier emitting a faint white light enveloped the three of them, she slowly spoke the answer.

"In fact, our East and West divisions were intentionally divided into two."

"ha?"

Completely forgetting the situation she was in, Ella cried out in surprise.

It wasn't Ella's fault; anyone would be shocked by this news. The split of the demon race into East and West was the result of a deliberate act by the two acting demon kings. If such news were spread across the continent, it would surely cause a stir in every nation.

Camisia seemed to have known that Ella would react like this, but she remained calm.

"After the Demon King was taken away by the One God, our two acting Demon Kings, stationed at the eastern and western ends of the continent, agreed that I, the Western Demon Clan, would be responsible for searching the entire continent for the missing princess, while the Eastern Demon Clan would be responsible for searching for clues to the One God's residence, with the goal of eventually finding the Demon King."

"In that case, there's no need to split it into two parts, right?"

"Well, the public breakup came later. The original decision was that if we couldn't find a princess who could succeed the Demon King within a certain period of time, we would have no choice but to go to war with the One God to recapture the Demon King."

Ella was a little shocked by the clear look in Camisia's eyes when she said this.

"Warring against the One God... Does Camisia know the difference in level between herself and the One God?"

Although Ella didn't know what level the Loli God was, since she possessed the golden liquid called "God's Light" that could instantly raise her level to level 999, her strength should not be too bad. Even if Camisia possessed strength beyond the heroic realm, she would only be around level 60 at most. The gap between her and the Loli God was too huge, to the point that even the entire race could not make up for it. If a war broke out, the scene would be like those soldier ants that were swatted away by Camisia. The same situation would happen when the Loli God faced the demons.

"The gap... We've already considered that. That's why those guys in the East have been searching for ways to counter the One God's power for years. As for the public severance of ties that I later discussed with that old man in the East, Dean Nott Mitsebaija, it was because the Demon Clan was at the center of controversy after the war, and a divided stance would reduce external criticism. After approximately three thousand years without finding any trace of you, Princess, we decided to turn our attention entirely to the One God. Due to our geographical proximity, the Eastern Clan, close to the Elves and the Gods, will handle diplomatic and economic matters, as well as gather methods to counter the One God, while we in the West will focus on increasing our military strength."

"Huh, so this is actually true."

It seemed that the Eastern Demon Tribe's reason for sending an envoy was precisely this: to test her identity as the true princess. If so, she would have to suspect Camisia was using her identity to manipulate her. If not, she would need to confirm whether the original plan should continue. And here lay the crux of the matter: if they chose to retrieve the previous Demon King because they didn't want to abandon their six-thousand-year-old plan, then that would be tantamount to rejecting her, the new Demon King. This, in turn, hit Camisia right in the bud.

Camisia nodded.

"Yes, that's right. That old man in the east has been very rigid since his Demon God days. While he's certainly intelligent, it's precisely this wisdom that makes him dangerous. The reason I was planning to deal with him was to prevent him from dissenting from your plan to retrieve the previous Demon King. In that case, I'd have to take coercive measures. My original plan was to wait until you matured and had followers who could significantly enhance your abilities before coordinating our actions... I thought Dean would be preparing countermeasures for my future visits during this time, but I didn't expect him to send an envoy today."

"Camisia."

Ella looked up at Camisia.

Just from the preparations Camisia mentioned, he could tell how much Camisia had contributed to the demons in the past six thousand years. Although he was not a real demon king, he was sure that even if he thanked Camisia on behalf of the demon king who had disappeared, the demon king would not blame him.

"Princess, do you have any questions?"

"Um—no, I just wanted to say... thank you for doing so much for me."

"Hmm? Eh? It's alright, it's all my responsibility. Princess, if anyone sees you like this, you'll be laughed at."

Across from her, Ella bowed her head in thanks. Camisia, who had been calm until now, looked a little flustered and waved her hands hurriedly. She looked as if she wanted to go forward and straighten Ella's body, but was afraid to do so for some reason.

Returning to her normal standing position, Ella shook her head, causing her golden hair with a silver crown on her head to sway.

"Yes, you're welcome. This is essential. ——One last check, does Camisia wish to see the Eastern Demons abandon their plan to find the abode of the One God and completely unify the two divided Demons?"

"Yes, my lady."

"That's fine, I understand. Now let's go see the messenger."

"Yes, my lady."

After lowering her head deeply, Camisia turned around and continued walking with Ella in the bright corridor. The only difference from before was that Camisia could be seen through the sunlight, and her expression seemed to be very happy.

Chapter 64: The Great Sage, Dean Nott Mitsebaija

Afterwards, Ella and Camisia came to the meeting room for the envoy. The reason why other nobles were not allowed to attend the meeting was because only the two acting demon kings knew the real reason for the split between the East and the West. If other nobles heard it, even if those nobles did not say it themselves, it might be heard by people of other races in the process of passing the message. Therefore, only Ella, Camisia, Luty and the envoy were arranged to meet.

After taking a deep breath and adjusting her mindset, Ella took a step forward and walked into the room.

In the spacious and bright room, a young demon youth sat on a soft chair, looking like he was thinking about something. He must have been waiting for quite a long time, because the tea on the coffee table in front of him was no longer steaming.

Seeing the young man sitting on the soft chair, Camisia said "Oh" with interest.

"Heh, I was wondering how that old man could have a messenger whom he trusted enough to entrust such an important matter, but in the end, he came by himself?"

