207 Initiation

"Then, we destroy this facility. After that, going our separate ways is acceptable?"

"Okay. But how do we reunite?"

"Likely within the Demon Lord's territory. We will travel to you. Prepare your reception accordingly."

"Got it. I'll make sure things look presentable when Black arrives."

The conversation between the Demon Lord and Black concludes.

Seizing the moment, a voice emerges from the smartphone.

"Then, I shall take my leave. I will continue observing from above. Please do your best to entertain me?"

With that, the smartphone flickers and vanishes.

A familiar scene, yet still shocking—repeatedly witnessing a transfer that defies conventional understanding, now that she has become a god.

How many advanced techniques must be employed to teleport a single smartphone?

If I attempted the same, I’d likely be occupied with constructing the spell for at least ten minutes.

Still, analyzing the spell might take years.

From my current perspective, it’s too advanced—completely incomprehensible in its mechanics.

That alone makes it clear how high a rank D holds among the gods.

I’ve attracted the attention of an inconvenient entity.

Honestly, the idea of serving someone—anyone—is deeply unappealing.

Being subordinate to the Demon King is merely a formality; it doesn’t matter.

But with D, a complete hierarchy would be established.

I dislike that.

I dislike it, yet I cannot deny the difficulty of avoiding it.

D’s rank as a god surpasses mine—by a wide margin.

Even if I fought with full intent, my chance of victory would be one in ten thousand.

I recall the first time I encountered the Earth Dragon Araba.

Back then, I was immeasurably weaker than I am now.

I couldn’t even fight the Earth Dragon—let alone flee properly.

The situation now is similar.

The only difference is that Alaba didn’t even notice me, but D is firmly locked onto me.

That pleasure-seeking, utterly evil, supreme demon god isn’t likely to let go of a target once it’s fixed its gaze.

Therefore, the only remaining route for my survival is to follow D’s instructions.

Utterly unpleasant, of course.

But when life and pride are weighed, life is the only choice.

Still, I’m only a candidate for subjugation for now—D won’t interfere too deeply.

I’ll follow D’s orders until I can’t bear it any longer.

"Alright then. Let’s go, Shiro-chan."

Nodding to the Demon King’s words, we leave the facility.

After we exit, the ground trembles. The hole connecting to the facility I opened seals shut.

Black seems to have begun the facility’s destruction.

Looking back, I spent quite some time here, huh.

No memories to speak of—consciousness was lost during divinization.

Still, how did the Demon King even know this place?

Did Black send a message?

Well, whatever.

We're not enemies anymore. No need to dwell on details.

"Shall we stroll back leisurely? Or sprint back quickly? A leisurely pace allows for some sightseeing too. Money's not an issue. Black will likely take a decent amount of time to finish inspecting the world anyway."

Hmm?

That's an appealing proposition.

Traveling while sampling local delicacies of this world wouldn't be bad.

The benefit of rushing back? Perhaps indulging in luxury under the Demon King’s influence.

That’s tempting too—but a culinary tour sounds nice as well.

I haven’t actually entered a human settlement openly since escaping the Elro Great Labyrinth.

As a spider, I can’t just wander into a market and buy food.

The only proper meals I’ve had in this world were offerings.

Ah, right—what happened to that Vampire Child in that town?

It’s been over a month since I last checked.

I’m curious about the war’s progress. I’ll take a quick look.

The千里眼—uh, was it like this?

Open my eyes and adjust the field of view.

With the system’s assistance gone, I have to perform these skills manually now.

Recalling the sensation of the Longview skill, I zoom in and adjust the focus.

Ah, works—works well.

I extend the view as far as I can.

Not quite at light speed, but the view rockets forward at an incredible velocity.

Arriving near the target city, I pause momentarily.

Huh?

Something’s burning?

I slowly shift the view into the city.

People fleeing in panic.

Men in armor chasing them.

Soldiers meeting resistance, repelled in turn.

Ah, they’re being attacked.

Oof.

I don’t understand the full situation, but this means the war is still ongoing?

The attackers’ gear is leagues ahead of common thieves.

In fact, their armor is consistent—uniformed.

Some nation’s soldiers, perhaps?

Ah, well, that’s irrelevant.

Is the Vampire Child still alive?

That child was the mayor’s offspring, wasn’t it?

From the invaders’ perspective, elimination priority should be very high.

Search for the Vampire Child.

Ah, there it is.

Still alive.

Hmm.

I don’t mind if it dies out of my sight, but dying right here, right now, in front of me—this is unpleasant.

No choice.

I’ll save it.

“Eh? What?”

Grasp the Demon King and initiate simultaneous transfer.

Ah, transfer is difficult.

Success, but this requires practice.