"Hmph, don't you, an old monster, know exactly how important this matter is?"

Coming back from that state of contemplation, the messenger responded to Camisia with a smile. It seemed that because of the word "old", Camisia raised her eyebrows and her eyes began to look unfriendly.

"It's been a while. You seem to have the guts to challenge me, huh? Great Sage Dean Nott Mitsebaija."

"I'm not here to fight you today. Where's the princess?"

"Tsk, the princess has arrived, and you still don't change back to your original appearance? Even if you're the acting Demon King, you should still show courtesy to the Demon King, right?"

Camisia gave no leeway to the young man called Dean and looked down at him condescendingly.

After thinking for a moment, Dean picked up the cane leaning against the soft chair, tapped it lightly on the ground, and then he turned into a white-haired old man wearing a purple magic robe.

"Hmm—so, what about the princess?"

"Here."

Camisia took a step to the side, making way for Ella, who had been hiding behind her.

After seeing Ella, the old man Dean's purple eyes first widened for a moment, then shrank in an instant, his eyes slightly narrowed, staring at Ruthie who was bending down to hold up Ella's skirt.

"She's a human, right? Why would a human appear here? Even without the golden cat eyes, you should understand the importance of today's conversation, Camisia."

Taking a step forward and handing the golden Pestle of Heavenly Punishment to Lotte, Ella recalled the etiquette that Sica from the five-member maid group had taught her. She picked up both sides of her skirt with both hands, slightly bent her knees and saluted.

"I am the heir to the next Demon King of the Demon Tribe, the current princess, Eleraya Nott Mistotin, and she—"

Ella pulled Lotte to her side, took the Pestle of Heavenly Punishment from her hand, and tapped it lightly on the ground, making a crisp "ding" sound.

"This is the head maid I've chosen, Lotte Nott."

After hearing what Ella said about Lotte Nott, the other three people in the room all changed their expressions. Lotte was surprised and nervous, Camisia was a little nervous, and Dean was completely gloomy.

Because the princess appeared in a standing position, Dean should show respect even though her identity had not been confirmed.

Sitting up from the soft chair, Dean turned his gaze to Camisia next to Ella.

"Lotte... Nott? Camisia, I haven't heard you mention this before. The name 'Nott' can only be used by those who have made significant contributions to the demons. Until now... including the princess, only the three of us have held the name. You must be aware of the significance of this name, right? To actually bestow it upon a human being."

Camisia, who had looked a little nervous before, now turned her pupils into vertical golden cat eyes. Although it was summer, Camisia exuded a suffocating cold and oppressive feeling.

Camisia raised her head slightly and spoke to Dean in an unquestionable and majestic voice.

"This is the name given by the princess. Do you have any questions?"

"Hmph, naming is done using the 'naming' magic. I have nothing to say, but if it's just verbal, then—"

"Are you planning to disobey the princess's orders?"

Keng.

The sound of metal clashing was heard, and Camisia took out the Sword of Disorder at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and thrust the Sword of Disorder heavily into the floor with such force that even the high-end carpet was sunk into the ground.

"name"

This magic is a unique skill. A name bestowed through naming magic becomes a brand upon the individual, and can only be removed through the same naming magic. This trait makes it easy to verify a person's identity at border crossings. Furthermore, surnames like "Nott" of the demon race or "Farialuci" of the divine race can only be bestowed by a recognized royal family of that race. No one else possessing the "naming" skill can successfully bestow such a surname. This is something of a universal axiom.

"Camisia, how dare you draw your weapon in the presence of the princess?"

"So what? The princess should trust me more than you, an outsider who just showed up and started talking nonsense about her."

"That was just the allocation of responsibilities—"

Having said this, Dean suddenly paused, glanced at Ruthie who was standing next to Ella, and stopped talking.

Ella frowned, dissatisfied with the white-haired old man's repeated, almost provocative behavior.

"She's a trustworthy person. She knows everything about me. She already knew what you wanted to say before you said it, so just be honest and speak openly."

"Already know?"

Dean's hand holding the cane trembled, and even his gray eyebrows twitched. He no longer looked at Camisia, but at Ella with a gloomy and stubborn face.

"Lady Aira—please allow me to address you as such until I can truly confirm your identity. What evidence do you have to prove that she is absolutely trustworthy? The so-called human race is a treacherous and cunning race, willing to persecute their own kind for their own benefit. You've allowed a human to accompany you. Are you being deceived by her appearance?"

"Evidence..."

Ella murmured, then put on a dazzling smile.

"The proof is... she's my slave. Is that enough? Attack me in the name of 'order,' Lotte."

-

Lotte, who had previously been showing a mixture of surprise and nervousness, now faced Ella with the same faint smile she always had before, and then a blue collar appeared around her uncovered snow-white neck.

The moment Lotte disobeyed her command, the collar shrank. Though it made no sound, the rapidity of its contraction was enough to make one imagine a snapping sound in their mind. Then, the area above Lotte's neck began to flush, but she remained motionless.

"In the name of 'order', cancel."

The attack order was cancelled, the blue slave collar disappeared instantly, and Lotte recovered from the near-suffocation state. She was gasping for breath with the support of Ella.

『Elementary Healing Technique』

The golden light enveloped Loti through the Pestle of Heavenly Punishment in Ella's hand. In just a moment, Loti recovered and was completely fine.